Chapter 1508: The Ghost Path’s Killing Move

Cracks spread crazily along the blade of the scalpel, instantly connecting with the other cracks on the ghost’s body. Chu Wenbin’s eyes widened in shock, and he roared in despair:

"You..."

"And, you got one thing wrong." Chu Muyun looked down at Chu Wenbin, who was about to vanish into oblivion, and spoke slowly:

"I am... not the same kind of person as you."

*Bang—!!*

As the cracks completely engulfed Chu Wenbin’s body, he exploded into fragments of soul. Tiny specks of light scattered around Chu Muyun. This inner demon that had dominated him for years finally disappeared completely today...

And after Chu Wenbin died, the house projected from his memories also faded rapidly.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Wisps of blood flowed from the corner of Chu Muyun’s mouth. He coughed weakly, took one last look at the house that was about to disappear completely, and turned to walk toward the street.

A figure covered in bandages, with white hair fluttering, had been waiting there for a long time, holding a floating ghost.

Chu Muyun looked at Jiang Xiaohua, his gaze incredibly complex: "...Thank you."

Jiang Xiaohua smiled slightly:

"You're welcome!"

"But there's one thing I don't quite understand." Chu Muyun pondered for a moment. "Back in the Infinite Realm, you were also a target of Chu Wenbin’s human experiments, right?"

"Yes."

"I was able to survive back then because of Heart 8’s help, and because I was lucky enough to step onto the [Blood Butcher] path..." Chu Muyun paused.

"But you..."

"How did you survive?"

Jiang Xiaohua blinked innocently.

"...Is it inconvenient to say?" Chu Muyun asked.

"Yes."

"Why?"

A look of reminiscence flashed in Jiang Xiaohua’s eyes.

"Because... this is a secret between me and someone else."

……

River of Oblivion.

"Master!"

"Master—!!"

A figure in a Tang suit wove through the surging ghosts. Sun Bumian kept his mind focused while shouting at the top of his lungs across the River of Oblivion.

In the River of Oblivion, without specific methods, the probability of finding a specific ghost was like looking for a needle in a haystack...

But Sun Bumian was different.

He had come to the Ancient Ghost Path Treasury so many times that he didn't even need to look for his master himself; every time he entered the River of Oblivion, his master would find him...

"Master!"

"My brilliant, resourceful master~!"

"My dashing, omniscient master~~~"

"Your obedient disciple has come to see you again!"

"Where are you?!!"

Sun Bumian swam in the River of Oblivion for a long time, shouting until his throat was almost hoarse, but among the vast sea of ghosts, he still didn't see that familiar figure.

Sun Bumian frowned slightly and subconsciously began to calculate, but as the energies of good and bad luck evolved, he didn't sense any danger to his master...

Seeing that he was about to cross the River of Oblivion and reach the shore, Sun Bumian couldn't help but mutter to himself:

"That old geezer... leaving his disciple behind, where did he run off to??"

……

On the other side.

A figure draped in a red-bottomed, black-patterned theatrical robe walked step by step into the flowing River of Oblivion.

"Memories remaining in the ghosts..." Chen Ling closed his eyes, feeling the changes after stepping into the River of Oblivion, and muttered to himself, "No wonder they say the living easily get lost on the River of Oblivion. Without an anchor, ordinary people easily lose themselves."

"But..."

"It poses almost no threat to me."

A unique facial mask bloomed on Chen Ling’s face. Under the blessing of [Painting the Red Face], Chen Ling’s entire temperament changed. Even as a massive amount of ghosts washed over his body, his expression didn't change in the slightest.

Who was Chen Ling? The many personalities of the Mockery Disaster had tortured him to the point of wishing for death. He had experienced countless moments of confusion, lost himself countless times, and found himself again countless times... This level of consciousness impact couldn't shake Chen Ling in the slightest.

No one was more determined than the current Chen Ling.

Chen Ling’s figure wove through the River of Oblivion. Five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes... A long time passed, and Chen Ling still didn't see the other end of the River of Oblivion.

The stretch of the river he was in seemed much wider than he had imagined.

Is it bad luck?

Or...

Is the Ghost Path targeting him?

Chen Ling had killed Kongwang with his own hands and was currently the Ghost Path’s number one target. If it wanted to find an opportunity to strike at him, the River of Oblivion was indeed the best place.

*Hum—!!*

The next second, the ghosts around Chen Ling flowed even more turbulently!

The river, which had been rolling forward, suddenly surged as if it had gone mad. Waves dozens of meters high collided with each other, and the wails of countless ghosts drilled into Chen Ling’s mind.

Chen Ling’s gaze narrowed slightly.

"It really came."

"I’d like to see... what kind of methods the so-called Ghost Path has?"

Chen Ling had no intention of dodging. He was like an arrow released from a bow, charging straight toward the overwhelming tide of ghosts!

*Boom—!!*

His figure was submerged within it.

……

"It’s you."

"It’s you!!"

"You killed me!!!"

"Why did you kill me! What right did you have to kill me!?"

"You killed us, and we will make you taste the feeling of death too!"

Countless voices echoed in Chen Ling’s ears. When he opened his eyes again, hideous faces were floating in the void, glaring at him.

Chen Ling frowned slightly. He didn't understand what was happening. His body moved backward uncontrollably, and the next second, as if he had tripped over something, he fell headfirst from the high altitude of a building!

A strong sense of weightlessness enveloped Chen Ling. He turned his head in confusion, and what met his eyes was a familiar city...

Nanhai Realm?

The moment these four words surged into Chen Ling’s mind, his body smashed into the ground, and he shattered into a spray of blood that splattered everywhere!

Chen Ling’s vision was instantly shrouded in darkness.

He died.

When he opened his eyes again, he was inexplicably standing on a street not far from where he had just fallen. He was carrying a lady’s handbag, walking across the road in high heels, when suddenly his body uncontrollably took two quick steps forward...

Then, a speeding truck hit her body head-on, and she shattered into a cloud of blood mist again.

He died again...

At this moment, Chen Ling seemed to realize something.

"Are these... all the people I killed in the Nanhai Realm?"

When Chen Ling was slaying evil in the Ghost Mockery Abyss, his body had been controlled by Black Ling for a period of time. At that time, he used a thought storm to influence the minds of the people in the Nanhai Realm who had once cursed him, and by influencing their thoughts, he killed thousands of people in one go!

Now, the deaths of these thousands of ordinary people, driven by the Ghost Path, had intertwined into a torrent of "Karma" in the River of Oblivion, completely engulfing him.

It wanted him to experience thousands of deaths and eventually get lost in the River of Oblivion?