Xiao Baitang watched Ye Jin stretch his hand towards his shoulder and said anxiously, "Don't move, you're going to touch him!"
Xiao Baitang grabbed several hidden weapons at once, but she didn't know how to attack. From the direction Xiao Baitang was looking, I could see that Ye Jin's palm was just blocking the trajectory of Xiao Baitang's hidden weapons. She could see the ghost behind Ye Jin, but she couldn't attack.
I was confident that I could strike with the sword without hurting Ye Jin, but I just couldn't see where the ghost was.
Xiao Baitang stamped her feet anxiously: "Brother Ye Jin, don't stretch your hand out, you are about to touch his face, his lips are about to touch your palm..."
Ye Jin was slightly startled and stopped his hand, but I suddenly drew my knife and stabbed directly in Ye Jin's direction. The knife light driven by the true energy was like a streak of silk, and it rushed forward several meters in an instant, passing through the gap between Ye Jin's two fingers, until half of the blade passed over Ye Jin's shoulder, and I stopped the knife.
A faint green phosphorous fire suddenly rose up behind Ye Jin, and another figure appeared among the colorful dancing phosphorous fire.
As the figure came into view clearly, I couldn't help but take a deep breath: "Death!"
grim Reaper!
My first reaction was that I saw the mythical god of death.
Ye Jin also took two steps back in horror after turning around.
The god of death is a true god. Not to mention a sorcerer, even an immortal who has descended to earth has to show him some respect.
Ye Jin and I hesitated for only a moment before re-gripping our weapons—he couldn't be the God of Death! Gods wouldn't come to the world so easily, not even their clones. The one in front of us was definitely not the God of Death.
But the Grim Reaper laughed at the moment when we were ready to go, "Don't be nervous, I'm just here to tell you that the game has already begun."
I frowned and asked, "What game?"
The Grim Reaper calmly sat in front of us and said, "Hundreds of years ago, I played a game with a Chinese fortune teller, and to this day, we still can't decide the winner. Simply put, this divine land is our playground."
I looked at the other person and said, "Does this place belong to both of you?"
"Yes!" The God of Death laughed, "The Fengling River outside belongs to that fortune teller, but the world inside the Fengling River... we two have the final say."
The God of Death said: "Only those who enter this divine domain and pass the preliminary selection are eligible to play games with me, or to play games with us."
I said solemnly, "What is the primary election?"
The Grim Reaper pointed his hand into the distance and said, "Only those who walk out of that inn are qualified to enter the game. According to that fortune teller, those who don't even have the courage to survive death are not qualified to participate in God's game at all."
I asked back, "If we don't leave the inn, we'll just have to wait to die, right?"
"Of course!" Death nodded. "Every once in a while, there are some outstanding warlocks who enter the divine realm, but more than 90% of them become rotten meat buried in the inn. They would rather be trapped in the inn and wait for death than come out to find a chance to live. Who can they blame?"
I looked at Death: "What game do you want to play?"
"It's a game of hunting and being hunted." Death said, "From the moment you walked out of the inn, you became prey to be hunted by our pets. Of course, our pets are not invincible, and there will always be some loopholes left for you. Find the loopholes and get rid of the pets, then you can see me or the warlock in person. Then, you can get what you want."
I looked at the Grim Reaper and said, "I don't think there is anything I want in the ghost realm."
Death shook a finger and said, "People always need something. For example, I can make you realize a wish, but that warlock can give you a chance to change your fate."
My pupils suddenly shrank involuntarily—a chance to change my fate? Isn't that just changing my fate? Is this really the secret place where Zhan Wuxiang buried the "True Interpretation of Wuxiang"
I remained calm and said, "You want us to play games with you in this dark place?"
The god of death smiled and said, "Since I have given you the opportunity to play the game, I will certainly grant you light as well."
As the god of death spoke, he raised his hand and pointed to the sky. A beam of light shot up from the palm of his hand and the ghost world began to gradually regain light with us as the center. Although the sun was still invisible in the entire ghost world, everything else had become clearly visible.
I subconsciously looked up at the sky, and when I turned to look at the Grim Reaper, he had already disappeared into thin air.
Ye Jin stood up and looked around for a while before turning around and asking, "Zhaozi, can you trust what the skeleton said?"
"It's unbelievable!" I shook my head. "He is definitely not the god of death. There are still things in this ghostland that we don't know about."
I turned around and looked around: "There is a clock tower over there, let's go up and take a look."
The clock tower in the center of the city is the tallest building I can find. Standing on the clock tower, you can overlook the entire city from far away. From there, we can at least see the movements of the Xuan Jing Division and the Hell Gate.
Not long after we climbed up the bell tower, we saw through the telescope that Duan Yunfei and the Hell Gate masters broke out of the window on the second floor of the inn, holding weapons and looking up at the upstairs of the inn.
Ye Jin whispered, "There's one person missing from the Hell Gate. He's probably trapped inside."
As soon as Ye Jin finished speaking, I saw a dark well mouth suddenly appear under the feet of a warlock at the Hell Gate. The octagonal well edge seemed to have grown out of the ground, rising more than a foot high at a speed visible to the naked eye. The warlock standing in front of the well turned around, grabbed the well edge with both hands and climbed into the well.
Duan Yunfei heard the noise around him and turned around to shout something. The two sorcerers immediately rushed over and grabbed the man's legs, trying their best to drag him back. With the combined efforts of the two, they soon stretched the sorcerer who was drilling the well into a straight line, but the man's hands seemed to be hooked in the wellhead and could not be pulled out.
Duan Yunfei waved his hand again, and another person approached the well cautiously, looking like he was going to throw something into the well. Before that person raised his hand, I saw another figure coming out of the well. It was clearly the sorcerer who had just put his head into the well.
While I was slightly stunned, the sorcerer who had emerged from the well climbed over to his companion who was holding his feet. The latter was startled and subconsciously loosened his hands. The sorcerer who had just stretched himself straight suddenly slid into the well like a loach.
After Duan Yunfei and his men retreated in horror, they seemed to hesitate for a moment before returning to the inn.
I had just put down the telescope when Lin Jingyuan's voice came from below the bell tower: "Mr. Wu, should we talk now?"
Lin Jingyuan is out too
When I looked over, I only saw Lin Jingyuan and Sun Xiaomei. I nodded to Ye Jin, who walked downstairs with me, guarding Xiao Baitang.
The first thing Lin Jingyuan said when he saw me was: "Mr. Wu, do you still not want to cooperate with us now?"
I smiled and said, "I really don't see the need for cooperation."
Sun Xiaomei smiled and said, "Wu Zhao, I have to say that I admire your stubbornness. But sometimes stubbornness often makes people pay an unimaginable price. I can tell you frankly that we were forced out of the inn because the Man-Eating Well found us first. It turned around and started to deal with Duan Yunfei only after we lost four people."
I looked at him and asked, "What do you want to say?"
Sun Xiaomei smiled and said, "What I want to say is that the Man-Eating Well is actually very fair. It won't focus on eating one group of people. Once it has eaten a certain number of people, it will move on to the next group. Duan Yunfei's people are almost all dead. Isn't it time for it to look for you?"
I couldn't help but be secretly shocked.
Game of Death
Although I don't believe that the person who just appeared in front of me is the real god of death, I believe that he is indeed playing a game. Since there is a game, there are rules, and there should be a certain degree of fairness.
If what Sun Xiaomei said is true, after the Man-Eating Well has killed enough people, it should indeed turn its target to our side.
Sun Xiaomei said coldly: "Wu Zhao, I know that your best skill is deduction. Perhaps, you can deduce the location of the red pen blood letter before the Devouring Well eats Ye Jin or Xiao Baitang. However, if you refuse to cooperate, I will not give you such an opportunity. As long as you touch the ghost eye money, I will beat you. I don't believe you are willing to give up one of them."
My face darkened, and Ye Jin said coldly: "If you want to fight us, you have to grow that hand first."
Sun Xiaomei clapped her hands lightly, and suddenly a group of murderous sorcerers from the Xuanjing Division emerged from the roofs around us, led by Xie Jingwen.
Sun Xiaomei smiled and said, "Xie Jingwen hates you to the core. If he gets the chance, he will attack you without hesitation. If you don't believe me, you can try. Of course, you can also look down on the men we brought with us and try to break out. But before that, I want to remind you that what you see with your eyes is often not true."
I turned to look at the warlocks surrounding us. They were the same people I saw before, and their auras had not changed at all. The only difference was their immovable aura. This aura that only fearless warriors could show was suddenly erupting from a group of seemingly ordinary people, which could only mean that they had indeed been disguised before.
Especially Xie Jingwen, the team leader. Although he was more than ten meters away from me, I could clearly see the three scars on his face trembling violently with extreme excitement.
Sun Xiaomei didn't wait for me to speak before continuing, "Wu Zhao, you should know what 'one time, another time' means. Just now, we felt that we couldn't leave the inn, so we spoke to you in a gentle manner. Now, since we have all fallen into the game of death, there is no need for us to be polite to you anymore."
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