Fairy, help me cultivate.

"I can't do this!"

The beast-like voice from the center of the hall spoke again.

Chen Yao focused his mind, made a hand seal, and slowly approached step by step.

The voice seemed unaware of him.

"This technique is too evil! I can't do this! I can't eat people! No! Not even ordinary people!"

"Hehehehe... Have you forgotten the pain of falling from your cultivation level? Have you forgotten that if you can no longer break through, you will die of old age?"

The voice suddenly became high-pitched, both shrill and alluring.

"No no no..."

"Hahaha, it's too late! Look up, look up and see!"

At this moment, Chen Yao had approached the center of the hall and could vaguely see a hunched figure. He was leaning forward with his body twisted, his upper body bare, and he was slowly twisting his neck, turning his face backward to look at the chandelier.

Chen Yao also looked up.

The red candles on the hanging rack were no longer red candles, but twisted, severed hands.

What dripped down the branches of the hanging frame was not candle wax, but sticky blood and flesh paste.

"No... Ahhh—"

Blood and flesh fell onto the figure's face. The person covered their face in terror and pain, their whole body trembling, their spine broken.

Chen Yao stopped, utterly shocked.

"What a pity."

The broken spine healed again after absorbing the dripping blood and flesh, the voice regained its vitality, and the previous torment and pain were gone.

"Unfortunately, it's not fresh enough."

"It's okay, some fresh ones are coming over, look."

The hunched figure, like a shrimp, suddenly turned its upper body, making a "crack" sound like its spine was breaking, and looked at Chen Yao.

Chen Yao couldn't see his eyes, but she could sense his greedy and frenzied gaze.

The figure regarded Chen Yao as food delivered to its door.

……

……

Everything fell silent.

Jiang Bailin was somewhat puzzled as to whether he had actually entered the Black Gate.

Before me was still that spacious, empty hall.

The red candles on the ceiling of the hall flickered, creating a peaceful and serene atmosphere.

She turned around, but the doorway she had come from was gone.

"Yu Dingyi?"

no respond.

Jiang Bailin's silver hairpin spun around, protecting his entire body.

She wasn't worried about herself, but about Chen Yao, so she flew through the air and quickly searched for traces of the Black Gate.

No.

Not only was there no black door, but even the main door they had entered through together had disappeared.

Jiang Bailin is trapped.

The silver hairpin gleamed like flowing light as it struck the wall with a resounding crash.

The unexpected impact and the sensation of the attack were so bizarre that they made Jiang Bailin feel nauseous.

The silver hairpin flashed back into her hand, and Jiang Bailin's face became solemn and tense.

Tick ​​tock!

Under the red light, sticky, bright red blood dripped from the wall she struck.

Then, she wondered if her eyes were playing tricks on her.

The wall, dripping with bright red blood, seemed to convulse as if it had just been cut off.

"Senior! Senior, save me! Aaaaaah!"

From under the chandelier in the center of the hall came hurried and anxious voices, high-pitched and hysterical.

Jiang Bailin suddenly turned around and saw several indistinct figures there.

Several figures surrounded a figure in the middle whose posture was contorted and twitching.

"My Holy Sect's techniques are only for those with the right fate to obtain and cultivate. If you encounter problems while cultivating them, you can only blame your lack of fate."

A figure on the periphery spoke, the voice flat and indistinct, neither male nor female.

"No, no, the fact that I have summoned you seniors means that we are destined to meet!"

"You know us?"

Another figure questioned sharply.

"Yes, yes! Back in the Mingyang Sect, I was fortunate enough to see you... Ah!"

One person slightly raised their hand, and the head of the kneeling, twisted figure in the middle collapsed in half, and then slowly recovered in extreme pain.

Jiang Bailin frowned.

"I was wrong. I shouldn't have been disrespectful to my seniors."

"Hmm, what you said makes some sense. Since we've met, it must be fate. You've already mastered the Nine-Nine Reincarnation Technique; wouldn't it be a pity to collapse your body now?"

"Yes, yes, yes, you are absolutely right, senior!"

The figures kept kowtowing.

“I will show you a clear path.”

"What clear path?"

"Sever worldly ties and expose inner demons."

"Worldly ties? Inner demons?"

"Your family in this City Lord's Mansion is Chen Yuan, and what you fear in this City Lord's Mansion is your inner demons."

"Relatives?" The kneeling figure shrank back.

"Nine Falls?" The kneeling figure twisted in pain.

"You're reluctant? You're afraid?"

The kneeling figure cowered even more.

"Don't worry, now that we've given you guidance, we're bound to you by karma, so we might as well help you to the end."

The figures on the periphery all pointed at the figure in the middle, who screamed in agony as his flesh fell to the ground as cleanly as if his clothes had been torn off.

Jiang Bailin gasped.

The figures all turned their heads.

"Who's there!"

A bloody and ferocious killing intent pressed down like a wall.

……

As the figure lunged forward, Chen Yao still couldn't make out his features, but his sword was already drawn.

With a whooshing sound, the figure was sliced ​​in two and fell to the ground.

The hall fell silent again.

There was no blood.

Chen Yao looked at the two corpses and found that they had turned into red shadows, melting into the dark red candlelight and spreading out.

"Hahaha……"

Low laughter came from all directions.

Chen Yao raised his eyebrows and slashed at the chandelier with his sword.

The chandelier's branches twisted and turned to dodge, but failed, and fell like rain under the chilling sword energy.

The dim red candlelight brightened slightly, and in the shadows cast by the chandelier, the figure slowly materialized.

The scene from when Chen Yao first entered was reenacted.

Is this a commemorative photo?

Not a real person?

Chen Yao walked over, swung his sword, and his figure split in two like ripples on water, then rippled and merged back into one.

It was indeed a shadow.

But where did Jiang Bailin go?

Chapter 151 Wandering Souls

Jiang Bailin is trapped.

She was also facing a photo opportunity.

She roughly understood this after she died once and woke up again.

She hid in a corner of the hall wall, trying her best not to make a sound, her eyes filled with fear as she watched the scenes repeating themselves under the chandelier.

But these recurring scenes seemed alive, and capable of causing her "harm."

She didn't know who these figures were, but their abilities were simply unbelievable.