Mythology Returns! Starting with Folklore and Strange Tales

Chapter 72 You, what are you? (Third update, please subscribe)

Zhang Wei's expression remained largely unchanged throughout.

Except for the moment when the red cloth was lifted and the sudden burst of resentment was seen.

He was curious for a moment about this thing that could fool Ya Zi, but then he dismissed it.

If those present were truly Yazi, then there would be virtually nothing in the relevant field that could be hidden from Xiu; the only difference would be whether Xiu was willing to speak. However, Zhang Wei cultivated the Yazi Technique, rather than directly acquiring a Yazi.

Although after perfecting the Yazi Technique, there is little difference between having a Yazi and actually possessing a Yazi, the difficulty of using a fake to cultivate a divine beast from beginning to end is still too high!

Zhang Wei's progress is not slow. In fact, with his master pressing the earth veins to let him extract the essence, and his heart and mind in harmony, he has extracted a mouthful of the silhouette essence. Now, the Yazi essence on his body is only a little thicker than when it was first born, and the beast shadow on his robe has a rough outline.

The road ahead may not be blocked, but it is long.

However, no matter how imperfect it is, it's not something a wedding dress demon can provoke.

It would have been better if she hadn't shown herself. Now that she has, and revealed her true face, well, that's a bit much!

Standing still, feeling the increasingly cold air, I watched the figure in front of the table go from calm to trembling, as if it wanted to turn around.

Zhang Wei raised an eyebrow, stepped forward but did not sit on the other person's stool. Instead, he casually pulled a stool from under the table next to him, placed it behind the dressing table, and sat down.

The next moment, Zhang Wei's face was also reflected in the mirror.

This move left the bride-dressed ghost somewhat bewildered.

Isn't he afraid of me?

The female ghost's rigid thinking was incomprehensible; within the range of her ghostly domain, there were actually people who could break free... no, to be precise, ignore the suppression of her ghostly domain and move freely.

It is difficult to understand, and even more difficult to express.

In a daze, she glanced at the mirror in front of her, then glanced at it again.

It would have been better if she hadn't looked. After taking one look, the bridal-dressed ghost, who had been sitting calmly, began to tremble slightly.

Her sunken face was filled with countless eyes that revealed an indescribable fear.

In the mirror reflecting her image, the person sitting behind her was not a beautiful and charming person, but a huge creature with an ominous red aura, its back pressed against the roof beams and pillars, its head as big as a dining table hanging down from the roof and dangling an inch above her head!

Beneath the blurred face, fist-sized eyes seemed to be watching her with a leisurely gaze.

That dark, gaping mouth, filled with sharp teeth, covered her head, seemingly both open and closed.

!!!

The female ghost was startled by the terrifying image in the mirror, almost falling off the stool. She instinctively turned her head and looked at the boy who was close to her, with a fair complexion and red lips, exuding the sunshine and charm of a first love, and staring at her curiously with a straight face. Her eyes blinked in disbelief.

That doesn't make sense either.

Looking back at the mirror, the youthful, spring-like figure had vanished, replaced by the hazy, enormous shadow of a beast.

Moreover, compared to the last time, this time the beast head was closer to her, its dark mouth was wide open, and two wisps of red smoke were rising from the corners of its mouth.

Look behind you.

Look in the mirror.

After several back-and-forths, her emotions fluctuating wildly, the female ghost, who already had very limited brain capacity, completely broke down. She suddenly twisted around, reaching out her bluish-black hands to grab Zhang Wei's neck. Her ugly, dense face pressed against Zhang Wei, and a hoarse voice came from her abdomen beneath her wedding dress: "You, what exactly are you?!"

The hoarse roar, accompanied by a gust of cold wind, ruffled the sideburns of the wig.

"What am I?"

Zhang Wei reached out, his left hand, enveloped in blood-red energy, grabbing the female ghost's sunken face and pushing her head—a sight that would make anyone with trypophobia faint—further away: "What kind of question is that!"

"What am I... guess?"

"Ahhhhh!"

The female ghost didn't listen carefully to Zhang Wei's answer at all.

When Zhang Wei pressed his hand against her face and forcefully pushed her head away with an unyielding attitude, she had already snapped her last shred of rationality.

Although, apart from living souls, ghosts that stay in the human world for a long time or are troubled by obsessions will lose their rationality and gradually become crazy and cruel, even if a super hero goes crazy, he has to choose the right time, let alone a ghost that has always bullied the weak and feared the strong.

She is scared!

She couldn't tell, she really couldn't tell what this thing that had revealed her secret was.

She didn't want to explore or know; her bright red body twisted and struggled in Zhang Wei's hands, trying to bury herself back into her wedding dress.

But her outstretched claws, which were meant to scratch Zhang Wei, were bound by chains formed from malevolent energy.

The legs that had turned into smoke and returned to the wedding dress were forcibly forced out by the abundant baleful energy.

Her slender body was suspended in mid-air, lying sprawled out. The restless yin energy and the numerous figures that faintly appeared in the eerie realm were ruthlessly suppressed and shattered by the even more violent blood demon.

Holding the chains to press her ugly face close to his, Zhang Wei stroked her sunken head and softly asked, "Sweetie, I see you're a pitiful person too. Tell me what's wronged you. If you were really murdered, I'll do my best to avenge you!"

The last sentence, coupled with the gentle tone, made the female ghost seem a little more normal.

There was nothing she could do about it being abnormal. Her wedding dress, which she had been living in, had been forcibly taken over, the Ghost Realm had been suppressed, and she herself had been humiliated and hung here. The current sense of powerlessness reminded her of certain things.

"Really? You'll really help me?"

"meeting!"

"I was originally the daughter of an oil seller in Cai Town. One day, the steward of the top scholar's mansion came to discuss with my father that the top scholar had taken a liking to me and wanted to bring me into the mansion. Although I wasn't very willing, my parents were very happy, and they happily married me off. Originally, I thought it didn't matter who I married; the top scholar was, after all, the reincarnation of the God of Literature, and I thought he was handsome and talented, so he should be a suitable husband. But I was wrong, and my parents were wrong too. He's not human, not human at all... He deserves to die! Ah!"

ah!"

As she spoke, the female ghost was touched on a sore spot and began to show signs of going crazy.

But with Xue Sha's comfort, reason returned, and the story was able to continue.

The entire wedding process had little to do with the female ghost. To put it bluntly, the other women and girls who were married into the family with her were all meant to be concubines for the top scholar. Her only task was to be led into the bridal chamber and then wait for the top scholar to see off the guests before he came to do his business that night.

But that's the key point.

As night fell, she waited agonizingly for the veil to be lifted. Although she saw a handsome young man, her excitement hadn't even had time to dissipate before her chin was grabbed. Accompanied by a groan of "You vile woman!", his handsome face was suddenly ripped open, revealing a gaping, blood-red mouth...

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