?68: Chapter 68 Bestowing You as a Servant (Part 2) 68: Chapter 68 Bestowing You as a Servant (Part 2) Zhuo Family Villa!

    The servants had already been sent away by Zhuo Wenbin, leaving the villa dimly lit.

    Zhuo Wenbin sat on the sofa, holding a wine glass, occasionally sipping the red wine with an excited gleam in his eyes.

    A surgical table, a chilling scalpel, and various indescribable drugs were laid out in the living room.

    Zhuo Junting was bound tightly to the surgical table, furiously cursing at the moment.

    “Zhuo Wenbin, you beast, even if I die today, I will become a fierce ghost and feast on your flesh and drink your blood.”

    Like a demon’s roar or like a ghost’s howl, Zhuo Junting at this moment had lost all her ladylike demeanor; she seemed to have turned into a madwoman, her eyes red and radiating a terrifying hatred.

    “Little girl, you will indeed become a fierce ghost, merely as a tool in my hands,” happily declared the Ghost Path elder, his body exuding an eerie ghostly aura as he picked up the scalpel and walked step by step towards Zhuo Junting.

    Resignation, despair, and endless anger and hatred—these were all the emotions enveloping Zhuo Junting at that moment.

    She was supposed to have been a wealthy young lady, destined for a carefree life, find a husband, have a child, and lead a contented life.

    Zhuo Junting never thought that one day she would lose both her family and her life, especially at the hands of her own uncle.

    When faced with reality, she realized that none of it was a dream, but the harsh reality she had to confront.

    “Ghost elder, please be careful not to kill her directly.

    Her ‘Heart Blood’ is only useful to me if she’s alive when it is collected,” Zhuo Wenbin put down his wine glass and hurried toward the elder, his voice trembling with excitement.

    “Wenbin, I certainly wasn’t wrong about you.

    You are indeed cruel and ruthless, not only did you brutally kill your father and elder brother, but now you face your last kin without a shred of humanity,” the Ghost elder said with a sinister smile, his words seemingly both praising and mocking Zhuo Wenbin.

    Zhuo Wenbin’s face reddened, a flash of shame crossing his eyes, which was quickly replaced by madness, his voice sinisterly adding, “As long as I can achieve the perfect ‘Netherworld True Solution’ and become a Half-Ghost Body, I will be immortal and invincible, and the whole world will be mine.

    What is family affection in comparison?”

    “Excellent!

    Worthy of being a disciple of the Ghost Path, possessing great determination and perseverance,” the Ghost elder’s eyes flickered as he complimented him again.

    “My dear niece, although your uncle can’t bear to kill you, for the sake of his future, your sacrifice is necessary,” Zhuo Wenbin gently stroked Zhuo Junting’s cheek, as if admiring a precious object.

    “You beast, you won’t die a good death.”

    At this point, Zhuo Junting knew her death was inevitable.

    Her teeth gritted to the point of nearly shattering, her blood-red eyes filled with unbearable hatred, but she was helpless against Zhuo Wenbin.

    “Begin,” Zhuo Wenbin said coldly.

    “As you wish.”

    With a menacing smile, the Ghost elder took the scalpel and sliced directly towards Zhuo Junting’s heart.

    “Ah!”

    A muffled grunt escaped from Zhuo Junting as she could not see the scene unfolding in front of her chest, but she could feel the sharp blade opening her chest, with torrents of liquid gushing forth.

    Does it hurt?

    Zhuo Junting could no longer feel pain.

    All she felt was the cold scalpel stirring in her chest, her blood flowing out, her consciousness gradually fading, the faces of her father and grandfather appearing in her mind before their gruesome deaths.

    The surgery continued without her feeling pain.

    Zhuo Junting’s heart filled with overwhelming grievances and fury.

    Why did she have to be a frail woman?

    Why did she have to die without avenging her family?

    Her consciousness blurred, her eyes dilating, and at this moment, Zhuo Junting was on the brink of death, soon to become a cold corpse.

    “The surgery is successful, her ‘Heart Blood’ has been extracted.

    You must refine it quickly while it’s still warm to achieve a Half-Ghost Body,” the Ghost elder handed the container to Zhuo Wenbin, which contained Zhuo Junting’s ‘Heart Blood’.

    “Good!”

    Overwhelmed with excitement, Zhuo Wenbin took the container from the Ghost elder, tipped the blood into his mouth, and then sat cross-legged, beginning to cultivate the ‘Netherworld True Solution’.

    Instantly, Zhuo Wenbin’s body emitted an extremely eerie ghostly aura, entering a bizarre state of cultivation.

    At this time.

    On the surgery table, blood slowly seeped from Zhuo Junting’s chest; her body twitched silently, her life force fading.

    But with her eyes wide open, fueled by boundless hatred, she refused to die without a fight.

    Time passed quickly.

    Twenty minutes had passed, and Zhuo Wenbin underwent an extremely terrifying transformation.

    His body gradually became mist-like, the originally human form now appeared somewhat distorted, with an intensely dense Ghost Path aura swirling around him.

    Zhuo Wenbin suddenly opened his eyes, and when he blinked, two eerie green ghostly fires appeared, evoking an intense sense of horror.

    “Success!”

    Zhuo Wenbin roared excitedly.

    He stretched his arms, and sounds of air bursting echoed around him.

    He seemed under the illusion that even if a giant mountain stood before him, he could shatter it into rubble with a single punch.

    “Old Ghost, to thank you for your cultivation, I have no other way to repay you than to treat you as Blood Food and have a meal first.” Zhuo Wenbin woke from his excitement, his voice becoming colder as he looked at Old Ghost, his gaze revealing a hint of murderous intent.

    “Do you want to kill me?”

    Faced with the half-human, half-ghost Zhuo Wenbin, Old Ghost sneered repeatedly, holding the wisdom like pearls in his hands, not taking him seriously at all.

    “This is what you taught me.

    To achieve great things, one must not have even a trace of mercy,” Zhuo Wenbin sneered repeatedly.

    Ding ding ding!

    “Ah!”

    Suddenly, Old Ghost’s hands produced a Golden Bell, now slowly swaying, causing Zhuo Wenbin to scream in pain and collapse directly to the ground.

    “Wenbin, you’re still too green.

    If I didn’t have a means to restrain you, how dare I impart the True Solution of Netherworld to you?” Old Ghost said with disdain.

    “Old Ghost, I was wrong, spare me.” In his painful wails, Zhuo Wenbin kept begging.

    “Hmph!”

    “I’ll let you off this time.

    If you harbor contumacious thoughts in the future, I will make sure you suffer.” Old Ghost put away the Golden Bell, his voice ice-cold.

    “Go, your niece is not yet completely dead.

    Devour her flesh and blood to stabilize your still unstable Half-Ghost Body.” Old Ghost said with a sinister smile, casually pointing to Zhuo Junting lying on the operating table.

    “Food?”

    “What delicious Blood Food!”

    Zhuo Wenbin slowly got up, his eyes wide as bells, saliva continuously dripping from the corners of his mouth as he stepped towards Zhuo Junting.

    At this moment, Zhuo Junting’s consciousness was blurry, her body exuding a deathly aura.

    If not for the hatred in her heart sustaining her, she would have likely passed away.

    “I don’t want to die...

    I don’t want to die...

    I haven’t had my revenge...

    my revenge...” Zhuo Junting’s voice was as faint as a mosquito, but the hatred that no rivers or seas could wash away filled the entire Zhuo Family villa.

    “Hate?

    Angry?

    Reluctant?”

    Suddenly!

    A strange voice resonated in Zhuo Junting’s mind.

    She could not tell where this voice was coming from, but deep inside, her heart was telling her that only this person could save her.

    “I want to kill him, I want to kill everyone, give me strength, please grant me strength,” Zhuo Junting cried out desperately in her heart, her immense hatred spreading.

    “This world is very unfair.

    Some are born as emperors, controlling the fates of others, some are born in poverty, doomed to a life of failure!”

    “But today, I give you a fair chance, offer your soul, and from then on, be the blade in my hand, under the edge of my blade, you shall help me cut through all obstacles!”

    “Are you—willing?”

    Like the temptation of a demon, akin to the guidance of a Netherworld god, when this strange voice sounded again, Zhuo Junting’s whole body shuddered, her blood-red eyes bursting with an unprecedented madness.

    “I am willing, I am willing, as long as you gift me infinite strength, I will offer my soul, for generations to be the blade in your hands, even if it requires killing everyone in the world, I shall have no regrets, no grievances.” Zhuo Junting answered desperately, already fallen into madness.

    “Good!”

    “Heaven and Earth as a witness, Sun and Moon as testament, today by the name of the Undying Venerable, I grant you the Blood Soul Body, forever condemned to the Human World!”

    “Seal!”

    Within the Zhuo Family villa!

    Ye Xuan’s dignified and ancient voice seemed to traverse time and space, as in the void, a blood-colored ‘seal’ character suddenly surged into Zhuo Junting’s body.