Chapter 137: I Came for You

If anyone else were still trapped in the massive pit at this moment, they would have seen a dark blue-black face suddenly appear on Saul’s face, like a mask.

The mask quickly stretched and elongated, turning into a black thin stream that shot into the dark depths underground.

The tail of the stream remained connected to Saul’s facial features. As the stream sped away, it became finer and finer, yet it never snapped.

Saul, hidden deep within his consciousness, looked at this unbroken connection with a grave expression.

“It seems that taking back control of my body won’t be so easy after all.”

Having suppressed the Wraith’s main consciousness several times, Saul’s own spirit began to grow weary.

Even though Saul could absorb the Wraith’s energy using Soul Resin, and despite the body having a natural compatibility with Saul’s soul, this battle for survival was not going to be easy.

In fact, it could be said to be incredibly difficult.

Just as Saul once again realized the grim odds of his gamble, the black thin stream that had flown into the dark pit finally returned.

It rapidly shrank, and its tip appeared before Saul’s eyes.

The originally dark-blue ghost face split in two, forming two identical human faces.

The mouths of these faces opened wide, each biting down on a person.

It was Bill and Wright, who were running away.

At this moment, both of them were in a miserable state.

Wright had been bitten on his calf, and was dragged back across the ground, leaving a long trail of blood mixed with dirt.

Ice crystals had already formed on the wound and extended in both directions.

Bill fared worse.

For some unknown reason, he had been bitten by the ghost face on his throat. The ice had already spread to his chin, freezing him and turning his face a dark blue.

He struggled to tear at the ghost face, but he could not touch the Wraith at all, so he desperately tried to scrape off the ice from around his neck.

But every time he scraped off a bit of ice, more ice crystals would form.

When the ghost face finally dragged him in front of Saul, Bill, once strong and arrogant, was now on the verge of death.

Finally, the ghost face released the two and returned to Saul’s body.

The Wraith twisted its neck a few times, adjusting to the human form.

It crouched down, one hand pressing against Bill’s face.

Bill, who knew exactly what was coming, finally showed a desperate expression.

His mouth and nose were covered by the Wraith’s hand, making muffled noises as if trying to say something.

Unfortunately, the Wraith had no intention of communicating.

At that moment, Saul suddenly took control of the body again.

He looked at Bill, who was beneath his palm, and asked in a low voice, “When we were underground, the Wraith hadn’t caught up to us yet. Why did you lead me to the left passage? Why did you sacrifice me?”

Bill’s pupils contracted like needle tips, staring at Saul in disbelief.

Wright, who was nearby, also heard Saul’s question, and the slightly movable Wright suddenly sat up.

“Y-You… are Saul?” Wright’s voice was filled with shock and a hint of joy.

But Saul did not respond to Wright. He simply asked again, “Why?”

Bill’s eyes began to flicker. He moved his mouth as if trying to explain.

But Saul fixed his gaze on Bill’s eyes, suddenly letting out a laugh. “It seems you don’t plan to tell the truth.”

As soon as the words left Saul’s mouth, Bill watched in shock as the expression in front of him abruptly changed. The smile twisted into something monstrous.

Bill’s eyes widened, and it was as if he suddenly understood something, but he had no time to say anything.

The Wraith ripped his soul out.

Bill’s soul wasn’t as solid or clear as Herman’s, but it still struggled.

He was unwilling. It had been nothing more than a test journey, but now it had become his end.

Bill tried to escape, abandoning his own body.

Since Saul could control an Wraith, why couldn’t he?

Unfortunately, Bill, who had no deep understanding of soul studies, failed to realize that simply trying to escape would only drain his fragile soul.

Wright, watching from the side, saw Bill being swallowed by the Wraith’s body.

In extreme fear, Wright was briefly able to calm down.

“This Wraith can’t possibly be Saul. Even if he became an Wraith, there’s no way he could be this strong right away.”

“After Saul was consumed, his consciousness didn’t immediately dissipate. How did he manage to hang on until now? How did he do it?”

Unfortunately, although Wright was skilled in earth-based magic, which had buried many people, he had never dealt with soul entities.

His low-tier spells designed to strike Wraiths were ineffective against the enemy before him.

As the Wraith was about to devour Bill’s soul, Wright quickly began to recall, “If Saul can do it, there’s no reason I can’t. Saul is still weak; he must have exploited some loophole! The danger comes from the unknown… Wright, think…”

“That’s right, this is Hanging Hands Valley. The Wraith is known as Lord Morden. I remember seeing this name in the intelligence about Hanging Hands Valley. He is… he is…”

As Wright was about to have a sudden realization, the Wraith let out a long breath and discarded Bill’s corpse.

But after dealing with Bill, the Wraith did not immediately focus on Wright.

Instead, it stood there, a crazy expression appearing on its face for the first time, as if it was thinking.

The Wraith had always been aware that it had become so strong because it had continued to devour other Wraiths, vengeful spirits, and even soul fragments underground.

This had caused its consciousness to become disordered, sometimes lucid, sometimes mad.

But since it accidentally occupied this boy’s body, its consciousness had gradually restored, and rationality was starting to take over.

However, during this short time, it had experienced multiple breaks in its consciousness.

This was absolutely abnormal.

The Wraith slowly curled its lips. Since it had discovered it, then the problem was no longer a problem.

“Has it been a result of devouring too many souls in a short time? Hmph, restless ones.”

Upon hearing these words, Saul, hidden in the consciousness, smirked, then directly withdrew his consciousness and settled back onto his diary.

For now, he left the body to those confused consciousnesses.

The Wraith slowly turned to Wright.

Wright, who had not yet remembered anything related to Morden, tried to retreat, but one of his legs was firmly grasped, and he could no longer move. His mental and magical energies were exhausted, and none of the items he had left could cause harm to the Wraith.

“Ugh… next life, I’ll definitely study harder…”

The Wraith glanced at the already desperate man and sneered.

“Since there are too many souls, I’ll just kill you. I’ll do you a favor.”

The Wraith raised its hand, ice crystals forming at its fingertips.

At that moment…

“Lord Morden!”

It wasn’t the voice of the head monsters.

The Wraith looked up and saw a figure suddenly appear behind Wright.

This person was familiar to him; he had appeared during the soul storm underground.

However, after reaching the surface, he had disappeared without a trace.

“Byron!” Wright, who had been waiting for death, suddenly heard the familiar voice from behind him.

But when he turned to look, he realized that it was just Byron’s projection.

He quickly looked down and saw that the blue communication device in his hand was glowing.

“Byron, he is… when did he…”

The Wraith stepped forward, kicking Wright down and naturally stepping on him.

“Are you here to save him?”

Byron slowly shook his head. “Actually, Lord Morden, I came for you.”

(End of Chapter)

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