Journey to the End of the Night
Chapter 48 - 48 48 Who Isn't a 200-pound Cutie

48: Chapter 48: Who Isn’t a 200-pound Cutie 48: Chapter 48: Who Isn’t a 200-pound Cutie As he spoke, he had already begun absorbing Spiritual Power in his hands, and the pitch-black lines on the blue talisman paper started to surge wildly.

“ROAR!!!” A tiger’s roar, shocking to the depths of people’s souls, echoed.

Mermaids in the lake could not withstand this terrifying sound and hurriedly hid in the depths of the lake.

Under the force of the invisible roar, the calm lake surface stirred up ripples.

Everyone had already held their breath, including the two disciples of the Tianxi Sword Sect.

Even though they knew the Heroic Spirit Ghost Tiger wasn’t targeting them, a cold sweat still broke out on their spines.

Baili An’s gaze was cautious and dangerous as a gigantic White Tiger, five meters long, condensed from the black lines.

The body of the White Tiger was covered in vivid black lines, dark as ink like a curse, outlining its massive ghostly figure.

Its eyes were also pitch black, devoid of pupils, thus appearing merciless.

Under the command of Young Master Meng, the menacing aura targeted solely at Baili An!

The cold corpse demon’s body wrapped in that fierce aura appeared even colder!

Had it been an ordinary person, they would have been frightened to death under the terrifying prowess of this aura!

Baili An pinched the palm of his hand, which was without cold sweat.

Although corpse demons lack body temperature and can’t sweat, naturally not having palm sweat to display his inner nervousness.

But Baili An strangely found that as his gaze met the pitch-black eyes of the Heroic Spirit Ghost Tiger, it was incredibly calm and even felt oddly affectionate.

The Heroic Spirit Ghost Tiger did not notice Baili An’s eyes gradually softening and relaxing.

Its tiger eyes radiated mercilessness, as if it had lost all reason.

Beneath its four paws, the energy exploded, stirring up streams of bloody air, fiercely pouncing towards Baili An.

The little deer trembled, curling up at Baili An’s feet, but refused to leave no matter what.

Yang Zhao and Wen Kang both revealed knowing smiles, glancing around as if searching for something.

Thus, they did not notice that Baili An had naturally raised his hand, fingers rapidly forming seals.

The seal technique was intricate yet swiftly took shape, even Baili An himself looked surprisingly astonished.

He didn’t know what the seal technique under his fingers was, but it flowed as naturally as when he was in his cultivation state.

After tracing the final stroke with his fingers, his palm, holding the seal technique, lightly pressed down on the forehead of the Heroic Spirit Ghost Tiger.

The roar of the tiger abruptly stopped.

Dark, sinister eyes quickly revealed a pair of crimson beastly pupils, the huge pupils shifting from confusion to clarity, and then from clarity to affection.

The heavy tiger paws thudded twice before halting right in front of Baili An.

Under the gaze of everyone struck with shock above their heads, the Heroic Spirit Ghost Tiger once again opened its massive maw.

Yang Zhao and Wen Kang, who had just held their breath, were about to relax when from the legendary awe-inspiring Heroic Spirit Ghost Tiger’s mouth burst a roar capable of shattering hearts.

“Meow~~~”

The corners of their mouths under the masks suddenly twitched stiff!

Young Master Meng’s hand trembled slightly, almost causing the blue Spirit Talisman to fly out of his hand.

Everyone was struck dumb!

Meow?

Had they heard wrong?!!!

The mighty Heroic Spirit Ghost Tiger of the Central Netherworld Dynasty, the Yin Tiger, who could swallow hundreds of Fierce Ghosts without batting an eye, what were you howling just now?

Meow?!!

Were you, the mighty Heroic Spirit Ghost Tiger, acting coquettish to someone?!!!

What blinded your majestic eyes and heart, making you think you were a cute cat?!!!

Lin Guiyuan’s admiration deepened, his long spear reverting to the Golden Vine, as he silently tied up his disheveled hair.

Then, someone timidly reached out and asked, “Young Master Meng, are you sure the tiger you enlisted is from the Netherworld Absolute Prison?”

Tears welled up in Young Master Meng’s eyes, and he exploded with an impolite curse, “When I enlisted it, I was absolutely, ten thousand percent sure, but now…

I’m damned if I know!”

What a disgrace, Mr.

Yin Tiger, please come back.

Please.

He silently muttered a Summoning Technique.

To no avail.

The colossal and imposing ghost prison Yin Tiger clamped its legs like a delicate young lady.

It scurried in three steps as two toward Baili An and started rubbing its massive, round head against Baili An’s belly.

Acting like a sycophantic dog after pretending to be a cat, tail wagging pitifully begging for hugs and kisses.

Young Master Meng felt a reversed shock surge through his throat, the taste of blood churning, his body unsteady, vision darkening.

Surely, he must’ve opened the Ghost Talisman wrong…

Baili An touched the frosty tiger’s head, casting his eyes down at his right hand which had just made the seal, feeling momentary emotion.

Tears nearly burst from Young Master Meng’s eyes; he had raised this Heroic Spirit Ghost Tiger for a full 150 years, feeding it well every day, even feeding it with his own Essence Blood.

Now, after all that feeding, it felt like feeding a meat bun to a dog — never to return!

Grinding his teeth fiercely, he forced down the reversed blood in his mouth!

He increased the intensity of the Summoning decision, Spiritual Power crazily surged from his palms.

That pleasant spring breeze-smile had long been lost, he gritted his teeth and said, “Yin Spirit Return Talisman!”

“Pfft…”

In response was a muffled, heavy fart, a stench unparalleled, as a blast of Yin Fire erupted, landing on Young Master Meng’s hands, instantly turning his precious blue talisman paper to ashes.

However, it seemed somewhat conscientious, perhaps remembering this person had been its poop-scooper for 150 years.

The Yin Fire sprayed from an indescribable part of its body, merely burned that one blue talisman paper, and didn’t harm him at all.

But it didn’t know, this action had deeply wounded Young Master Meng’s heart.

Normally unflappable, Young Master Meng’s body violently shook, his arm reaching out toward the nearest person, his eyes vacant, “Someone, help me up.”

Someone quickly sturdily supported him, deeply concerned, asking, “Young Master Meng, are you alright?”

Of course, this person cleverly avoided his fart-smelling hand, holding his arm instead.

Young Master Meng watched the tail-wagging, grinning, squinty-eyed Heroic Spirit Ghost Tiger, which looked just like a 200-pound fat cat, and his heart ached.

Baili An hadn’t expected things to develop this far either.

He felt he might have a special constitution, naturally very attractive to these animal spirits.

Just like the little deer.

Just like the Lin Yuan mermaids.

And now, even this Mr.

Yin Tiger…

likewise.

But he didn’t know why, this scene felt somewhat familiar.

Could it be that he had raised little ghost pets in his previous life?

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