Chapter 72: Night Rain in Bashan, Departure (Part 2) Watching you and that little...

A giant dragon with red stripes and black scales, a fiery crimson flame atop its head, burning like an eternal lamp beneath the inky sky. The dragon's tail, like a crescent moon in the sky, suddenly swept across. Shadows lurking in the twilight fell to the ground.

Wailful cries like ghostly wails echoed everywhere, and countless shadows crept onto the shore like waves, unable to rise.

The ghostly Hu Sanniang stopped her arms from flailing wildly and tilted her head to look at the sudden behemoth.

Ye Qingzhan stood steady on the ground, her gaze fixed on the massive black dragon with flaming head, completely unaware that someone was still holding her waist.

Wen Gu, standing beside her, watched her land firmly before turning to look behind him. A hint of a smile played at the corners of her usually tightly pursed lips.

That smile, like a meteor streaking through the clouds, vanished by the time he regained consciousness, yet it had been clearly seen by those around him.

Ye Qingzhan glanced at him, then at the massive black dragon behind him, baffled: Wasn't this giant dragon supposed to be in Wen Gu's sea of consciousness? Why had it suddenly appeared here? Hadn't they always enjoyed fighting? If so, why was Wen Gu so pleased to see it? Moreover, the massive black dragon was clearly here to help them deal with these shadowy figures...

The escalating cries of pain and rage interrupted Ye Qingzhan's thoughts. Hu Sanniang, like a cheetah, leaped from the tree at them, all four limbs at once.

"Be careful!"

Ye Qingzhan grabbed Wen Gu's arm and backed away, but he remained motionless.

"It's okay." Wen Gu took her hand and stood shoulder to shoulder, watching the frantic Hu Sanniang lunge at them.

Hu Sanniang's eyes, normally devoid of emotion, now shone with a terrifying crimson, as if bathed in blood. Thousands of strands of hair scattered behind her were like vines with thorns, constantly flowing towards them as she moved.

The black hair formed a cage and tangled towards the two of them, but Wen Gu remained motionless, staying calmly in place, as if waiting for something.

Just as the vine-like black hair was about to pierce the two of them, Ye Qingzhan finally understood what he was waiting for - the curved tail of the black dragon circled the two of them. Between rises and falls, Ye Qingzhan found that she had stood on the top of the big black dragon's head, the flames behind her were as bright as candles, and the heat burned her back.

"It's so hot." Ye Qingzhan had nowhere to hide, like an ant on a hot pot, with nowhere to land, until someone came up from behind.

Wen Gu's chest pressed against her back, leaning over and asking in her ear: "Is it still hot?"

The person behind her was like ice and snow, pressing closer to her. Her back was no longer hot, but her heart felt like someone had set it on fire, burning all the way to her face. Amidst the beating of his heart like a drum, Ye Qingzhan calmly replied, "It's not hot anymore, not at all."

"If it's not hot, why is your face so red?" In the light of the fire, the girl's face, as pure as snow, was as dazzling as falling peach blossoms. Wen Gu couldn't help but expose her duplicity.

After saying that, Ye Qingzhan paid him some attention and turned his face away. "Who are you to take care of it?" Without waiting for him to speak, he turned his face back and said, "You should take care of this big black dragon first."

The heater in his arms was a little further away from him. Wen Gu frowned slightly and turned his gaze to the front. "He can."

"What can he do?" Ye Qingzhan didn't understand, and when he understood, he had already hugged the dragon's horns tightly.

The black dragon used its tail to roll the two of them over its head and flew away, not wanting to entangle with Hu Sanniang any more. She also understood what Wen Gu meant.

This dragon can - can run very fast! As he ran, he said, "Why would I, a mighty dragon from the East China Sea, bother with a female ghost? Besides, she was so pitiful when she was alive!"

The dragon soared at an extremely fast speed, leaving Hu Sanniang and the group of shadows far behind. It flew through the wind and clouds, and at one point it suddenly turned and circled over a lake.

The lake was calm under the gloomy sky, like a clear green mirror, reflecting their figures.

"The center of the lake is the deepest part of the female ghost's sea of consciousness, and it is also the place where we are most likely to find a way to escape from the sea of suffering."

"Sea of consciousness?" It turned out that this was not an illusion created by Hu Sanniang, but her own sea of consciousness. Ye Qingzhan woke as if from a dream and asked, "Aren't you the dragon who has been sealed in Wen Gu's sea of consciousness? How did you know so much? And how did you get out?"

The black dragon rolled its eyes upwards and twisted its long body twice, as if showing off, and said proudly, "I, Hei Batian, know everything. Although I'm sleeping in this brat's sea of consciousness, I can still see what's happening outside when I'm awake. That unreliable rag-and-bone immortal used his divine sense to protect the last wisp of the ghost girl's soul, but the ghost girl is trapped in his sea of consciousness, stuck in the past."

Hei Batian paused, then continued, "As for why I'm here, you have to ask yourself. What you did in this brat's sea of consciousness, I don't need to explain, this little black dragon, I'm ashamed."

Hei Batian's words made Ye Qingzhan's face burn even hotter. She thought of the chaotic area where waves and lava merged, of the ghosts surrounding her, and even more of that kiss on tiptoe...

"You don't have to say more—" Ye Qingzhan kicked its dragon horn with her toes, but the big-mouthed dragon seemed to have opened its chatterbox and chattered non-stop: "I turned into a lamp, watched you and that kid suck each other, and then I was brought out by you."

"You..." Ye Qingzhan pinched its dragon horn with both hands, as if to break it, and gritted her teeth and said, "Shut up."

She wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into, but Wen Gu beside her had a calm face, with a smile on his face.

"After coming out of this brat's sea of consciousness, I slept in the black air in his heart, fighting with them every day. Strangely enough, this kid's heart is really hard. It's cracked like that, but he's not dead yet..."

Hei Batian's voice suddenly became smaller, because there was a place that felt threatened.

Wen Gu's ice blade touched its silver-white dragon horn. "Shut up."

"Okay, okay, I'll shut up." Hei Batian's most proud treasure felt the threat of being chopped off and shrank back. "You always get upset when I talk about this. If you really died, I'd be so happy. You'd laugh to death!"

Ye Qingzhan listened to the two people's conversation, her eyes fixed on Wen Gu's face. She felt a little worried about how much he was hiding from her.

After listening to Hei Batian's explanation, Ye Qingzhan still had many questions, so he continued to ask: "What about the banished immortal? Why did he disappear?"

Hei Batian said honestly: "The sea of consciousness of humans and ghosts is different, but generally speaking, the deep sea of consciousness should be where the mind reflects itself. This little ghost has an unclean heart, so his sea of consciousness is very chaotic, and it is generally difficult to find the center of the sea of consciousness. But this female ghost is different, she hates clearly and loves openly. The deep sea of her consciousness is this lake. The immortal you mentioned may be at the bottom of this lake. After all, the female ghost loves and hates him, and wants to imprison him in the depths of her sea of consciousness."

"How did you know?" Ye Qingzhan asked.

Hei Batian shrugged his head. "I am a great dragon. My clan has been living in the mortal world for many years, wandering deep in the sea of consciousness of mortals to feed on their delusions. After I came out of that place, the first person I fed on was this female ghost. Her name is Hu Tangqing, and she is a couple with that talkative immortal." "

So that's how it is," Ye Qingzhan took a breath and whispered to Wen Gu, "What on earth did Li Zexian do to offend Sanniang that made Sanniang bury him at the bottom of the lake?"

Without waiting for Wen Gu to respond, the talkative black dragon rushed to say, "You will know when you go down. But--" Hei Batian dragged out his tone.

Ye Qingzhan quickly followed up his words and asked, "But what?"

"Before that, you..."

Before the Black Dragon could finish its words, it felt a weight on its tail. It turned its head and looked over, shocked, "How fast!" Ye Qingzhan followed his words and looked over—

Hu Sanniang was clinging to the dragon's tail, her limbs stretched out like a poisonous spider lurking in the shadows.

Ye Qingzhan couldn't help but startle, secretly marveling at Sanniang's speed in pursuit. He sighed, "Sanniang is exceptionally powerful here."

After retracting the ice blade, Wen Gu's gaze also fell on Hu Sanniang.

"Of course, this is her sea of consciousness. She has the final say. We outsiders, it's polite that we're not beaten to death by her."

Hei Batian twisted his huge head and continued, "Before you enter the lake, you must first find the key to the center of the lake."

"Key?"

Ye Qingzhan, always keeping an eye on Sanniang's actions, stared at her with her eyes fixed. Suddenly, the green object flashed through her mind. "Is it that one?"

She remembered that when the exiled immortal was at the gates of hell, it seemed that after restoring the hairpin, his memory returned. If her guess was correct, the key to the depths of the sea of consciousness, like the token that could untie the knot in the ghost's dream, was a treasure of immense importance to the living being.

"That's probably it," Hei Batian said calmly, turning his head. "Hold on to my dragon horn, you two, and hold on tight."

Before he'd finished speaking, he suddenly began to sway like thunder, his body lurching with a thunderbolt, attempting to throw Sanniang off his tail.

Ye Qingzhan clutched the dragon's horn tightly, fearing that Sanniang might be spared while he was thrown off first. Dizzy, she glanced at Wen Gu beside her and found him standing erect, unaffected by the dragon's tail swing, his gaze fixed forward.

Suddenly, Wen Gu, wielding an ice blade, leaped over the undulating dragon's body amidst the violent turbulence. His toes glided through layers of black scales, and he leaped from a sudden position, thrusting a sword through the air, aiming directly at Sanniang's forehead.

Was he going to kill Sanniang? Ye Qingzhan was horrified. Before he could even scream, he saw the silver-silver ice blade in Wen Gu's hand soften and light upon contact with Sanniang's hair, weaving through it like a wisp of silk. The blade lifted something from the top of her head.

The moment it was lifted, Ye Qingzhan, with his keen eyesight, finally saw it clearly.

It was the bamboo hairpin.

Wen Gu took it, and Sanniang let out a wail of pain. Then, using all four limbs, she lunged at him, biting and ripping.

Hei Batian howled at the bite, his dragon tail trembling even more. "Your grandfather's wicked boy, I'm always the one to take the blame for all your misdeeds!"

Sanniang's long black hair, like a waterfall, like icicles, hurled itself at Wen Gu, pursuing him frantically.

The Yin Sha within her body, seized its opportunity, gushing out like a madman, rushing towards Sanniang. Every light step Wen Gu took forward felt like a weight, like a drag of a thousand pounds.

Ye Qingzhan was looking at him from the dragon's head, and felt that every time Wen Gu took a step forward, his body dissipated a little.

Her heart sank, and she let go of the dragon's horn, and walked towards him with difficulty in the huge tremor, her body shaky.

But at this moment, she no longer cared about the danger of falling, and just wanted to hold Wen Gu, and rescue Sanniang with him, and ask everything buried in her heart.

Her skills were exhausted, and she could no longer form a barrier, but at this moment, she must stand shoulder to shoulder with Wen Gu.

In the shaking, Ye Qingzhan felt like a leaky boat, floating up and down, with difficulty walking and unable to reach the shore. In a trance, she saw the black fog scattered by Wen Gu gathered into a cage, lifting Sanniang and trapping her in mid-air.

Before her body dissipated into clouds and smoke, Wen Gu came to Ye Qingzhan's side and held her waist.

"Let's go."

The dragon entered the quiet lake, and flowers appeared in the center of the lake.