Chapter 132 Opportunity to Speak

Feng Ruoxing heard Ye Yang's message. His hands sank slightly, and two daggers slid from his sleeves. The blades were blocked by Feng Ruoxing's palms, concealing the light.

Shura Quick Swords.

Truly swords for killing.

Truly assassins’ swords.

In those brief seconds, the shadow outside the window unlatched it and carefully crawled inside, crouching low.

The peach wood sword suspended from the window trembled from the moment the figure entered the room, its tip tapping against the glass, emitting a series of ringing sounds.

Although the sound wasn't loud, it felt like steel needles stabbing Chen Xiaobao in the back. Each ring made Chen Xiaobao shriek, and before long, his voice was hoarse.

The shadow crawled in from the window amidst Chen Xiaobao's screams. As the shadow stopped moving, the peach wood sword hanging from the window snapped the red rope tied to it and fell, striking down along the window.

A red light on the sword flared several feet, slashing horizontally at the shadow’s legs. As the sword light landed, the opponent's left leg was severed at the knee.

The severed leg disintegrated into will-o'-the-wisps. A blaze ignited by the peach wood sword raced along the wound on the ghost's severed leg straight for its waist.

At that moment, the ghost raised its palm and slashed down on its own thigh, severing half of its left leg. Only then did it claw at the ground, struggling to crawl towards Chen Xiaobao.

As the sound of the ghost's fingers scratching on the ground approached Chen Xiaobao, Ye Yang pointed his sword at the floor.

Ye Yang could tell that the ghost was deliberately scaring Chen Xiaobao. He still feigned an attack with his sword.

Ghosts have no physical form. Even if a leg is severed, merely crawling with one's hands wouldn't make such a commotion.

The ghost chose this method to attract Ye Yang's attention.

Without hesitation, Ye Yang struck with his sword. The long sword burst through the door, severing the railing and handrail. Amidst the flying wood splinters, it shot several meters in an instant, piercing diagonally into the ghost's head.

As the phosphorescent fire that the ghost exploded into soared behind Chen Xiaobao, Ye Yang struck the back of Chen Xiaobao's neck with the flat of his sword.

The cold blade barely touched him before he fainted in fright on the spot.

At the same time, Feng Ruoxing split the twin swords in his hands, sending one sword behind him and the other through the wall beside him. It brushed past Ye Yang and embedded itself in the opposite wall.

Feng Ruoxing’s dagger trembled slightly in the wall, and a trickle of will-o'-the-wisps cascaded to the ground like flowing water.

Although Feng Ruoxing was separated from Ye Yang by a wall, he accurately killed the specter that pounced from behind him.

Feng Ruoxing paused his sword momentum for a moment before bursting through the door at the same time as Ye Yang. After the two figures leapt over the railing, Feng Ruoxing's daggers also followed their movements, flying out the door. By the time Feng Ruoxing landed, the two daggers had reappeared in his hands.

Feng Ruoxing crouched down and touched Chen Xiaobao's nose. "He's fine."

Ye Yang responded, "Watch him. I'll go back and take a look."

In a few minutes, Ye Yang returned to the living room. Chen Xiaobao had woken up and was sitting there silently, holding a cup of hot water that Feng Ruoxing had poured for him.

Ye Yang pulled out a chair and sat across from Chen Xiaobao. "You have one chance to speak."

Chen Xiaobao looked up. "What do you want me to say?"

Ye Yang didn't even glance at him. He stood up and started to leave. Chen Xiaobao quickly stood up. "Brother Ye, Uncle Ye…wait…I really don't know what to say!"

Ye Yang stopped. "Say whatever comes to mind."

Ye Yang knew that gentle persuasion wouldn't work on Chen Xiaobao. With someone like him, you could only use intense pressure until his mind collapsed. Only then would he reveal everything he knew.

Chen Xiaobao pleaded, "Brother Ye, sit down for a while. Let me think, okay?"

Ye Yang sat down. "Five minutes!"

Chen Xiaobao held the cup for two or three minutes before saying, "Brother Ye, actually, I didn't really mean to go against you when I was cursing you."

"I know I can't change anything. Other than being disgusting, it's meaningless. But I can't help it. Since I was little, no one has ever paid attention to me except for Xiaobei. If I don't act like this, no one will care about me even more."

"I don't have a family background, good looks, or good grades. I want to feel like I'm the center of attention..."

Ye Yang said in a low voice, "I don't want to hear nonsense."

Chen Xiaobao had no choice but to hold back his tears. "Actually, I can't see ghosts. I really can't."

"Xiaobei always tells me that she can see people outside the window. I don't want Xiaobei to think I'm different from her, so I can only go along with what she says. I want to make her believe that I'm the same kind of person as her."

"Later, I found out that having yin-yang eyes (being able to see ghosts) can attract the attention of classmates, so I told everyone that I had yin-yang eyes and could see ghosts."

"Some of them believed me, some didn't. Whenever someone didn't believe me, I would argue with them. Over time, I developed the habit of arguing a few words no matter what anyone said."

"But I really can't see anything!"