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Chapter 903 This sword spirit has skills?

The sword spirit that possessed the corpse of the second god was truly frightened by Zhang Ye. It's no wonder, as even Fang Wuwei himself felt a chill in his heart at that sight.

Just before Zhang Ye was about to scream in alarm and lure Ikezumi and the others upstairs, Fang Wuwei suddenly plunged his longsword into the floor. With his intervention, the eerie swamp that had been spreading around suddenly contracted, and the spirit of the sword, which was the corpse of the Second God, was instantly grasped, wrapped, and bound by countless dark ghostly hands, finally sinking into the depths of the churning swamp and disappearing without a trace.

"Good evening... good evening, Camphor Leaf..."

Looking at Zhang Ye, who was sprawled on the ground with a terrified expression, Fang Wuwei gave a dry laugh. He hadn't expected Zhang Ye to come up at this time, but judging from her clothes and still slightly wet hair, Fang Wuwei could roughly guess what had happened.

Having learned her lesson from yesterday, Zhangye had Ikeuchi Maki take her home before taking a bath to get her change of clothes and pajamas. She wouldn't be teased about wearing her boyfriend's shirts anymore. The pajamas she was wearing now were the ones she usually wore, which she had just changed into.

Zhang Ye sat slumped on the ground, trembling slightly, until Fang Wuwei called out to her. Her eyes lit up, and she snapped back to reality, staring blankly at Fang Wuwei.

In her eyes, all she saw was chaos. Thick, blood-red fog floated in the dark swamp, and the incomplete, twisted spirit of the sword stood quietly in the center, its head tilted. Its face, made of rotten flesh, had no features, but it emitted a piercing gaze that went straight to her bone marrow, freezing her to the bone.

The terrifying illusion only came to an abrupt end and vanished as if nothing had happened when Fang Wuwei appeared before her.

"What...what was that just now?"

Zhangye's voice was still a little hesitant as she asked, her voice still shaken.

"The physical spirit of my sword, the same thing as Storm Slayer, is called the Two-Bear God Corpse. It just hasn't fully evolved yet, so it looks a bit scary... Are you alright? Why are you so frightened?"

“No…no…”

Zhang Ye breathed a long sigh of relief. Although the corpse of Erfu God looked terrifying, she wasn't that timid. After realizing that the thing wasn't a ghost and was harmless to her, especially after Fang Wuwei was still there, her heart gradually calmed down. But strangely, her body seemed to be out of control and wouldn't obey her commands. She tried to stand up, but her limbs were weak and powerless, and she could only tremble slightly in place.

It was too embarrassing to be paralyzed on the ground by a sword spirit. She kept trying to stand up, but she just couldn't. She was at a loss.

"Eh... that's... weird..."

"Okay..."

Fang Wuwei chuckled softly, bent down and steadily lifted her up, pulling her into his arms. Zhang Ye was lifted up lightly in his princess carry, and her cheeks immediately flushed slightly.

"Won't you have nightmares tonight?"

"No...it can't be..."

It seems he probably has... Erfu was really scared by Zhangye.

Lying in Fang Wuwei's arms, Zhang Ye's face was flushed. Thinking about how pathetic she had looked just now, she felt even more ashamed and embarrassed.

But why am I so scared...? Even though I look terrifying, it shouldn't be this bad... Waaah...

Zhang Ye felt very embarrassed, but her body wouldn't obey her, so Fang Wuwei could only carry her downstairs step by step.

"Hey, Kong Hong, what... why did you come down carrying camphor leaves?"

"Are you in charge?"

When he saw Fang Wuwei come down, Yongtai wanted to greet him, but his face immediately darkened when he saw the little guy in his arms.

Fang Wuwei chuckled and retorted, then walked straight to the sofa and sat down. He didn't let go of Zhang Ye, but instead wrapped his arms around her legs and let her sit down with him.

While Fang Wuwei was studying divine magic with the world consciousness in the divine realm, Yuta and the others below were having a great time. After a short period of work, Dansheng Valley and the others felt a bit bored, so they put down their work and started playing and partying.

They didn't intend to waste their precious weekend on work. Writing the Bible was something that couldn't be rushed; it depended on inspiration. So even the shadow clone left behind by Fang Wuwei said there was no rush. It could be conceived slowly during the school year, so it didn't care and simply exploded and dissipated without interfering.

When Fang Wuwei came down, the group of people were gathered in front of the TV playing a game called "All-Star Brawl," where Maki Ikeuchi was crushing everyone else.

Dansheng Valley had just been hit and was already in a red-hot state. She couldn't stand that she had just revived and hadn't even landed before being hit by Ikeuchi Maki's ultimate smooth combo, which filled her hit value and sent her flying. Especially after being hit, she was also mocked by Dekomori next to her. She has now left the battlefield and is standing behind Dekomori. Every time she is hit, Dekomori adds a sentence like "You're not so great either" to mess with her mentality.

Over time, Tu Shou also became angry. He turned his head to curse, but what he saw was two huge treasures that could cover his eyes. He was already angry, but now he was even angrier. He slapped them. They were currently in a great fight until Fang Wuwei came down and stopped.

Arashiki also came out, which was rare for her. Since it was a party, and the opportunity was rare, Maki Ikeuchi thought about it and invited Arashiki to come out and play as well. Although she was just a sword spirit, Arashiki was incredibly active. There was a lot of snacks next to her, and she was wearing Maki Ikeuchi's comfortable casual clothes. The way she was playing games with the controller was exactly like a homebody.

"Hehehe, is it already this sweet right after we got here?"

"Zhangye was frightened by my sword spirit, so I have to comfort her."

As Fang Wuwei said this, he tightened his embrace. He was a whole size bigger than Zhang Ye, like a giant bolster, soft, warm, and cute. For Zhang Ye, he gave her an extremely strong sense of security, and her cold hands and feet finally began to relax. She was just a little embarrassed in front of others.

"Sword spirit?"

Upon hearing those two words, Storm Slayer immediately perked up. It was also a sword spirit, a rare kin to it. Maki Ikeuchi felt the same way, though she was frustrated because having a physical sword spirit was the only thing she could surpass Fang Wuwei in, and now Fang Wuwei had one too…

Holy crap, what kind of cheat code is this guy using? How is he improving so fast?

Fang Wuwei nodded and took out the Erfu Divine Corpse. In order to continuously condense the sword spirit, the Erfu Divine Corpse was always in Bankai state, with blood-red and black gas rolling out of it. It was the first time that Yongtai and the others had seen Fang Wuwei's sword in this state, and they came over with curiosity.

But none of them could see anything clearly. Only Lanqie, a fellow bladesman, saw through the blade and realized the true nature of the blade, but his face turned deathly pale in an instant.

In his eyes, the knife exuded a murderous aura, and there was a small world inside the blade, but it was all chaotic and dark, with countless vengeful spirits wailing inside. After staring at it for a while, darkness enveloped her eyes, and her body trembled uncontrollably, but she could no longer look away. Terrifying screams kept coming from her ears.

Even more terrifying is that in this chaotic and evil little world, there is a horrifying creature that is neither human nor ghost floating around, and a somewhat rotting human-faced snake wandering nearby, taking the level of horror to another level.

Even though that thing that barely resembled a human was just standing there, Lanqie felt a suffocating sense of oppression and fear.

This level of resentment...it's...so terrifying...This is definitely a demonic sword, a bloodthirsty demonic sword that feeds on living souls...such astonishing malevolent energy...

"...Lanlan!"

Maki Ikeuchi's exclamation broke through the gloom and reached Arashiki's ears, which brought him back to his senses. The darkness before his eyes suddenly dissipated, and what came into view was Maki Ikeuchi's worried face and Fang Wuwei's puzzled eyes.

When he came to his senses, Lanqie realized that he had collapsed to the ground, his whole body trembling uncontrollably, his face pale, and his eyes fixed on the corpse of Erfu.

"What happened? Did you see something?"

Just then, Fang Wuwei suddenly realized something was wrong. He had only shown his sword and hadn't released the corpse of Erfu Shen, because he was afraid of scaring Yuta and the others. But as a sword spirit, Lanqie must have seen more than Yuta and the others.

The obvious fear in Lanqie's eyes made Fang Wuwei realize that Erfu Shenshi, this physical sword spirit, was probably not just as simple as Lanqie in terms of physical combat ability.

Lanqie looked up at Fang Wuwei. The soaring murderous aura on the Erfu Divine Corpse Blade was definitely not something that could be achieved overnight... The influence of the blade's owner on the blade spirit is extremely significant. To some extent, the blade spirit is a microcosm of the blade owner. The Erfu Divine Corpse Blade's murderous aura and resentment are so terrifying, and it even feeds on living souls. Then the owner's resentment and murderous aura wouldn't be much worse...

How terrifying... This guy and this knife are both terrifying... With this level of malevolent aura, it wouldn't be surprising if they killed us all one day...

"You... how many people did you kill with this knife...?"

"......ah?"