My junior sister sees everyone as a heretical cultivator.

Chapter 167, "The Chronicle of Qingxi Town"!
"Look...did you see that?"

"This is the price!"

"That attack just now wasn't aimed at me! It was aimed at all of us!"

"But that thing looks down on you! It thinks you're trash, insects, and can be crushed with a flick of its wrist!"

"Do you think I wanted this? Do you think I wanted to be burned like this?!"

He pounded his chest violently, making dull thuds.

"I kindly led you out of your predicament, yet I have to suffer this pain for you!"

"But the key point of this matter is not how badly I was injured! Nor is it that I blocked that fatal blow!"

"The point is, I'm using my life, my pain, to teach you cowards a lesson!"

"Why am I like this! It's not because I'm stupid! It's because I know you guys are unreliable! I know you'll all die!"

"I, Dong Changsheng, am suffering for you!"

……

A card game in a haunted house.

"Ugh……"

The scholar sighed in frustration as he watched his character cards perish.

He subconsciously looked up, his gaze piercing through the light curtain and looking towards the lobby outside.

Countless twisted black shadows silently roamed between the pillars and walls, sending a chill down his spine.

However, this chill was quickly replaced by a feeling of relief.

Fortunately...

Fortunately, I acted decisively and latched onto this immortal's coattails!

Otherwise, I would also have to face those dangers outside...

I wonder... how are those people outside doing now?

"Don't worry about it," Lin Qingfeng pulled him back from his thoughts. "It's normal to die early on your first time playing."

Upon hearing this, the scholar immediately regained his composure, his face beaming with a smile again, and nodded repeatedly:

"What the immortal master says is true!"

"This Three X Kill Talisman game is truly mysterious and incredibly fun!"

"I...I will definitely have fun and study hard! Please teach me a few more moves, Immortal Master!"

……

On the other side, the team was completely unaware that they had lost one member due to the previous riot.

Dong Changsheng weakly waved his hand, staggered, and seemed about to collapse at any moment, which added to the tragic sense of his sacrifice.

"No need for further words... This is our duty... Quickly... Let's go, this place is not safe to linger..."

"I can just take some pills..."

That's why a person's quiet disappearance seems so insignificant.

Only the woman walking in front of the peddler seemed to vaguely sense that the faint body temperature and breathing behind her had disappeared.

She looked back in confusion, but there was nothing behind her.

"Strange... Where's that guy who was following behind me?"

But in this noisy environment, her doubts were quickly drowned out.

She dared not think any further and could only force herself to comfort herself: perhaps she had lost track of him and squeezed to the front to admire the demeanor of Master Dong.

After all, the immortal had just saved everyone's lives.

Finally, they arrived at the back hall.

The back hall was much smaller than the main hall, with an offering table placed in the center.

The table was empty except for an overturned bronze incense burner, the ash inside having long since hardened into lumps by the passage of time.

"Look! There seems to be something under the table!"

Everyone's hearts immediately jumped, and they cautiously gathered around.

Wang Xie squatted down, held his breath, and used his fingertips to lift a corner of the moldy tablecloth.

Beneath the tablecloth was not a bluestone floor, but an old book bound in some kind of unknown dark yellow animal hide.

The book cover is inscribed with the words "Qingxi Town Chronicle" in dried, blackened cinnabar.

With everyone's help, they took it out, blew away the dust from the cover, and turned to the first page.

The writing inside was done in a fine, delicate style, resembling the handwriting of a woman.

Turning the pages, a musty smell of decaying paper wafted out. The book contained mostly detailed accounts of the local customs, products, and anecdotes of a place called "Qingxi Town."

The group patiently turned the pages one by one until they reached the middle of the book, where a record was almost completely blackened by ink stains.

Beneath the smudged black ink, some delicate handwriting could be vaguely discerned, suggesting that the writer, in a moment of emotional excitement, had accidentally knocked over the inkstone while writing this passage.

"...Autumn of the thirty-seventh year of Xuanhe".

"The Shen family in the east of the city was wiped out overnight."

"The master of the house, Shen Gang, was a martial arts practitioner. His wife was gentle and virtuous, and his son was intelligent and clever... but they all died tragically."

"I followed the government officers inside to investigate, and found that the house was covered in blood and in complete disarray. The bodies of Mr. and Mrs. Shen and their son... were all headless."

"The government investigated for several months and visited all the neighbors, but to no avail. The case remained unsolved, and the people of Qingxi Town were filled with fear afterward."

"Rumors are spreading that the Shen residence... is filled with resentment, and the sound of weeping can often be heard at night..."

Everyone stared at this information, momentarily stunned.

"A...unsolved case?"

"So, the place we're in now is the haunted house where a family was wiped out a hundred years ago?!"

"An entire family wiped out! And it's an unsolved case with no head! No wonder this place is so eerie!"

"Oh no, oh no, was this done by that demon? Is that demon raising ghosts? Throwing us here to be fed to ghosts?!"

Those ordinary people were even more terrified when they heard this.

"A haunted house! We're trapped in a haunted house!"

"I don't want to die! I want to go home! My wife and children are waiting for me at home..."

"Celestial beings, you must save us!"

The woman with the child held her child tightly in her arms.

Meanwhile, Li Chunfeng in the group only focused on quickly drawing his sword, not daring to look around, for fear of seeing something he shouldn't.

At this moment of panic, Wang Xiedi, who was squatting at the front, was so engrossed in watching that he unconsciously leaned forward, his shoulder gently bumping into the disciple A next to him.

"what--!"

A piercing scream erupted in the back room!

Disciple A suddenly jumped up, fear making him lose his mind. Without thinking, he raised his wooden sword and slashed down at Wang Xiedi beside him!

Su Ling'er's brain went blank.

She watched helplessly as the wooden sword drew a sharp arc in the air, while Wang Xiedi simply turned sideways and flicked his wrist, striking disciple A's wrist.

The next second, disciple A's wooden sword flew out of his hand, and he fell straight backward, hitting the ground with the back of his head, foaming at the mouth, and passing out.

Wang Xiedi quickly stepped forward to check.

"No way? Senior brother! What are you doing? Don't try to slash me with your sword and end up falling to the ground yourself!!"

"Your attempt to stage an accident is way too obvious, isn't it?"

Su Ling'er stared blankly at the scene, a sense of absurdity and powerlessness washing over her.

What...what are you guys doing?!

The real ghost hasn't even shown itself yet, and you're already fighting amongst yourselves?!

Are you guys kidding me? This is a real haunted house, there really are ghosts here!
Can you be serious for once?!

As Wang Xie frantically pinched the philtrum, disciple A slowly woke up.

The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was Wang Xiedi's face, which was right in front of him. He crawled backward on his hands and feet.

"Don't touch me! Wang Xiedi! Stay away from me!"

"I'd rather be strangled to death by that blind brat than have my innocence ruined by you!"

"I've explained it eight hundred times, it's a misunderstanding! Why won't you believe me!"

Wang Xiedi was so aggrieved that he was about to cry.

He turned his head, hoping to gain a sliver of trust from Su Ling'er, only to find that his senior sister had also silently moved half a step to the side, creating a subtle yet clear distance between them.

Senior sister! Why are you looking at me like that?!
Wang Xiedi's heart sank to the bottom.

Tired, destroy it...

However, at this very moment...

Above the main hall beams, a figure dressed in white was hanging upside down silently.

A pale, swollen face was facing the crowd below, and she just quietly... quietly... watched each and every one of them.

(End of this chapter)