Yin Ci felt dizzy.
In his eyes, the ground rose, the roof pressed down, and the walls pressed in from all directions. Boundless fear overflowed from the depths of his memory, his hair stood on end, and his blood froze. All his senses were instantly covered with dust, leaving only the thick smell of blood in his mouth and nose.
The fire gradually faded away, and everything was distorted and dark. Just like that time...
"Nice move." Yin Ci raised his eyes.
Even though Lu Fengxi had been wandering the world for decades and had killed countless people, he still couldn't help but shudder when he saw those eyes.
His opponent not only did not fall, but his killing intent was even stronger. Those eyes—they were no longer the eyes of a ghost, because at least the ghost had once been a human. The thing standing in front of him now was more like a pure monster born in the darkness.
Lu Fengxi bulged his eyes and looked at his opponent in horror. He was about to say something when he found that he had lost his lips, tongue and teeth.
The man stood in the blood, his handsome face full of hostility, his eyes a hundred times emptier than Jidong's. His cold gaze passed him and stopped at a certain void.
The next moment, Elder Lu could not see anything.
…
Yin Ci slapped himself in the pool of blood, and finally came to his senses. Unfortunately, his awakening came too late—Lu Fengxi was completely torn into pieces, and it was difficult to shovel him up, let alone throw him into the sacrifice cave.
Fortunately, he still had a bit of rationality and was thinking about Shi Jingzhi's fox nose, so he didn't get too much blood splashed on his body.
"You Bu Yin, the name is quite appropriate."
He had never seen such a new technique of using sound magic to inspire fear in people. It seemed that during the years when he was away from the martial arts world, the Ling Cult had come up with some strange things again.
Yin Ci picked up the pestle from the flesh and blood. This time he figured out what it was made of—it was made of human bones. Judging from its hardness, it was most likely made from processed children's bones.
The Ling Sect is still the same Ling Sect and has not changed in a hundred years.
Yin Ci sneered and took apart the lantern. He took a while to crush the pestle into pieces and then carefully burned them to ashes.
Then he picked up the three Lingjiao disciples, casually drew his saber, and threw them into the sacrificial cave one by one. The stone pillar made a rumbling sound and fell down a large part.
There is still a shortage of the weight of two people.
Yin Ci walked towards the unconscious monk from Jianchen Temple and adjusted the monk to a more natural lying position. He also confirmed the dryness of the ghost leather jacket and hung it up in a more ventilated place.
After doing all this, Yin Ci sat at the edge of the cave and looked into the bottomless pit. He pondered for a while at the edge of the cave, then slowly folded the hem of his white clothes, revealing his bare legs. His pale skin rubbed against the rough stone edge, leaving a light red mark.
There was a flash of cold light, and then the knife fell.
Yin Ci's left leg was cut off by himself and fell into a deep pit. Not long after, something like blood tree roots stretched out from the broken part. They gathered into a ball, tightly wrapped around, forming new bones and flesh, until the left leg was reborn.
Yin Ci had no expression on his face. He raised his hand and slashed again. The newly grown left leg was cut off again, and a large amount of blood sprayed along the edge of the pit. The flesh and blood tumbled down, hitting the stone wall with a series of uncomfortable muffled sounds.
This was repeated more than ten times, and finally, the stone pillar began to tremble and fell completely.
Everything was ready. Next, he only needed to put on the ghost leather coat, take the monk out, and tell a perfect lie - they met an unidentified master. The master knocked the monk and himself unconscious, and somehow lowered the stone pillar and disappeared.
The monk was hit by his confusing palm and his memory became confused. He could only remember the general idea at most and could not tell many details.
But before that, he had to take the treasure from the top of the pillar as soon as possible.
Yin Ci jumped onto the stone pillar, and there was indeed a Buddhist bead on top of the pillar. However, the dust around the Buddhist bead was strange, as if something had been placed there for a while and was replaced by the Buddhist bead.
Considering that there are no monsters in the Ascension Palace, the situation in the ghost tomb becomes even more weird.
… I don’t know if his cheap master can survive this.
Not long ago, another stone chamber.
Shi Jingzhi hit the stone with a loud and clear slap. He groaned for a long time before he got rid of the control of the anesthetic. When the fire started, he was still sitting on the ground rubbing his legs.
The "Medicine Cures Disease" flag was too long, and a section of it stuck out of the bubble and was dissolved by the lake water, leaving only the two words "Cure Disease". Shi Jingzhi stood up with the help of the flagpole, gasping for air in pain.
In the middle of the room stood a stone pillar with the words "Parting is bitter", which he recognized. A few steps outside, the people in Prince Rong's mansion stood quietly, and the sedan chair returned to its original state.
In addition to the people in the sedan chair and the four masters from Prince Rong's Mansion, there were also two lone rangers who woke up slowly and were looking around.
Including myself, there are eight people in the room. The pain of separation requires the weight of about five people, if you count that...
He had just thought halfway when the masters of Rong Palace suddenly jumped up and threw the two lone rangers directly into the sacrificial cave. After a period of silence, a scream that was not like a human voice came from the bottom of the sacrificial cave.
The stone pillar trembled and descended a bit.
The four masters turned around and looked at Shi Jingzhi, ready to take action—
"Wait a minute, let me talk to him first." The person in the sedan finally spoke, and it sounded like a young man.
A folding fan lifted the curtain of the sedan chair, and the person in the sedan chair stepped down by himself, revealing his face. The face had regular features, and could be described as a romantic young man.
The man tapped his palm with his folding fan and said with sarcasm: "Why, you changed to a wooden mask again?"
"Every time I go to a market, I will buy one as a souvenir." Shi Jingzhi took off the Nuo mask readily.
The person in the sedan had an average appearance, but compared with Shi Jingzhi, he looked like a green leaf setting off the red flowers, a spotted one at that.
The man seemed to realize this as well, and he opened his folding fan to cover half of his face. On the fan, the four characters "波浪不惊" were written in a flowing style, and it was obvious that they were written by a famous calligrapher.
He stared at Shi Jingzhi for a while: "Do you have anything else to say?"
"Yes." Shi Jingzhi said with a smile, "You dare to come in person, that sedan chair must be valuable, right? I'm short of money recently, can you lend me some..."
"Crazy talk." The man showed a hint of anger. "I'm asking you, you're going to die here soon, do you have anything to say?"
Shi Jingzhi sighed: "You asked someone to follow me in Paper Figure Street. You are still so impatient."
"If you hadn't been so lucky and happened to be traveling with Shi Zhongyu, you wouldn't even be able to enter the Immortal Palace." The man sneered.
"We're already talking about the Ascension Palace, but you still don't realize something is wrong?"
"What's the meaning?"
"The Ascension Palace... No, the Ghost Tomb is too gentle, it's not Yan Budu's style."
The person in the sedan looked at the stone pillar speechlessly: "You call this 'gentle'?"
"The first floor is not difficult to begin with, so we kept a relatively complete design. As for the second floor, the Ascension Palace is too spacious. If we only wanted to set up corpse-exploding cursed bones and submerged liquid masses, there's no need to build such a sophisticated maze."
The man frowned: "... continue."
"The most important thing is that Corpse Explosion Curse Bones can reduce the number of people, and 'Parting Suffering' is also used to reduce the number of people. There is only a layer of liquid mass mechanism in between, which really lacks aesthetic appeal."
Shi Jingzhi simply sat down on the ground, holding his chin with his right hand: "The leader of the Ling Cult regards the mausoleum as a holy place. Even if he wants to design a game to provoke fighting, this is putting the cart before the horse - the ghost tomb should be filled with killing devices, not ambiguous guiding games."
The person in the sedan chair: "… This is the first time I've heard someone complain about the lack of traps."
"If it were me, I would hide a large number of monsters and spells in the maze, disperse the intruders, and kill them slowly. When the number of survivors drops to a fixed number, I will turn the world upside down again, and the liquid blobs will appear randomly. It all depends on luck."
"Each room is changed to a pair of two people, and the weight of the pain of separation is adjusted to one and a half people. If you want to escape, you must leave some limbs behind. After the first person leaves the room, the rest of the rooms will be sealed - the last survivor can enter the third floor. They will be empty-handed, most likely missing limbs, and can only die in despair at their destination."
After saying that, Shi Jingzhi smiled even more brightly: "Does this make it more like a 'ghost tomb'?"
The man in the sedan sneered, "I don't know if it looks like a ghost tomb, but I can see that you and that Yan guy are the same kind of people."
"Don't be impatient, I haven't finished yet." Shi Jingzhi raised his hand to signal.
His clothes were disheveled, his movements were casual, and his phoenix eyes were smiling, making him look like the evil fairy in folk legends. Unlike before, the gentle atmosphere around Shi Jingzhi completely dissipated, leaving only the ostentatious pressure.
"Yan Budu was a great hero, he would not be more naive than me. I would venture to guess that the Buddha beads were placed in the ghost tomb by Yan Budu after it was built. In order to ensure that enough masters survived, he killed all the monsters in the Ascension Hall and changed all the rules of magic. This ensured that everyone could fight over the Buddha beads without being completely wiped out."
The opponent's momentum was too strong, and the person in the sedan chair became a little impatient: "So? In the final analysis, doesn't he just want the Buddhist beads to flow out of the ghost tomb and cause unrest?"
"Yes, he used the ghost tomb as a stepping stone - that is, the mausoleum is no longer important to him."
The man suddenly stopped breathing: "You mean..."
"Yan Budu is not in the tomb. If the meat really exists, the Buddhist beads are very likely to be the clue."
Shi Jingzhi stretched out his index finger and tapped his lower lip.
"My Buddhist beads are not with me. I can guarantee that if I die, you will never be able to get it."
"You must have spent a lot of money on the Demon Cult to buy the information about the ghost tomb. So, are you planning to collect the Buddhist beads yourself to please Big Brother? ... How can you give away something that is not a complete set?"
"How dare you! Do you think you can call me 'big brother'?" The man's face turned pale.
"We are blood relatives, why can't I call him? If I call him in person, he will have to respond."
Shi Jingzhi said casually.
"That's strange. It's obviously you who didn't know the etiquette first. I am your elder brother after all, Xiao Qi. Oh, you like to be addressed in a more serious way... Then why not call me brother, Your Highness Prince Rong?"
The person in the sedan chair—Prince Rong Xu Jingming—was choked and his eyes were a mixture of wariness and disgust, without any appreciation at all.
Shi Jingzhi ignored his attitude and smiled at him again.
Xu Jingming took two steps back on the spot, and a familiar memory once again flooded into his mind.
He was still young at that time and should not remember much. But Xu Jingming remembered the day he first met this "brother" very clearly.
That day, the prince led him and stood far outside the garden. Inside the garden, Shi Jingzhi sat in the pavilion, staring at the lake in a daze. After a while, as if he noticed the two of them, Shi Jingzhi turned around, with a calm face that was completely inconsistent with a child.
Shi Jingzhi was not very old at the time, and his face was surprisingly delicate, so delicate that it seemed a little unreal. At first glance, he was out of tune with the surroundings, as if he had been torn out of existence.
“Brother…Brother…?” Young Xu Jingming pointed at the pavilion.
"Jingming, not 'brother'."
The prince lowered his head and responded calmly.
"That's a monster."