༺ 𓆩 Chapter 92 — It Turns Out To Be You, Bai Yu! 𓆪 ༻
「Translator — Creator」
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Tied to the bed, Lu Liangting had nearly given in to despair. His only plan was to bite down on a pillow and fling it toward the candle, hoping to either burn himself alive or set the ropes ablaze and escape in the ensuing fire.
But just as he gripped the pillow with his teeth, he spotted a pair of scissors hidden underneath it.
Maybe someone had left the scissors to help him escape.
Or maybe they held some deeper meaning.
Whatever the case, he saw hope gleaming in the candlelight.
Straining with every ounce of strength he had, he managed to drag the scissors close and began sawing at the ropes with feverish urgency; the sounds of fighting filtered in from outside—urgent, chaotic.
He didn’t know who was out there, but in this situation, he automatically assumed they weren’t allies.
In the whole village, the only person he could call an ally was Zhao Mingyue. And there was no way she was out there fighting those wax corpses.
She was just a defenseless girl, completely unequipped to go up against such horrors.
Fueled by desperation and uncertainty, he worked faster and faster.
And just as someone crashed violently through the door, he cut the final rope around his feet.
There was only one exit from the room, and now he knew someone was just outside. With no time to waste, he scrambled for the clothes that had been tossed into the corner.
Hidden in the folds were three ghostly artifacts—items that allowed him to summon three fierce spirits. He pushed through the throbbing pain in his skull, grabbed a chair, and charged out, ready to fight whoever it was outside.
And then he saw the scene before him.
In the main hall, two figures stood locked in confrontation. Closest to the door was a slender silhouette clad in a leather coat and boots, a long blade in hand. Her face was hidden behind a silver-white mask devoid of features — only eyes and intricate carvings adorned it. She held the blade out, pointing it at something slumped further inside the room: a wax corpse, its face split open and chest blown through with a gaping hole.
The atmosphere was tinged with awkward tension.
Bai Yu shot Lu Liangting a sidelong glance.
She wasn’t here to throw herself against an evil god—there was no point in that. Her objective was simple: destroy the statue that stood behind the god and complete her mission.
She didn’t even need to save Lu Liangting; he could do whatever he liked.
But the Mother Ashes-Tongue clearly didn’t see it that way. Her mouth, split all the way to the back of her skull, opened wide again and let loose a stream of arcane, guttural syllables.
And that was when Bai Yu hurled her sword.
The blade disintegrated mid-air, unraveling in spirals of crimson; the blood patterns melted like snow under fire, dissolving at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In truth, it wasn’t just the longblade that was disintegrating — Bai Yu’s body would have suffered the same fate had she not been inhabiting Zhao Mingyue’s physical form.
If she had arrived in her true body, she too would have melted away just like the blade.
This so-called “Evil God” was merely a projection of malevolent intent—a shadow of its true self—and it had only descended upon the front village.
Before the long blade could completely vanish, the remaining fragment lodged itself deep into the Evil God's open mouth and exploded. Its head, already split once, was now half-gone — obliterated in the blast.
With a new blade quickly forming in her hand, Bai Yu slashed down diagonally. Perhaps the Evil God's intent had weakened, but this time she clearly felt its resistance wane; the sword lodged itself in the creature’s skull.
Planting one foot firmly on its chest, she bore down with all her weight.
With one final push, the blade cleaved through the entire head.
In the same motion, she decapitated the Evil God.
Her foot twisted sharply as she pushed off, sending the collapsing corpse crashing into the offering table. As the statute behind it tipped and began to fall, Bai Yu kicked the mangled half-skull on the ground — sending it flying in a precise arc straight into the descending statue.
The impact shattered the statue into pieces.
With its sacred vessel destroyed, the struggling corpse immediately fell still. A rancid stench slowly began to seep into the tight space of the room.
“Go back inside. It’s dangerous out here. Someone will come to rescue you soon.”
Bai Yu had no interest in dealing with Lu Liangting.
She threw down the words and turned to leave.
But he called out after her.
“Wait—just wait!” Lu Liangting sounded frantic. “Are you… are you Mingyue?!”
That voice—he was certain it was Zhao Mingyue’s.
But he couldn’t wrap his head around it. When had Mingyue become this strong? That wax corpse just now was nothing like the others — it had to be a boss-level creature, definitely stronger than any they’d encountered before.
And yet this “BOSS” had been manhandled — effortlessly crushed under her hand.
Mingyue hadn’t even used her full strength.
It was absurd.
Then again, if not for Mingyue, he would certainly have died here.
A heaviness settled in his heart.
He was always the one being saved; that was the heart of the issue.
He was too weak. If he had been stronger, he wouldn't have been trapped outside Thirteenth Middle School, wouldn’t have needed Bai Yu to save him back then either.
It was the same here — if he had been strong enough to subdue the one who ambushed him, he wouldn’t have ended up in this situation either.
“You’ve got the wrong person.”
Bai Yu adjusted her mask, gave Lu Liangting a final sidelong glance, and stepped out of the room.
Behind her, his voice followed.
“Anyway, thank you for saving me!”
She paused, her footsteps halting for the briefest moment, but she didn’t turn back. Instead, she slashed down the two wax corpses at the door with clean precision and vanished into the chaos of the courtyard with a few swift steps.
From where he stood, Lu Liangting couldn’t explain it, but there was something strangely familiar about the way Zhao Mingyue moved — each gesture, every attack, even the subtle rhythm in her motions.
He had seen it before, somewhere.
That presence, that cold tone—he recognized it too.
He just couldn’t place where.
And what truly confirmed it for him was the way she had carved through the wax corpses; the one in the room had clearly been a boss-level monster, and now she was slicing through the ones at the doorway as if they were nothing. It wasn’t a fluke—her strength was real.
By his side, a ghostly boy appeared — Zhang Lin.
He pointed in the direction Bai Yu had gone and placed a hand on Lu Liangting’s shoulder.
Moments passed.
“It’s definitely Mingyue,” Zhang Lin confirmed. “But… why is there a ghost possessing her? Who is that ghost?”
Lu Liangting could only guess based on her voice and figure.
But Zhang Lin was different.
He knew Zhao Mingyue’s aura, and he was certain that was her. As for the ghost inside her? He didn’t know who it was.
What he could say was this: that ghost was terrifying. Incredibly terrifying. Stay away from it.
Zhang Lin hadn’t named the ghost, but Lu Liangting already had a strong suspicion.
Unmatched power. Razor-sharp swordsmanship. That cold, aloof voice. And underneath it all, the soft heart hidden behind a sharp tongue.
A ghost that matched all those traits—did he really need to guess?
Lu Liangting’s mind went blank.
The wound on the back of his head throbbed harder, pulsing with sudden pain.
He couldn’t understand why things had turned out this way, nor could he tell whether it was a blessing or a curse.
He stood at the doorway in silence for a long while, watching the strange girls — wherever they had come from — fighting off a swarm of wax corpses in the courtyard.
But in his mind, there was only one image: that figure with the blade in her hand.
And at this moment, only one thought echoed through him—
“I owe her another life.”
“If I make it out of here alive… I need to ask Mingyue the truth.”
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Meanwhile, Bai Yu was unaware that her identity had already been exposed; then again, it didn’t matter if it had. Her mind was occupied with something else entirely — the location of the second statue.
“A wedding site with a groom but no bride… the bride most likely came from the back village. I might need to return here later.”
“For now, I should attend Mingyue’s family feast.”
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