Everyday, the Demon Lord is Escaping His Marriage

Chapter 17

Chapter 17 : “Paling with shock, Hua Che stared at Chu Binghuan and asked, “You……agreed?””

Motionless, the skeleton became completely dazed.

A deathly silence fell, where one could even hear the drop of a pin.

Suddenly, Hua Che let out a laugh. “Is it so hard to believe? The most taboo thing to do in the cultivation world is to judge someone by their appearance. Although I look like this, it’s not necessarily real.”

The ghost cultivator was stunned. Only after a long time did he write out with his trembling skeletal hand: Spirit possession?

Hua Che’s smile deepened. “It seems like you understand.”

The ghost cultivator suddenly saw the light.

That’s right, it had to be like this!

How could a child who was merely sixteen years old be so shrewd? In addition, Hua Che didn’t feel the slightest fear while facing a ghost cultivator, so much that he was even smiling mischievously while leisurely chatting with him. Hua Che definitely couldn’t be a normal person.

Sure enough, this boy had a youth’s appearance, but an adult’s soul.

The ghost cultivator finally understood.

In this world, medical cultivators were the most precious, while ghost cultivators were most scarce. They had heavy Yin energy, bad luck, and were cruel and sinister. Always looking disgusting and reeking of blood, ghost cultivators were abhorred by all six realms.

The ghost realm was a world without justice, where its residents slaughtered each other all the time. But once they escaped outside, fellow ghost cultivators could be counted on one hand.

Thus, the skeleton nearly cried tears of joy. He finally experienced what it felt to have a teary reunion with someone from his hometown.

The skeleton was itching to have a long, intimate chat with Hua Che. He wished to share their mutual sorrows and complaints, and talk unceasingly for a good three days and three nights.

“To be honest, before death, I used to be a disciple of the Shang Qing Immortal Sect.” Looking out of the window in a daze, Hua Che forced a bitter smile and said, “From the Shang Qing Immortal Master everyone admired, to a ghost cultivator repelled by all of the six realms.”

The skeleton blanked out for a moment before lowering its skull.

Hua Che appeared as if he no longer wanted to talk about his hurtful past. Looking over at the skeleton, he asked, “What about you? What did you do before you died? Only cultivators are capable of turning into ghost cultivators after death, so whose sect were you from?”

The skeleton clenched his hand.

“Just now, when that long-nosed cultivator said he wanted to bring you back to the Shang Qing Immortal Sect so you could be sentenced publicly, you had been extremely afraid.”

Hua Che’s voice sounded very gentle, as soft as falling snow. “You killed Zuo Qi in a manner like that, do you hate him? Or……”

The skeleton wrote at lightning-speed: Shang Qing Immortal Sect. I hate Shang Qing Immortal Sect!　　

“What did Shang Qing Immortal Sect do to you?” Hua Che spoke in a soft voice, before he feigned incomprehension and said, “To be honest, you don’t need to repel them this much. After all, they’re the number one sect of the immortal way. If you have any grievances, don’t hesitate to complain! Even if your enemy is a prestigious Elder, the Sect Leader can still discipline them!”