Immortal Cultivation and Life-Saving Guide

Chapter 227 The Struggle and Identity of Contradictions

Wei Xi noticed some murals painted on the altar in Taotie Town.

However, Wei Xi was a practitioner of utilitarian reading, so she didn't take the murals seriously at first.

It was not until she discovered the incomplete murals in the valley that she realized the importance of the information remaining in them.

To some extent, in Wei Xi's simple worldview, books replaced idols.

Wei Xi's thick eyebrows were almost twisted into knots: the circle of ears around the altar looked like they were not good things, and if he wanted to get the information on the murals, he would inevitably have to come into close contact with these ghost things.

Yu Jin tugged at Wei Xi's sleeve, his eyes filled with fear.

Wei Xi followed the direction of the embers' gaze: the ceiling of the cave was covered with skeletons. Time had taken away the rotten flesh, but the eyeballs remained abruptly.

These alone could not scare the embers that grew up in the Western Regions. These eyeballs, some swollen and some shriveled, were all directed towards them, staring at the invaders.

Wei Xi finally understood why dead fish eyes were so repulsive: many of these skeletons were fish, their eyes dull and resentful, inappropriately placed among the skeletons.

Now the method of using talismans to fly to the altar is completely useless.

Wei Xi raised his cheek and took a deep breath.

Yu Jin was about to cry when he saw her like this: He was not good at fighting, and he had a fortune told for himself before coming in, and he could only see that it was a very bad omen, and the only hope was the Qingcheng Sect.

He is still young, so he doesn't have to do evening classes, but he can't lose his life.

Therefore, the embers have a safety range of half a meter in radius from Wei Xi. What do you think? Isn’t it bold?

Everyone else in the team is better at fighting than Yu Jin, and now Wei Xi is in this state, he is really worried that he will die here today.

Wei Xi calmed down and gave Qin Feng a look, and the latter pulled Senior Brother Wang to block the way.

In a few breaths, Wei Xi seemed to have found the key to these dead fish eyes.

Their eyes were fixed on Shen Fu and Wang Xin.

Wei Xi forcefully pushed the embers away, and such a big movement went unnoticed by the prying eyes.

Senior Brother Wang followed suit and took two tentative steps. Those lifeless eyes followed his steps.

By controlling the variables, it is not difficult to conclude that the bottle of medicine that allowed the monk to remove the blockade of the Qi Palace was actually used to capture the identity.

After weighing the pros and cons, Wei Xi felt that it was necessary to take the risk. If he didn't try his best now, after the Qing-Swallowing Beast escaped, a small figure like himself would also be doomed to die.

After Shen Fu and Wang Xin took the medicine, they were already being watched by eyes all over the cave; Qin Feng was unable to use his spiritual power and had limited ability to protect himself in the event of an emergency; as for the charlatan, he was too timid to handle the important task.

After much consideration, only Wei Xi is the most suitable.

Wei Xi knew what was going on, so he gestured for them to meet him here while he himself took the risk to go to the altar to take a look.

Before leaving, Wei Xi was careful and gave Lingyin to Qin Feng.

Although time was tight, Wei Xi did not make any mistakes. She threw a stone to see if it was possible to jump over the Erduohutai River.

The stone silently turned into fine powder.

Wei Xi sneered and threw the same rag doll as the one in Taotie Town into the river.

The ears in the river didn't react at all and lay quietly at the bottom of the river.

Wei Xi took a deep breath: It seems that I have to wade through this muddy water.

Fortunately, the Erduo River is not very wide, and Wei Xi is not short, so he can reach the shore in three steps.

Wei Xi stepped down decisively, feeling elated at the thought of how many ears he could crush.

However, as soon as Wei Xi's face touched those strange things, her heart was fried in oil, and all kinds of negative emotions surged into her heart. She even saw the tragic ending of the cave roof collapsing, the lake water backflowing, and everyone's death.

The memory was recalled, and it was distorted enough, as if someone was talking into Wei Xi's ear, nagging and bewitching.

"Come find me...it's raining and I'm so cold..."

"There are fish under the water, we can make soup..."

"How's Xizhou doing... We can go home by following the river..."

"There's a fire! Bailu Pavilion is burning! Put out the fire! Where's the water?!"

……

Thousands of voices echoed in Wei Xi's ears, countless images intertwined together, and finally burned to ashes, and blood filled the entire vision.

It was as if someone was crying. Qin Feng's face suddenly appeared before her, crying out, "Mother! Father!" Wei Xi tried to reach out and hold her back, but Qin Feng's beautiful face was immediately covered with cracks, like a broken porcelain doll.

Qin Feng's face was replaced by a face covered with scales, with gray scale powder covering the face.

Wait a minute, Wei Xi's mind paused: Buqi's host had died a long time ago, and how could he come back to life when he had personally arranged the funeral?
Once doubt arises, lies will collapse like an avalanche.

Wei Xi, who loves cemeteries and corpses, managed to escape because he had handled funerals before.

Wei Xi was surprised to find that the ears at the bottom of the river had restlessly climbed onto his body, and two of them were even close to his ears.

So that's how it is. Wei Xi cast a talisman to burn his ears to ashes, and took the next step amidst a tiny scream.

The hallucination appeared again, and a bewitching voice came to my ears.

This time, the fastest crawler's ears only reached his calves, and was sent away by Wei Xi with a talisman.

No wonder Zheng Duo warned her not to talk too much, it turned out to be right here.

These ears can cause hallucinations and attack people on a spiritual level. If anyone crossing the river makes a sound, they will die a horrible death.

From Wei Xifangcai's experience, this move is hard to defend against and most people cannot withstand such intensity.

The disciples of Zhenhai Sect have passed one level after another, and now everything they have experienced before is ready-made material.

Unfortunately, Wei Xi is a mute and cannot make any sound without external help. He is simply a chosen orc killer.

Fortunately, he handed the spiritual sound to Qin Feng. Wei Xi's mouth curled up slightly, otherwise he would not have passed the level by accident today.

Wei Xi climbed up to the altar as quickly as possible and began to check the two groups of people on the altar.

It was clear that the man wearing the animal mask still had a faint breath of life; the men wearing the white masks were in a more critical condition, their injuries generally more severe than theirs. Two fellow Taoists had even perished, leaving only their shattered bodies on the altar.

However, what caught Wei Xi's attention was another thing: the wounds on the two monks.

According to common sense, if you enter the lair of a monster, you will most likely be treated as a snack.

But Wei Xi noticed something strange about these things: in addition to the various wounds left from the previous fierce battle, the remaining wounds were a bit strange.

...like the wounds left by a fight.

Wei Xi hurried to check the wounds of the other monks on the altar.

As expected, these fellow Taoists also had recent wounds on their bodies.

Wei Xi understood in his heart: these monks were forced to complete a life-and-death ring match.

(End of this chapter)