I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 3644: Chapter 1775: Horse Carriage (Part 2)

"A clay Bodhisattva crossing the river, can’t even protect itself, and still wants to protect others?"

Feng waved.

Elder Fu, covered in black, slammed to the ground, no longer breathing.

The White-faced Ghost extended its long tongue, like a snake’s, licking all the way from the tip of the black sword.

After savoring the blood and sucking the soul dry, its physique glowed faintly, even its pallid face was a shade rosier.

"Delicious."

"But ultimately too old, with a hint of a rancid odor."

Swish, the ghostly fire in its two eyes, turned to stare at the Matchmaker, and at the millions of spectators in front of the Golden Apricot screen.

In the Ghost Buddha Realm, the eerie winds wailed.

All around, the sounds of wolves howling and ghosts weeping were incessant.

The mist enveloped the Stele of the Central Yuan world, and even through the Golden Apricot, the millions of spectators couldn’t help but feel their scalps tingle.

"Dead!"

"Truly dead!"

"Elder Fu’s soul was sucked dry, and so was Uncle Jin’s, next will be... Matchmaker, run!"

A million people simultaneously realized something terrible had happened.

Currently, in the outdoor world of spreading the Path, Feng Zhongzui wasn’t so aggressive, only occasionally chatting with everyone.

Though the Matchmaker couldn’t compare to Feng Zhongzui, she rose to prominence nonetheless.

Crucially, she had stunning beauty, a graceful figure, chatted in a way that pleased everyone, and her wealth, background, and guards far exceeded others.

If she fell, the world of the Path would lose a pillar!

"I..."

The Matchmaker truly wanted to run but found she couldn’t move her legs.

Her legs felt like lead, exposed to the icy cold wind, and the falling snowflakes stung with a biting pain.

"I can’t move..."

She spoke tearfully, unsure if this was the pressure of a demi-saint, or if it was fear causing it.

When the White-faced Ghost tilted its head and looked at her mockingly, she was left without support, utterly alone, like a lone boat about to capsize, which only made her tears fall.

"Run!"

"Move your left foot first, then the right, can’t you do that?"

A flood of comments flew past her forehead, but the Matchmaker still couldn’t move.

She could only watch as the White-faced Ghost, having lost interest, slowly drew his sword, pointing it in midair:

"Point of Path..."

A flash of cold light was stunning.

In front of the Golden Apricot, the million people held their breath.

Just then, a "Ding-dong" sounded, the fog hovered, and the distant ringing of bells resonated.

Along with it came the creak of wheels rolling over the ground and a voice reciting a melancholic poem:

"Rising at dawn, the bell strikes, the traveler pines for home..."

...

"Who?"

"What idiot came here, not running, but jumping into the fire, didn’t they hear Elder Fu’s scream?"

"The voice sounds familiar?"

"A carriage? Still driving a carriage? This is hilarious, which profligate young master is honing skills in the Ghost Buddha Realm, encountering a demi-saint level fierce ghost, great! These inherently fortunate people all deserve to die!"

"Wait, this cassia carriage, also sounds somewhat familiar?"

"Isn’t anyone analyzing this poem, there’s a sense of homesickness..."

"The Matchmaker sure should be homesick now, she barely lived in the Apricot Realm and always played in the Ghost Buddha Realm, now look, she who hunted geese daily is finally pecked by one."

A long stream of information floated past her forehead, filled with helpless sentiment, and even some resentment of the rich.

After all, beyond the intangible scene of the Golden Apricot, they couldn’t intervene to help.

The Matchmaker didn’t expect anyone among them to be a demi-saint, capable of suddenly coming to rescue her.

Her only lifeline at this moment was the cassia carriage slowly emerging from the fog, the protection from the descendant of the higher void family it represented:

"Save me! Help me!"

"I am the Matchmaker, I can give you many things, give you everything, I can even help you move into the Apricot Realm!"

Move into the Apricot Realm.

These four words, in the current five regions, are truly hot commodities.

Even if facing a father’s enemy, if he spoke before death that he could help with "moving into the Apricot Realm" and swore an oath.

The avenger might even reply with "when will revenge ever end," then lay down his knife and return to the shore.

"Eh?"

The White-faced Ghost pointed its sword at the Red Bride, a sound of confusion escaping from its mouth.

It had originally unleashed a sword attack, but when those words "Morning arrives and rings of departure sound, traveler mourns for hometown" emerged, it couldn’t help but feel something...

Wanting to know what comes next, a strong desire.

Thus, enduring a backlash from the sword, the White-faced Ghost forcibly held back the attack, turning its head towards the other side, gazing at the carriage with the sign "Departure Bell."

"Creak, creak..."

The slowly approaching bronze cassia carriage was quite luxurious, even the wheels exuded an expensive aura, setting forth the Higher Void Families’ descendant.

On the Shengshen Continent, those who really venture out to cultivate are seldom just indulged offspring; most are well-mannered and educated.

Even if some like to play, it’s just minor flaws that don’t overshadow their talent for cultivation.

But this carriage was different.

Judging by its personnel, it gave off an impression of outward strength but inner weakness.

Because even the old thin carriage driver sitting at the front looked somewhat squalid, speaking even less elegantly:

"Young master, there’s a delicate lady up ahead, beautiful and graceful, just happened to fall into hardship, she says she’ll give you everything, shall we stop?"

"Old Man Li, stop testing, is this today’s mission target?" A light cough sounded from inside the carriage, it was the voice of the sickly young master.

"Hehe, young master, this old servant still needs to report back, please give a face-saving answer... rescue or not?"

"No, rescue. Many are unfortunate in this world, who truly loves humanity? Saving one after another, who has the time?"

"I see, let’s go!"

Creak, creak...

The carriage slowly drove away, leaving behind a dead silence.

The Red Bride stood frozen, unable to believe what had happened.

In over twenty years of living, she had never seen a man... a normal man, whose gaze lingered on her for less than three breaths.

But this carriage duo...

Old Man Li glanced and withdrew his gaze, as if he saw the beauties from the Continent’s List of Peerless Beauties every day.

The sickly young master did not even lift the curtain of the carriage, speaking with a tone full of cautious distance.

Listening to your voice, it sounds like you’re short on vitality, are you rushing to reincarnate by not saving me?

The Red Bride bit her lower lip, teary-eyed and silent.

She actually understood, not saving was the correct decision.

Giving herself a step down might mean bypassing that White-faced Ghost, leaving the Central Yuan world alive.𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

This carriage master and servant were smart people.

But...

What about me?

You’ve left, but what about me, the Red Bride?

The Red Bride remained silent, but the Golden Apricot comment section suddenly exploded, clearly everyone couldn’t hold back:

"Who is this! Speaking arrogantly, disregarding everyone! Babbling ’love humanity,’ that’s ’Lord Cang Sheng’! Do you think you are Lord Shou, comparing yourself to an emperor?"

"What rescue? That voice sounds so weak it can’t lift a chicken, it’s only because he saw the Red Bride in Golden Apricot, knowing millions are watching, pretentiously acting cool, actually inside the carriage, probably scared to pee himself!"

"No rescue, no rescue, my Red Bride doesn’t need your help, descendants of the Higher Void, may they meet a bad end! Red Bride, run!"

"That White-faced Ghost is stupid too, why stand still? If I were that ghost, I’d now rush forward with a sword per person, killing the evil servant first, then severing the sick young master, to vent the hatred in my heart!"

"Calm down everyone, haven’t you noticed something is odd about the White-faced Ghost, it seems to be under some control..."

No one could calm down.

Not even noticing why when the sickly young master spoke, even the White-faced Ghost stopped, respectfully saluting.

"Hiss..."

The White-faced Ghost itself didn’t know why.

Holding its sword, chilling air emanated from its mouth, feeling a little awkward — it had actually interrupted its attack and endured a backlash!

But the White-faced Ghost, after all, was a White-faced Ghost, possessing the most keen instincts in battle, from the most primitive perception, it felt letting that carriage go might be better than chasing them.

Didn’t know why, the emergence of such a feeling compelled the ghost to rage, wanting to fiercely crush something.

"Kill!"

The White-faced Ghost swung its black sword.

It surprisingly followed the heart’s guidance, no longer gazing at the carriage, but turning back towards the Red Bride, licking its lips and saying:

"Those two wastes, consuming them would only defile my human spirit, so allow them to leave."

"And you, beauty, your taste is incomparably fresh... Gah?"

The White-faced Ghost’s words halted, feeling a chill down its back.

Behind it, the carriage that should have departed and entered the mist suddenly stopped, and Old Man Li’s voice came from the carriage:

"Young master, it insulted us."

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