Chapter 1849: Chapter 1846: Hell Netherfire (Part 1)

Lin Tian was startled, and with a swift movement, he was by her side, pulling her up at once. But it was too late; Mu Binglan had bitten so hard that Qiao Xiaoyi’s wrist was broken, blood flowing from the wound, dripping onto the ground, and into Mu Binglan’s mouth.

"Sister Lan, spit it out quickly," Xiao Manxuan shouted in a hurry.

But Mu Binglan not only didn’t spit it out, she swallowed the blood directly.

Lin Tian frowned and said, "Why bother?"

Mu Binglan’s gaze was calm, as if she were doing something very simple: "Now I’m infected too, you can never drive me away. I said, I would stay by Xiaoyi’s side."

"You might die," Lin Tian released her. As things stood, scolding her was useless, he could only say Mu Binglan was even more strong-willed than he had imagined.

"When Xiaoyi saved me back then, he also knew he might die, but he did it without hesitation. This is what I should do. Last time he protected me, this time, it’s my turn to protect him." Mu Binglan smiled broadly, a smile that belonged to Qiao Xiaoyi.

Xiao Manxuan was moved to tears. Perhaps, women understood women best. But now it was irreparable, back then Qiao Xiaoyi was just bitten and got infected, now Mu Binglan had directly swallowed the blood, even more irrevocable.

"I’ll find the old man, even if I have to kidnap him, I need to buy time." Lin Tian gritted his teeth and pulled Xiao Manxuan away.

As they reached the outside of the corridor, Xiao Manxuan asked, "What about Sister Lan?"

"She can’t get out. The Nine Heavens Eight Diagrams Demon Sealing Array can identify infected people, now all we can do to help them is to get Old Zhang to buy more time. At worst, we’ll kidnap the old man." Lin Tian said roguishly.

By the time he came out, the hospital building was almost empty, Thunder Wolf and the others were very efficient.

Zhang Heyuan was still outside the building. As soon as he saw Lin Tian come out, he said, "You brat want to kidnap me, come, come, let’s see who kidnaps who, such unruly behavior."

"Once a teacher, always a father. If you end up with Lingyu, I’ll be your father-in-law, and if you dare kidnap your future father-in-law, you’ll be struck by lightning." The old man looked very angry.

The old man’s ramblings left Lin Tian with a black line on his face, covering his forehead speechlessly for a while before he recovered, feeling quite displeased: "Old Zhang, you are monitoring me."

"I was monitoring the whole building, but I didn’t expect to hear what you were up to. However, I must tell you, delay is impossible, unless you can delay the full blood moon." The old man pointed at the moon in the sky, his beard curled up as he spoke.

At this moment, the lunar eclipse was more than halfway through, two-thirds crimson, with only one-third still moon-white, indicating that there was indeed not much time left.

Just as several people were looking up at the moon, a ray of red light shot out from the moon, flashing as it entered the Jinghua University campus. Lin Tian and the old man both changed their expressions, but before they could say anything, the ground suddenly trembled, followed by a chilling bloodthirsty aura sweeping across.

"Done for..." Zhang Heyuan blurted out two words, but before he could finish, a ghostly wail arose from inside the building, with the Blood Evil aura continuously crashing against the Demon Sealing Barrier.

The barrier shook violently, and with a slight snapping sound, the talisman paper at the top split into pieces, then ignited, turning to ashes in a moment. Without the suppression of the talisman paper, the barrier emitted creaking sounds, like a small boat in wind and waves, unable to withstand the burden, seemingly ready to shatter and sink at any moment.

"Damn it, trying to kill this old man with exhaustion?" Zhang Heyuan cursed, but he couldn’t help but jump out, stepping the Dipper Tread on the ground again while pulling out eight talisman papers, scattering them into the air.

"Qian, Kun, Zhen, Gen, Kan, Li, Xun, Dui, Eight Directions, Nine Spirits, Suppression!"

The old man chanted, and the eight talisman papers flew to the eight positions of the building, eight beams of different colored lights instantly appearing, suppressed like stabilizers, holding the eight directions.

The barrier, seemingly on the verge of breaking, stabilized a little, but the Blood Evil was still endlessly pounding the barrier.

"Exhausted me, such an old age and still have to work, such a hard life..." After a round of spellcasting, the old man complained endlessly.

But as he spoke, the old man’s expression turned cold, turning to look in the direction of the pool, his gaze heavy. Lin Tian felt the same, sensing a peculiar fluctuation, not from the building, but from the pool, the aura within the fluctuation strangely familiar.

Xiao Manxuan noticed their unusual expressions, confusion on her face, unable to see anything.

The water in the pool began to churn, bubbling up, followed by a black halo appearing, the halo within dark and deep, like an endless abyss.

"Such a strong energy fluctuation, but I, the Sword Spirit, really hate this energy," the Sword Spirit shouted in Lin Tian’s mind.

Lin Tian had no time for it at the moment, only seeing the black hole tremble, a wisp of black gas emerged, and when the black gas dispersed, a dozen or so "people" were already standing by the pool.

Each "person" was dressed in suits and ties, but all were expressionless, eerily pale like corpses.

"Netherworld, Ghost Messengers!" Lin Tian gritted his teeth, spitting out four words, while his face turned icily cold.

These corpse-like "people" were precisely the Ghost Messengers of the Netherworld, and Lin Tian had just sensed the aura, which was the aura from the Netherworld.

"Lin Tian, what Ghost Messengers are you talking about?" Xiao Manxuan looked around, seeing nothing, and couldn’t remember ever being soul-seized to the Netherworld.

She was of physical eye, naturally unable to see the Ghost Messengers, but Lin Tian’s zombie eye could penetrate ghosts, with no Ghost Messenger or yin soul able to escape his sight.

"Lin Tian, although I don’t know how you can see them, please calm down, the Netherworld is not something you alone can confront, besides, the past is over, why stir up trouble again?" The old man held Lin Tian, advising him cautiously, for he knew the vendetta between Lin Tian and the Netherworld.

Lin Tian turned around, coldly looking at the old man: "From what you said, you already knew the Netherworld sent Ghost Messengers up here. What are they here for, another soul seizing?"

"Rest assured, it’s not the soul of the Xiao Family girl," the old man explained, while Xiao Manxuan beside them listened, mystified, thinking what were these two talking to the air about? What did soul seizing mean?

Zhang Heyuan patted Lin Tian, signaling him to calm down before walking towards the Ghost Messengers, and in a rare serious tone, said, "Lord Wuchang, wasn’t it agreed that you wouldn’t interfere in this matter, and it would be handled by our Zhang Family?"

The old man addressed the leading "person," this Ghost Messenger’s height a full two heads taller than the others, and his face was unusually not pale but black, like a person who had been tanned.

"Zhang Family? Hmph." Black Impermanence snorted coldly with disdain: "If the Zhang Family could handle it, it wouldn’t be dragging on. If we hadn’t shown up, would you have waited for the Blood Evil to fully erupt? This matter, your Zhang Family needn’t interfere anymore."