webnovelfull Chapter 141: Ten thousand ghosts devouring the heart?
Chapter 141: Ten thousand ghosts devouring the heart?
He tried hard to inject all his Taoist power into the talisman knife, and the blade glowed brighter and brighter.
It formed a sharp confrontation with the dark power of the evil shadow.
Chen Yile also tried his best, and the light of the formation gradually became stronger, but he could feel that the spiritual power in his body was being consumed rapidly.
He knew they didn't have much time left.
At this moment, the oil lamp in the tomb suddenly exploded, and the surroundings fell into darkness.
In the darkness, the temperature around suddenly dropped, and the air seemed to solidify, making it difficult to breathe.
Chen Yile and Lin Feihong stood in the darkness, unable to see anything clearly.
But they could feel that the invisible pressure was gradually approaching.
The darkness around them seemed to be wriggling, as if something powerful was lurking in it, ready to pounce on them at any time.
Chen Yile felt an ominous premonition in his heart. It felt like millions of insects were crawling in his body, which was disgusting and terrifying.
He unconsciously raised his hand and touched his arm.
But I found that my skin began to become cold, as if my whole body was gradually losing the warmth of life.
"Feihong, do you feel it..." Chen Yile asked in a trembling voice.
"I feel something is wrong...very wrong..." Lin Feihong's voice trembled slightly.
"We shouldn't be here. We're being targeted now."
Just as he finished speaking, he suddenly heard a low murmur in his ears, as if countless ghosts were crying softly.
The sound was erratic, coming from all directions, sometimes near and sometimes far away.
Chen Yile's heartbeat quickened and his fingers trembled slightly. He suddenly felt something tearing at his sleeves and trouser legs.
"What's going on! Feihong! Something is pulling me!" Chen Yile screamed.
He tried to break free from the invisible restraints, but the more he struggled, the stronger the pulling force became.
Lin Feihong was not much better off. His arms and legs were tightly grasped by invisible hands, as if trying to drag him into the depths of darkness.
He yelled, "This thing is completely pissed! She's summoning all the ghosts from the tomb! If we don't do something, we're going to die miserably!"
Chen Yile was becoming more and more panicked. This was the first time he faced such a situation. His hands and feet were shaking and he had no idea how to deal with it.
He felt like he was trapped in a huge net and any struggle was useless.
The voices of the ghosts in their ears grew louder and louder, as if mocking their powerlessness.
Countless cold hands suddenly emerged from the darkness around them, and their sharp nails scratched their skin!
Brings waves of stinging pain.
The blood flowed and dripped onto the ground without making any sound.
Chen Yile's mind went blank and he struggled helplessly.
At this moment, a faint female voice came from the darkness, the voice was as cold as ice.
"Just die like this. If you want to blame someone, blame yourselves. No one asked you to come to me! You asked for it!"
Chen Yile suppressed his fear and asked loudly, "Are you Lin Qingyao?"
The woman chuckled, as if mocking his ignorance: "Yes, so what?"
Chen Yile tried to calm down and said in a calm tone, "I know what happened to you back then. You couldn't get the love you wanted, so you committed suicide."
"But the original fault for your situation lies with your family. It's your parents' old-fashioned ways that prevent you from having your own life."
"I know it's difficult for you, but you've killed so many people in three hundred years. That's enough!"
Lin Qingyao's laughter stopped abruptly, and then she let out a sharp laugh, her voice full of resentment.
"You know nothing! You don't understand anything! My hatred is not about that!"
Her voice echoed in the empty tomb, becoming louder and louder, more and more crazy, as if it was going to tear their eardrums apart.
As she screamed, the little ghosts' attacks became more ferocious!
The sharp nails pierced into the flesh of Chen Yile and Lin Feihong, and blood flowed everywhere.
Lin Feihong gritted his teeth and said painfully: "It's over, I'm sorry, brother!"
"I didn't know she had such a strong grudge and even dragged you into salvation. Now you've been implicated!"
Chen Yile tried hard to hold back the pain and said intermittently: "Stop talking about this... If you have the energy to apologize, you might as well think about what to do..."
Just when the two were in despair, a ray of fire suddenly lit up in the darkness, dispelling the gloom around them.
A man in a black cloak slowly walked out of the darkness, holding a torch in his left hand and waving a whisk in his right hand.
With a gentle wave of the whisk, the ghosts let out shrill screams and retreated, as if they were afraid of the magic weapon in his hand.
"Lin Qingyao!" the man said coldly, with unquestionable majesty in his voice.
"Your sins are so deep, yet you are still harming others. I am here to save you!"
Lin Qingyao's voice became angry and distorted: "You damn Taoist! Why haven't you died yet? I have been waiting for three hundred years. No one can stop me today!"
As she roared, the ground suddenly began to shake violently, the stone walls of the tomb began to collapse, dust flew, and huge rocks fell from above.
Before Chen Yile and Lin Feihong could react, they were pushed into the abyss by a powerful force.
They felt their bodies falling rapidly, and the sound of wind whistling past their ears.
It was as if time had been stretched out, and I almost forgot that I was still alive.
Finally, they fell heavily to the ground, and the pain brought them back to reality.
When they opened their eyes again, it was pitch black all around them and they could only hear each other's rapid breathing.
"We... fell down?" Chen Yile asked weakly.
"It seems she did it on purpose..." Lin Feihong said through gritted teeth. "She sent us to this place."
They looked around for a way to escape, but found themselves trapped in a bottomless cave.
Above them was an unreachable height, and the darkness around them seemed to come alive, constantly pressing down on them.
"Feihong... did you feel it..." Chen Yile's voice trembled again.
"There are many eyes...watching us..."
In the darkness around them, it seemed as if countless pairs of eyes were staring at them.
Cold, resentful, and filled with unspeakable malice.
However, that thing didn't seem to move for the time being, so the few of them breathed a sigh of relief.
Chen Yile spoke first, asking, "Excuse me, Taoist Priest, what is your Taoist name? I cannot express my gratitude enough for your kindness!"
Lin Feihong also said: "Yes, if the Taoist priest hadn't come to help, we would have been dead."
The old Taoist waved his hand, patted the dust off his body and said.
"It's alright, I'm Qinghui. I've actually been fighting Wuchen for decades, and I also want to liberate Lin Qingyao. Saving you is just a matter of convenience."
Chen Yile quickly asked, "Who is Wuchen? The Taoist priest said he wanted to fight him?"
"Could it be that the incident at the Mountain Garden wasn't just caused by Lin Qingyao's resentment, but was someone secretly manipulating it?"