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The woman wore a beautiful white dress, her black hair gently curled at her chest, with loose strands cascading down her temples. Her face was as exquisite as a jade plate, with perfectly arched brows framing a pair of captivating autumn-like eyes, creating a stunning combination that sparkled with life. A faint, weary smile lingered at the corners of her mouth.
However, her skin was unnaturally pale, clearly not the complexion one would expect from an ordinary woman. Moreover, her figure seemed both real and ethereal, making it hard to discern her true form in the darkness.
Even in such a tense and fierce life-and-death struggle, Ding Ying remained the center of attention. All eyes were irresistibly drawn to her. Lin Lingsu was beautiful, but she exuded an otherworldly grace that made others hesitant to show any disrespect. In contrast, this woman radiated allure from head to toe, making every man curious about the perfect figure hidden beneath that white dress. If only they could hold her close and caress her freely, even immortals might be tempted to indulge.
Wei Ning recognized her.
Ding Ying, his ghostly wife.
Zhang Ye, known for his boisterous nature, couldn't help but tease Wei Ning even in such a critical situation: "My friend, I didn't know you were so honest! It turns out you've long had such a beauty hidden away. No wonder you never glance at other women—how could you?"
His gaze roamed over Ding Ying without restraint until he suddenly felt something stirring below.
Wei Ning found Zhang Ye's teasing both amusing and exasperating. How did Ding Ying end up under his umbrella? When did she come in? How had he been completely unaware?
Ding Ying's gaze shifted to Wei Ning as if he were the only person in the world.
All eyes were captivated by Ding Ying—except for one: Lin Lingsu.
From the moment Ding Ying appeared, Lin Lingsu had been fixated on her. Seeing the intimacy between Ding Ying and Wei Ning stirred a complex mix of emotions within her. At that moment, she heard the one word she least wanted to hear escape from Ding Ying's lips: "Husband."
Lin Lingsu was beautiful and intelligent, adored by many men who regarded her as a goddess among mortals at Dragon Tiger Mountain. Yet she was still a woman.
And as a woman, jealousy was inevitable.
Lin Lingsu's face looked even worse than before. If it weren't for the moonlight obscuring her features, she would truly appear quite tragic. However, at that moment, everyone's attention was focused on Ding Ying, and no one noticed her.
Wei Ning did.
Wei Ning wrapped an arm around Ding Ying's waist and shot a provocative glance at Lin Lingsu. Ding Ying was pleasantly surprised to see Wei Ning being so proactive for the first time. She glanced at the cold-faced Lin Lingsu and, in a bold move, kissed Wei Ning on the lips.
With a loud bang, Lin Lingsu raised her hand and fired a shot. Zhang Ye let out a scream, clutching his bleeding leg as he cursed, "Wretch! Damn you, Wretch!"
"What are you all standing there for? Get him! Capture Wei Ning alive!" After venting her frustration on Zhang Ye, Lin Lingsu began to rally her forces and direct the battle.
The disciples of Dragon Tiger Mountain seemed to awaken from their stupor and started to converge on Wei Ning.
Wei Ning pushed Ding Ying behind him and urged, "I'll hold them off; you take Brother Zhang and get out of here."
"No," Ding Ying stepped out from behind Wei Ning, her chest thrust forward as she faced the charging disciples of Dragon Tiger Mountain. "If you want to harm my husband, you'll have to get past me first."
The disciples of Dragon Tiger Mountain hesitated, reluctant to harm a woman. They all turned to Lin Lingsu for guidance. With a cold glare, Lin Lingsu commanded, "Anyone who stands in my way will die. Kill them!"
While beauty can be captivating, life is far more important. If Lin Lingsu accused them of favoring an enemy in front of Ning Suwen, they would be in serious trouble. At her command, the disciples of Dragon Tiger Mountain surged forward. Wei Ning used his umbrella to shield Ding Ying while fending off attackers and urging her to leave quickly. But Ding Ying was stubborn; it was already difficult for Wei Ning to fend off the enemies alone, and now he had to worry about protecting her as well. Panic began to rise within him as he took down several Dragon Tiger disciples but gradually found himself at a disadvantage.
The disciples of Dragon Tiger Mountain were invigorated by their numbers and surrounded Wei Ning tightly, determined to capture him alive for glory.
Lin Lingsu watched the battle intently from the periphery while Li Xin focused more on observing Lin Lingsu's expressions.
A sly smile crept across Li Xin's lips as if he had just thought of something intriguing.
Wei Ning's heart grew increasingly anxious. If he were alone, he could fight or flee as needed, but with Ding Ying by his side, he felt burdened. He couldn't unleash his full strength in battle, nor could he abandon Ding Ying and Zhang Ye in their time of need.
"Just go!" Wei Ning shouted, using the Red Umbrella to block several incoming Seven Star Swords. He pushed Ding Ying forcefully out of the fray. Why did she have to complicate things at this moment?
Suddenly, a strange sound escaped from Ding Ying's mouth, long and distant, echoing through the night sky. A disciple from Dragon Tiger Mountain stumbled as if tripped by an unseen force. Looking down, he saw a bloodied hand reaching up from the ground, gripping his right leg.
At that moment, an inexplicable chill seemed to press down from the darkness. At the end of the long street, countless restless spirits began to emerge from the ground, sorrowfully making their way toward the center of the street. There were hanged ghosts, water ghosts, and starving ghosts—each more terrifying than the last. Some appeared as boys with braided hair dressed in bright red robes, their eyes weeping while their mouths twisted into smiles filled with jagged teeth. Others looked like girls in red dresses with pale faces, approaching while shedding decayed flesh. Then there were white-clad female ghosts with long hair obscuring their faces, their lips red and their tongues long and crimson like blood…
Though the disciples of Dragon Tiger Mountain had experience in subduing demons and spirits, they had never witnessed such a terrifying parade of ghosts. Fear gripped them as they began to tremble and consider retreating.
Finally, Wei Ning felt a slight easing of pressure.
Ding Ying gazed at Wei Ning as if he were the only person in the world. Softly she said, "I don't care who you are; as long as I love you—whether you're human, ghost, demon, or enemy—I will leave everything behind to follow you. With you by my side, what is there that I cannot let go of?"
Lin Lingsu heard these words and felt as if they were directed at him. It was as though something had struck him in the chest, causing a sudden pain.
It turned out that on that day in Ghost Valley, when Ding Ying saw Wei Ning risking his life to shield Lin Lingsu with an umbrella, she had already been deeply moved by his genuine nature. In that moment, Ding Ying truly fell in love with Wei Ning. That night, she hid herself beneath Wei Ning's Red Umbrella; whether in Burning Corpse Forest or Yunmeng, she remained closely behind him. As long as Wei Ning held onto the Red Umbrella, Ding Ying would not leave his side.
It was only when Wei Ning faced Lin Lingsu's pursuit that Ding Ying resolutely stepped forward to assist him.
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