The compatibility of these two items was actually quite good, even though they belonged to two people with completely opposite personalities.
This was a direction Bai Ci hadn't carefully considered before. Combining Gluttony with Body Stitching was equivalent to using Gluttony once without any side effects.
Having finished all of this, Bai Ci looked at the three of them, took a deep breath to mentally prepare herself, and continued speaking in the same gentle tone.
“You can open your eyes now, everyone.”
At Bai Ci's words, those who needed to turn around turned, and those who needed to look up looked up. Looking at Bai Ci, who appeared virtually no different from before, they all showed expressions of surprise to varying degrees.
Could what they had just seen have been an illusion?
No, it couldn't be.
In that case, what they were seeing now must be the illusion.
The Ghost Immortal Lady was truly a kind person. Fearing that she would frighten them, she had even used an illusion to conceal her injuries.
Although she didn't know exactly what these people were thinking, their eyes were already welling up with emotion. Bai Ci knew their thoughts had strayed off track.
“I am a soul body, so it's not as if I can truly lose arms or legs. I've only lost a portion of my strength. I won't be able to use this move lightly next time, so there's no need to worry too much.”
Just as everyone relaxed once more, a chill carrying a palpable pressure enveloped the area. It was a dangerous sensation that threatened to tear everything apart.
The chill unreasonably suppressed everything within the abandoned building, as if announcing the arrival of a new crisis.
“Please, no... Again?”
Mi Ke froze, her face filled with helplessness and defeat as she wailed.
From encountering the Foetal Feeder aberration at the intersection, to following clues into a trap, to bitterly fighting a swarm of monsters, and finally the backlash of slaughter that had just occurred...
She had experienced far too much in such a short span of time.
Facing an unknown pressure again now, even the usually calm Mi Ke couldn't help but feel a sense of despair, wanting to just give up.
“I'm really out of options. I'm completely drained. Whatever, I'll just lie down and wait to die.”
Although she spoke discouraged words of giving up, Mi Ke's body was incredibly honest, expressing the exact opposite.
Her hand immediately reached into the small bag she wore. This was a standard method to rationalize pulling items out of thin air.
I'm going to give up.
Just kidding.
The surrender on her lips was merely venting her emotions; the item preparation in her hands was not lax in the slightest.
Wu Suowei instantly cast aside all relaxation, his fingertips glowing slightly as his remaining spiritual energy stood ready.
Wu Daoqing was also spurred into action, gripping his peach wood sword tightly, his spine ramrod straight as he prepared to fight once more.
Fortunately, the newcomer this time was not an enemy.
The moment the biting chill descended, Bai Ci accurately captured the emotions hidden within it.
It was an anger born of being offended, and a panic of nearly losing someone, tightly interwoven.
Stripping away that terrifying pressure, what was revealed inside was a tender, protective sentiment.
It was Ming Yi.
He had broken through the barrier and rushed back.
“Don't panic. This is Ming Yi's power. He's here,” Bai Ci reminded the others.
Just as Bai Ci's voice fell, a sharp figure in red appeared at the entrance of the ruins.
It was not his usual ethereal state, but a physical form manifested by channeling all his power for battle. Even those without Yin-Yang Eyes could see his presence.
Along with Ming Yi's appearance, a battered figure was thrown onto the open ground in front of everyone. The force was controlled with extreme precision—seemingly a casual toss, yet it carried no force that would cause harm.
Everyone focused their gaze on her.
Disheveled hair, dust-stained clothes, and a clear, shocking purplish-black strangle mark around her neck. Her aura was weak and sluggish, but her face was incredibly familiar.
Wasn't this the spirit medium Ou Li, whose life or death had been unknown and whose whereabouts had been a mystery?
She had not completely fallen into the enemy's hands. Instead, just as she was about to be used as a bargaining chip against everyone, she had run into the returning Ming Yi.
Ming Yi had been furious at the time, looking for trouble. Spotting the culprit who had caused him and Ming Ci to be separated, he had snatched her from the enemy's grasp along the way.
He had saved her. Although she was in a rather miserable state now, she was back with her own people in the end, which was much better than falling into the hands of the villain boss.
Ou Li collapsed on the ground, barely propping herself up with her arms in an attempt to rise. Her head was still dizzy and confused, and her body was so weak and limp that she couldn't muster any strength.
The moment she landed, the figure in red, enveloped in endless malevolence and lingering fear, swept before Bai Ci.
In the next instant, a pair of cool, translucent arms securely wrapped around Bai Ci, holding her in a tight embrace.
This was an embrace between soul bodies, lacking the warmth of physical touch. The sensation was as light as a breeze, ethereal and fleeting, as if it would dissipate into the wind in the next second.
Yet, through the connection between the main soul and the split soul, Bai Ci could clearly perceive the emotions churning within him. That overflowing dread and cherish were so real they were irreplaceable.
Just now, his connection had been forcibly severed by an external force, leaving him to watch helplessly as his other half fell deep into danger. That helplessness and panic had almost completely ignited his malevolence.
Only now, with her actually in his arms, confirming she was safe and sound, did his restless, furious emotions gradually calm down.
He was truly guarding her as his own life, his other half, allowing absolutely no harm to come to her.
Feeling the steady breath of the person in his arms, Ming Yi's deep, cool voice sounded, carrying a trace of lingering tension and hoarseness: “Are you hurt?”
Bai Ci looked up slightly, her eyes rippling with a gentle smile. She intentionally softened her tone, whispering words of comfort. Yet, upon closer inspection, every single word was a gentle lie.
“I'm fine, Ming Yi.”
“You don't need to be so tense. I didn't encounter any danger at all.”
“These kids are all very reliable. The sinister monsters that surrounded us just now were all completely destroyed by the heavenly lightning Wu Suowei summoned. I was merely a bystander.”
She deliberately hid the danger and difficulty of paying the price to activate Gluttony and stitching her body back together.
First, this set of excuses to rationalize her items and disguise her self-defense was meant to fool the players.
If she detailed it in front of Ming Yi, she would likely expose a flaw before this true Ghost Immortal, inviting unnecessary complications.
Second, she knew Ming Yi's temperament too well. If he knew she had been forced to devour her own flesh and got injured, his already furious and terrified self would definitely lose control completely.
Right now, the last thing they needed was more trouble. Keeping his emotions stable was the best choice.
She just didn't know if the players could understand the meaning behind her words.
As she finished speaking, Mi Ke and Wu Suowei instantly understood, tacitly choosing to remain silent.
Only Wu Daoqing, who was pure-minded and didn't understand such convoluted matters, subconsciously frowned, about to speak up in confusion.
Beside him, Wu Suowei, who had been keeping an eye on him, acted quickly. He reached out and lightly pressed Wu Daoqing's shoulder, manually silencing him and cutting off all the questions that were about to escape his mouth.
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