Yun Qishen

Chapter 2305 Spider Silk White Ghost
The man with the mustache led Mo Langqin to a small bamboo hut. A gentle breeze rustled the bamboo leaves; although it was already winter, the bamboo in Fengnan remained verdant. The faint sound of a stream could also be heard.

The man with the mustache sat on a square stool in the room, waiting for Mo Langqin to sit down with him before speaking, "The 'she' you mentioned has no name. Before she died, she was said to have the ability to promote plant growth, produce fruit, and heal people's injuries and illnesses, but that was hundreds of years ago. She was born in the center of the calamity battlefield, and was forcibly pulled alive from the womb of her maimed and dying mother by a crazed enemy soldier."

Shortly after her birth, she was connected to her deceased mother by the umbilical cord and thrown into a mass grave along with hundreds of other war corpses.

Is this referring to what happened before Bai Ying was refined into a ghost beast?

Listening to the mustachioed man's nonchalant yet cruel description, Mo Langqin clenched his fists. He hadn't expected Bai Ying's life to be so cruel.

"Rumor has it that she has a pale complexion, just like you, little brother, with no color in her skin. And because she is surrounded by white bones and rotting corpses with extremely heavy yin energy, those who have seen her call her the White Ghost."

Just like myself, my whole body was bloodless...

The man with the mustache continued, "Little White Ghost survived entirely thanks to the soldiers and civilians who died in those years of war. She miraculously grew up on the flesh and blood of these guys in the pit."

"But she didn't just grow up, she became incredibly beautiful. So beautiful that a dying person would hold on to their last breath just to catch a glimpse of her, waiting for her to come and devour them before they were willing to die."

Is it really as beautiful as you say?

Mo Langqin was very curious because he had never seen Bai Ying's true appearance; all he could see now was a white blur. After hearing the description from the mustachioed man, he was even happier for Bai Ying.

But the man with the mustache chuckled jokingly, “Young man, when you were displaced by years of war, forced to go to the battlefield, and finally on the verge of death from your injuries, wouldn’t you long to see the person you love most?”

"I'm sure of it."

Although people have different thoughts, most people think of beautiful people and things before they die to numb the pain of their impending death.

My life has been so painful. Can't I even have one happy and beautiful moment before my life ends?

If it were me, I would definitely think of my mother and the white shadow.

"So, the person you're thinking of, do you think is pretty or beautiful?"

"Naturally, it is beautiful and wonderful."

The man with the mustache tapped his fingers lightly on the table in front of him. "That's what those dying people thought too. The point isn't how beautiful she was, but that her figure was deceptive. Everyone! Everyone who survived being buried in the mass grave! They all mistook her for the most beautiful person in their minds, the one they most wanted to see. Her true appearance didn't really matter, and no one cared! Because no one would say that the most desired and beautiful person in their minds wasn't beautiful."

As discussed in the Ghost Master's Ghost Beast Ability Classification Course, ghost beasts refined from the same soul will have a certain connection with the events experienced by the soul in its previous life.

Bai Ying was so ignored by people during her lifetime, and was arbitrarily and subjectively identified as resembling someone else, which resulted in Bai Ying never having her own appearance from the moment she became a ghost beast.

The man with the mustache stopped tapping his fingers on the table. "She was supposed to live in this mass grave for the rest of her life, forever a white ghost in the eyes of the world, but from a certain day on, her fate was completely rewritten."

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"My legs! My legs!"

The man, whose legs had been broken, clung desperately to the edge of the wooden cart. The soft, sticky planks dug into his fingernails, drawing blood and turning his fingers white, yet he held on with unwavering resolve. He absolutely did not want to fall into the stench-filled ditch behind him!
The soldier pushing the cart, wearing a white square mask, frowned in annoyance, then kicked the man right in the chest, burying him in the mass grave along with the sliding pile of corpses.

The man pushed aside the hard, cold corpse pressing down on him, dragging his still-unhealed, amputated legs to the top of the pile of bodies.

"I'm not dead yet! I don't want to be here! I don't want to stay here! Take me away! Ahhh!"

As the man approached the earthen wall at the edge of the pit, he roared and howled at the sky above the pit, shrouded in a black mist of flies. The petite, slender, white figure, hearing the noise from the man's side, instinctively moved closer.

By the time the man noticed, her hand was already gripping the back of his neck.

The man abruptly flung his hand away from the unexpected touch, and screamed in terror at the disheveled, filthy, pale woman before him, "Who are you! Are you a vengeful ghost! Don't come any closer! I don't want to die! I don't want to die!!"

She clearly couldn't understand what this lively creature was saying; all she knew was that she was hungry, and that the creature smelled fresh. Acting purely on instinct, she stammered, "Ah...uh..."

"Don't touch me! Get away! Get away!"

When the man saw that she was about to make a move, he quickly waved his arms to prevent her from getting closer.

"Get out of my way! Evil spirit, vanish!! I wish I still had legs! I wish I still had legs!!"

She still didn't understand this guy's behavior, but she could sense the sadness in him. Of course, she didn't know what sadness was; she only knew that she didn't like this feeling, so this guy probably didn't like it either.

Suddenly, the man who was struggling to stop her from getting closer took the initiative to pull her. He was lying on top of the corpses, and he raised his arms and grabbed her arms tightly.

"Mother! Your son was wrong! Your son shouldn't have argued with you and run away! Mother!!" The man cried out, his arms outstretched like a child pleading for a hug. "My legs hurt so much, they really hurt!! Mother! Hug me, Mother!! Hug me! I'm so scared! Mother! I'm scared!!"

There is a reason why miracles happen at this moment.

She hadn't actually done anything. She couldn't understand the words of the wailing man in front of her, nor could she understand his touching. All she knew was that she was hungry and wanted to eat.

But when she touched the man again, he did not resist, and at the same time, the places where the man's legs had been severed began to emit a faint white light.

"This can't be! I must be dreaming!" The man, noticing the pain in his legs, looked at his now-gone legs with tears of bittersweet joy still welling in his eyes. "My legs..."

The man's legs grew back, and after a while, all the pain and pain in his body disappeared.

"My legs have grown back!! Hahaha, I don't have to die!! Thank God! Thank Mother! Thank our ancestors for their blessings!!"

She still didn't understand men's behavior, but the man's legs, which had grown back, made her eyes widen with curiosity.

The miraculous scene just now was like a spider silk hanging down from hell, causing the "corpses" in the pit to surge and churn.

“And my arm!” A withered hand infested with maggots grabbed her ankle.

"My eyes!!"

Then came the third, fourth, and fifth hands! One after another, they clung to her.

"my leg!"

"I don't want to die!"

"help me!"

"Please help me first!"

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