CHAPTER 46: CHAPTER 19: I’M SERIOUSLY INJURED, TAKE ME TO THE RIVER (PART 2)

He tugged at the corner of his mouth but wasn’t too disappointed. First, he had expected this, as the small spirit stone was the worst among all spirit stones. Even if it could serve the purpose of the red and blue potion bottles for him, he didn’t think the effect would be spectacular.

Secondly, he had another plan, which seemed to be the only self-rescue option at the moment—

No more hesitation, as every second’s delay brought him closer to the second way of leaving the instance. With all his strength, he charged towards the rampaging Demon Ghost like a cheetah sprinting at full speed.

The Demon Ghost, with one eye pierced, raged in pain, flailing madly for a moment, finally stopped. Its horrible face, ugly as a skinned frog, was covered in blood. The remaining eye stared at him with resentment.

Resentment, hatred...

Most people would be terrified facing such a monster, and an injured, frenzied Demon Ghost is undoubtedly more dangerous than a regular one.

But Gu Mo couldn’t afford to think about all that. Maybe it was the time-critical survival pressure, or the fatal chest wound constantly stimulating his nerves. He didn’t have time to think much, nor conditions to hesitate. His mind wasn’t blank, but there was only the purest thought left, turned into a nerve-reflex command driving his body.

At this moment, he wonderfully felt like a bystander; there was some split between his spirit and body. His body seemed to act on its own, like a cold, fierce beast, pouncing without hesitation at the more dangerous prey!

"Roar—!!"

The Demon Ghost also let out a roar, charging like a mad bull.

It must kill this hateful bug and devour his flesh and blood!

...

A sharp monkey cry echoed, filled with unwillingness, resentment, and despair, then suddenly stopped at the peak.

As if foreshadowing the fate of the owner of the cry.

Pulling the blood-stained Tachi from the Ape Ghost’s body, the black-haired girl turned and rushed out of the shrine. Her white teeth clenched on her lips, and her eyes seemed to hide a trace of pain, as if suppressing something with all her might. As the shrouding darkness receded, she managed to calm the agitation of the demon bloodline.

But that frenzied instinct was still restlessly stirring.

However, Hidechika couldn’t care less. Her face was full of anxiety as she rushed out over the corpses of Demon Ghosts onto the mountain path outside the shrine.

This unexpected situation was also something she hadn’t anticipated. Is that person okay now? Could it be that... he has already encountered some mishap?

In the next moment, her running feet abruptly stopped, and her pupils contracted fiercely—

Not far from the shrine courtyard, a place on the mountain path was in a mess. Several bowl-thick trees were broken by a huge force, and the sturdier large trees remained upright but carried deep claw marks on their trunks nearby, clawed deeply into the wood.

As if fierce beasts like bears and tigers had been sharpening their claws on these trees for a long time, but the marks were fresh, clearly made recently.

The culprit behind all this was also apparent, a massive Demon Ghost with a red body twice as large as a grown man. However, now it lay silent, fallen on its back, its Ghost Horn shattered, face full of blood, and one eye was nothing but a bloody hollow.

What took its life was indeed the injury to its other eye, with a short knife deeply embedded, likely protruding from the back of its head.

The Demon Ghost’s life force was formidable, and its constitution surpassed ordinary people, but even ordinary demons still had weaknesses.

Weaknesses like the Ghost Horn were widely recognized. Most ordinary Demon Ghosts previously were humans, so parts like the head and heart were still vital points, which, when struck, naturally couldn’t survive.

The terrifying trait of killing yet not dying is not something any random creature could possess.

And beside the fallen Demon Ghost’s body was that peculiar young man, panting heavily with half his body drenched in blood, unsure how much was his and how much belonged to the Demon Ghost on the ground.

The black-haired girl stood in place, somewhat at a loss, opening her mouth but unable to produce a sound.

She knew she was still too late, as this person was too severely injured—

The chest wound, muddled with blood and flesh, was the fatal injury. It was extremely lucky it hadn’t taken his life on the spot...

Moreover, he also bore multiple other injuries, with half his body stained with blood...

The entire left arm hung limply, adopting a bizarre, twisted posture...

"Oh, Ah Xiu, you’ve resolved things over there too..." He listened to the voice, lifted his head, and smiled, joking, "Luckily I just resolved mine, otherwise it’d be a bit embarrassing, taking so long to fight just a small monster..."

Still speaking in words she completely didn’t understand.

The girl bit her lip, wondering if he was unaware of how dire his situation was, or was it that he really could face life and death so casually? She wanted to say something, after all, not protecting her client well was a first-time experience for her, inevitably leading to sadness and guilt.