MMB Chapter 171 I will make you pay with your life for my ghost slave!
Chapter 171 I will make you pay with your life for my ghost slave!
It was a tall, gilded European medieval full-length mirror, with an intricate rose pattern carved on the frame and tiny rubies inlaid along the edges of the petals. The craftsmanship was exquisite.
But the mirror surface is strangely eerie.
Even though it was daytime and sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the mirror didn't reflect any light; it was completely black, like a bottomless black hole.
In the dim light, one could see a blurry white shadow moving in the depths of the mirror.
The figure, dressed in a retro white dress with long hair reaching her waist, slowly turned around.
Her face was a blur; only a pair of venomous eyes could be seen, staring intently at the people outside.
"ah--!"
Zhuo Nianxi screamed in fright and hid behind Shen Zixuan, closing her eyes tightly.
Zhuo Hongyuan's face also turned pale, and he subconsciously took a step back.
Just then, the woman in the mirror suddenly let out a piercing scream.
"Splash—!"
All the windows in the villa shattered at the same time, and shards rained down like raindrops.
The crystal chandelier shook violently, and the light bulbs shattered one after another, sending sparks flying.
A sudden gust of wind rushed in through the window, making the curtains flutter loudly, and blowing all the vases and ornaments on the table to the ground, smashing them to pieces.
Countless jet-black hairs surged wildly from the mirror, like a black tide, instantly covering the entire living room.
Her long hair flew through the air, writhing like a venomous snake as she lunged at Zhuo Nianxi.
The woman's shadow emerged from the mirror, and her face finally became clear.
His face was ashen white, his eyes were sunken and streaming with black tears of blood, and his mouth stretched to his ears, revealing a set of sharp fangs.
"Give me back my life... Give me back my life..."
Her voice was hoarse and shrill, like fingernails scraping against glass, sending chills down one's spine.
"Protect the young lady!"
Zhuo Hongyuan's two bodyguards immediately rushed forward and swung their stun batons at the shadowy figure.
The stun gun passed right through the shadow and had no effect.
With a flick of his sleeve, the shadowy figure sent the two bodyguards flying with a powerful force, crashing into the wall, spitting blood, and knocking them unconscious.
"Mr. Shen! Help!" Zhuo Hongyuan was terrified and shouted loudly.
Shen Yu stood still, without moving an inch.
He watched the approaching black figure with a calm and unwavering gaze.
This was merely a ghost slave created by evil magic. Though it harbored deep resentment, it was nothing more than an ant in his presence.
He casually raised his right hand, and a wisp of pale golden spiritual energy gathered at his fingertips.
There was no hand gesture, no incantation, just a gentle flick.
The wisp of spiritual energy transformed into a slender golden light, instantly piercing through the shadowy figure's chest.
"ah--!"
The shadowy figure let out an extremely shrill scream, and its body began to dissolve at a visible speed.
She struggled frantically, trying to lunge at Zhuo Nianxi, but the golden light burned her soul like a raging fire, rendering her unable to move.
"I'm not reconciled... I'm not reconciled at all..."
Her voice grew weaker and weaker, and her body gradually turned into black ash, dissipating into the air.
Those wildly dancing long hairs also turned to ashes.
The wind stopped, and shattered glass fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
The chill in the villa vanished instantly, and warm sunlight streamed in through the broken windows, spilling onto the floor.
Everything has returned to calm.
Only the gilded mirror fell from the wall with a crash, smashed to the ground, and shattered into countless pieces.
Shen Yu withdrew his hand, looked at the broken pieces on the ground, and said calmly:
"This is no ordinary vengeful ghost; it's a ghost slave created by an evil cultivator. Someone used dark magic to seal her soul inside a mirror, allowing her to absorb the life essence of living people to cultivate. When your daughter bought the mirror, she essentially delivered herself to be nourishment for her."
"An evil cultivator?" Zhuo Hongyuan's face turned deathly pale. "Then... won't that evil cultivator come looking for revenge?"
"It's hard to say." Shen Yu shook his head. "It depends on his cultivation level. But even if he comes, he won't be able to cause any trouble."
He could sense that the crafting technique of this ghost slave was very crude, and that the evil cultivator's cultivation level should not be high. At most, he was just a rogue cultivator who knew a little bit about the basics, and was not worth paying attention to at all.
Zhuo Hongyuan finally breathed a sigh of relief and bowed deeply to Shen Yu:
"Thank you so much, Mr. Shen, for saving our lives! You are truly our family's second parent!"
Zhuo Nianxi slowly opened her eyes and saw the broken mirror on the ground, knowing that the terrifying woman was gone.
She released her grip on Shen Zixuan's arm, walked up to Shen Yu, and bowed deeply: "Thank you, Mr. Shen."
After saying that, she secretly glanced at Shen Zixuan beside her, and her face turned red again.
A strand of merit, as fine as a hair, flowed into Shen Yu's body from the darkness.
Meanwhile, deep in the mountains of Europe, in an abandoned castle.
Karen was sitting on a cold stone chair, with a black altar in front of her.
Seven black candles were stuck in the altar, their flickering flames making his pale face appear even more eerie.
He was dressed in a long black robe, his face painted with dark red runes, and he held a skull staff in his hand, chanting a spell in a low voice.
He was a fringe member of the European underground dark council, specializing in the art of raising ghosts.
This Seven Souls Nourishing Mirror is the culmination of thirty years of his painstaking work.
He captured six young women, extracted their souls, sealed them in a mirror, and nourished them day and night with the life essence of living people.
Once he absorbs the soul of a seventh woman, the Soul Nourishing Mirror will be completed, and he will be able to use its power to join the core of the Dark Council.
The sixth ghost slave was that French noblewoman.
It was also the strongest ghost slave he had painstakingly captured.
Just as he was lost in his daydreams, the sixth candle on the altar suddenly went out with a snap.
"puff--!"
Karen suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood and fell to the ground.
He clutched his chest, coughing violently, the runes on his face turning black from the backlash.
"No... Impossible!" He stared in disbelief at the extinguished candle, his eyes filled with madness. "My ghost slaves! My six ghost slaves! Who? Who destroyed my Soul-Nourishing Mirror!"
He suddenly stood up, walked to the altar, formed hand seals, and activated a secret technique to investigate.
Soon, he saw the scene in the distant Eastern capital city.
A young Eastern man casually flicked his wrist and annihilated his most prized and strongest ghost servant.
"Eastern monks?" Karen's eyes turned venomous, her teeth grinding together. "Damn Easterners! How dare they ruin thirty years of my life's work! They've ruined my grand plan!"
He stared intently at the east, his voice carrying a chilling coldness:
"I, Karen, swear I will find you in the East! I will steal your soul and refine you into the most powerful ghost slave! I will make you my slave for eternity! I will make you pay with your life as my ghost slave!"