My Husband's Ghost
Chapter 77 The Scramble

The ghostly figure of the fat man flying up in the air as well as directing his brightly glowing hand towards the golden-robed male crowd from the white dragon demon clan that surrounded him.

The punch of bright light pointed straight and exploded violently among the white dragon demon clans.

They seemed to be scattering away from the direction of the explosion coming from the shadow of the fat ghost.

The white dragon demon clans leaped high dodging the attacks of bright light that coiled around them ceaselessly.

The fat man raised both his hands upwards which gave off a fiery bright radiance and formed a circular formation like a cluster of stars.

A bright blue-colored sword appeared from behind the light emanating from the circle formation.

The fat ghost grabbed a long sword and had a fairly large weight and was made of thin steel that glittered when struck by the sunlight.

Swinging the sword in his hand was like a rotating movement that formed a circle-circle formation.

The white dragon demon clans were instantly stunned in shock at the sight before them.

A few people from the white dragon demon clan looked at each other when they saw the situation before them then asked each other.

"Is that the item we want?", asked a white dragon demon clan.

"That Yunlong sword belongs to the sky", said another man.

"Yunlong Jian must be obtained because it is an antidote for poison" continued the man of the white dragon clan.

"The antidote to the poison can be produced from the sword of Yunlong when the sword is used on certain movements, it is said that there are clues from the sword of Yunlong for its owner", continued the masked dragon man.

"True, that sword that the clan head wants should we immediately take it from the ghost" said the golden-robed man.

"But it seems like it takes manpower and time to snatch Yunlong's sword from the ghost's hand because the fat ghost is tough enough to be defeated by us" said the dragon-masked man.

"We attacked him from all directions and then we took Yunlong's sword from his hand before nightfall" another man said.

"Tonight will come the dragon moon because that's why the clan chief ordered us now to immediately take Yunlong Jian as the antidote for him" the white dragon demon clan man said.

"What if we fail?", asked the other man.

"We'll kill the fat ghost immediately without mercy" said a man wearing a pair of blindfolds.

Their average height was all the same, with an equally stocky and strong body. And all the white dragon demon clans wore golden robes patterned with black clouds.

Simultaneously the group of white dragon demon clans moved quickly to attack the fat ghost together.

"ATTACK !!!", they shouted in unison.

The white dragon demon clans jumped high towards the fat ghosts by aiming their swords simultaneously.

The fat ghost immediately moved quickly dodging the attacks of the white dragon demon clans by fending off the sword attacks belonging to the demon clan.

Looking from a distance Dimitri noticed everything in front of his eyes with a sharp look.

Mazonn was sitting nearby on a black cloud that was flying about lightly while enjoying a cup of red wine without regard to the circumstances that were unfolding in front of him.

The battle between the white dragon demon clan group with the fat ghost was quite fierce even looking balanced.

The power of the fat ghost was extremely formidable and powerful as he defended himself against the white dragon demon clans that surrounded him in a row.

The large Yunlong sword was able to bulldoze various attacks from the white dragon demon clan that surrounded it.

KLANG´S... KLANG´S... KLANG´S...

There was the sound of swords clashing against each other violently as the battle broke out in the ghost market.

The seizure of the item wanted by the white dragon demon clans gained a difficult resistance from the fat ghost desperately defending the item.

Dimitri glanced at Mazonn as he said to his best friend.

"How do you predict the battle there?" said Dimitri.

"Hmmm... Why are you asking that?", Mazonn asked Dimitri.

"Who is the winner?", Dimitri continued.

"Come on.", said Mazonn.

Dimitri was silent for a moment as he gazed back towards the fierce running battle of both camps between the fat ghosts and the white dragon demon clan group.

"You're really curious, Dimitri!?" said Mazonn.

Mazonn poured red wine into the silver cup as he turned it slowly and stared intently at the battle area.

"But I think the battle is unbalanced even barely fair to the fat ghost.", said Dimitri.

"The risk that a fat ghost has to deal with is because he chose his way of life" Mazonn said.

"I feel a little painful" Dimitri replied.

"Maybe." said Mazonn.

Mazonn breathed in the scent of red wine from the direction of the silver cup in his hand and downed it.

"Ahhh... !? We should wait for the end of this battle because it is not right if we interfere in the affairs of others.", Mazonn said casually.

"Well, I think it's also like that because I think this battle is quite balanced and even takes a long time for them to defeat each other" Dimitri said.

"I'm reluctant to actually see the riots in my area but the realm of life in the ghost market has been going on like this for a long time and it's not my job to secure this place" Mazonn said.

"Then why are we here?", asked Dimitri.

"Don't I explain that I'm looking for an antidote from the white dragon demon clan" Mazonn said.

"Right, it's just that I don't understand why you brought me here" Dimitri said.

"I saw from the glass sphere the movement of the clans some white dragon stealth groups infiltrating the valley of this canyon heading towards the ghost market" Mazonn replied.

"But the antidote is not present in the white dragon demon clans but rather in the fat ghost" Dimitri said.

"Well, right, it's just that I saw them eyeing Yunlong's sword from the hands of the fat ghost when the transaction happened just before the battle took place" Mazonn said.

"That means you deliberately went to this ghost market just to ascertain the purpose of the white dragon demon clans who infiltrated the Canyon valley" Dimitri said in surprise.

"Sometimes what we actually see is not something that actually happens but instead turns around and looks different" Mazonn said.

"You have predicted it from the beginning we came here" Dimitri said.

Dimitri sighed as he closed his eyes and turned to Mazonn.

"The substance is in the fat ghost and I only realized when I saw the purpose of the movement of the white dragon demon clan to this ghost market" Mazonn said.

"What do you mean is Yunlong's sword belongs to a fat ghost?", asked Dimitri.

"To be honest I don't know if Yunlong Jian is really the antidote to the plump ghost that the white dragon demon clans are looking for" Mazonn said.

"Interesting." said Dimitri.

Mazonn only smiled with a calm countenance while his long and pointed golden-toed hand was seen playing around agilely in a silver cup filled with red wine.

"How about we take it from the ghost immediately?" said Dimitri.

"Not now.", said Mazonn.

"When?", asked Dimitri in surprise.

"After the fat ghost is pressed, we will help him defeat the white dragon demon clans and arrest them all for illegal transactions" Mazonn replied.

"Why wait for him to be pushed!?" said Dimitri with a face bent in annoyance.

"Patience and just look!", said Mazonn.

"Whoops !? Boring...!?", muttered Dimitri.

"Please wait a minute" said Mazonn.

Dimitri turned his gaze towards the fiercely ongoing battle area from the direction where he was sitting on top of an worn-out wall near a rundown stall with no occupants.

Mazonn, sitting on a black cloud, floated beneath Dimitri.

"Take this!", said Mazonn.

Dimitri glanced at Mazonn below, giving him a cup of red wine from his hand, decorated with gold long hoofed fingers.

"I don't want to lose my consciousness and my common sense in the fight, it would be frustrating if I did it unconsciously" Dimitri said.

"Well, I won't force you", said Mazonn.

"Not that I intended to disappoint you but I just didn't want to lose my honor as a knight on the battlefield" Dimitri continued.

"It's up to you and I understand" Mazonn answered.

Mazonn straightened his drink from the silver cup in his hand, staring straight at it with sharp eyes.