Tragic death in the previous life: After rebirth, the sickly prince pampers her every night

Hua Nian immediately used her spiritual energy to extend Yang Rui's life.

After a while, Yang Rui felt much better.

But he always felt that this place was particularly strange.

Looking at the remnants of the Ghost Clan ahead, they were all like frightened birds, their faces filled with fear.

Yang Rui leaned closer to Hu Xiaoman and used telepathy, which could only be heard by the three of them, to say, "Junior Sister, there are only a dozen or so people left in the Ghostly Clan."

"The Ghost Ancestor only has one arm left, and he will probably die soon."

"I wonder how long they can hold out."

"At that point, we'll have to walk in ourselves!"

"Where exactly is Master in the Blood Demon Cave?"

Thinking of the terrifying scene of the Blood Bone Vengeful Ghost and the Nine-Headed Soul Serpent, Yang Rui's face paled even more.

The difficulty of the Blood Demon Cave far exceeded his expectations.

I have no idea how their slovenly master managed to enter the Blood Demon Cave alone and travel so far.

Master is so awesome!

He truly deserves to be called his master. I really hope that his master can hold on for a long time.

Hu Xiaoman replied telepathically, "Sigh, I didn't expect the Ghost Clan to be so useless."

Yang Rui: "..."

Hua Nian: "..."

Useless?

An elder with an invincible body was devoured completely.

An elder with ghost eyes suffered a mental breakdown and was killed by his own ancestor.

A venomous elder was swallowed whole as a snack.

These are three Nascent Soul stage experts!

Of the hundreds of elite soldiers who followed the Ghost Clan in, only a few remnants remained.

The Ghost Clan is already incredibly powerful. If any other family had entered, they probably would have died before even making it this far.

It was only because their junior sister was so capable, using the Ghost Clan as pawns to scout ahead, that the three of them were able to get here unscathed.

But if my junior sister says it's useless, then it's useless.

“Something’s not right here!” Hu Xiaoman suddenly said.

Yang Rui nodded immediately.

"Something is definitely wrong; I feel uncomfortable all over."

"Why haven't those people in front rested enough? Let's get out of this ancient temple quickly." Yang Rui looked around warily.

Hu Xiaoman shook her head: "No!"

Yang Rui and Hua Nian were both looking at Hu Xiaoman at this moment.

What isn't?

The two of them waited for Hu Xiaoman to finish speaking.

"what--!"

A scream suddenly broke the silence in the ancient temple and interrupted Hu Xiaoman's next words.

Suddenly, smoke rose from the body of one of the disciples of the Ghost Clan ahead, followed by a raging fire.

He had just stood up and hadn't even taken a step when he was burned to ashes!

Hu Xiaoman, Yang Rui, and Hua Nian, who were hiding behind the pillar, all gasped.

Yang Rui: "Junior Sister, why is this person on fire?"

Hua Nian: "Burned to the point that not even bone fragments were left!"

Hu Xiaoman: "Spontaneous combustion!"

"This place is too strange, we all need to be careful."

Yang Rui and Hua Nian nodded immediately.

The Ghost Ancestor and the rest of the group watched helplessly as their companions suddenly burst into flames and burned to death. Their faces were deathly pale, and their eyes darted around in terror.

At this moment, everyone was like frightened birds, huddled back to back, trembling all over.

The old and weary voice of the Ghostly Ancestor rang out: "Don't panic!"

"If I remember correctly, this disciple should be of the fire element."

"He must have panicked just now, which caused his fire elemental root to spontaneously combust."

Upon hearing what their ancestor said, everyone's panicked mood eased somewhat, and they sat down on the spot.

The Ghost Ancestor said, "Hurry up and rest."

The remaining disciples all closed their eyes, now caught in a dilemma.

If they wanted to go back, it would be impossible for them to leave these Blood Demon Caves on their own.

However, following the ancestor forward also meant facing nine deaths and one life.

Now they can only listen to their ancestors, and perhaps there is still a chance for them to survive.

Yang Rui: Is that really true?

Hua Nian: "This Ghost Ancestor must be a fraud."

Hu Xiaoman: "Not necessarily, after all, that disciple does indeed have a fire spirit root."

During the battle, Hu Xiaoman had seen the fire-based spells used by this disciple.

At that moment, she put a finger to her lips and shushed him.

She thought she heard some strange noise.

Yang Rui and Hua Nian immediately stopped their telepathic communication.

The three of them not only nervously observed their surroundings, but also focused their attention on the Ghost Ancestor and his group.

The Ghost Ancestor is currently in the most miserable situation.

Not only did he lose an arm, but the transparent hole in his chest was also constantly emanating black energy—it was an injury caused by the Nine-Headed Serpent's original soul power, which was extremely difficult to heal.

He forcibly circulated his spiritual power, staring at the wisp of black energy in his chest, trying to transform it into his own power, but the wisp of black energy was completely beyond his control.

At this moment, the Ghost Ancestor's aura was extremely weak, as if he would collapse at any moment.

He took out a handful of pills, stuffed them into his mouth without even looking at them, and forcibly suppressed the injuries in his body.

His single eye burned with flames of resentment and madness.

He could sense his grandson's presence within this ancient temple!

It's getting closer, very close!

As long as I can rescue my grandson, as long as I can leave this place alive.

All the humiliation we suffer today will be repaid a hundredfold in the future!

At this moment, Hu Xiaoman's gaze fell on the interior of the ancient temple.

The temple does not enshrine gods or Buddhas, but rather an unnamed statue whose face is no longer discernible.

In front of the statue, there are scattered prayer cushions and extinguished incense burners, clearly indicating that they have been abandoned for countless years.

Her eyes narrowed!

Yang Rui immediately asked in a very low voice, "Junior Sister, what's wrong?"

Hu Xiaoman lowered her voice even further: "Fourth Senior Brother, I think I can sense Master's presence."

Yang Rui's gaze sharpened: "What? Master's aura?"

Hu Xiaoman nodded: "Yes!"

"Fourth Senior Brother, can't you feel it?"

Yang Rui cautiously released his consciousness, trying to sense his master's aura.

Suddenly, he nodded excitedly: "Junior Sister, there really is Master's aura here."

"Master is probably nearby."

"He must have been too nervous just now, which is why he overlooked his master's presence."

Hu Xiaoman nodded.

At this moment, Hu Xiaoman could clearly sense that her slovenly master's aura was coming from the deepest part of the ancient temple.

Though faint, it burned stubbornly, like a candle flickering in the wind.

Yes, Master must be there!

Just as Hu Xiaoman was about to release her thoughts to investigate, Yang Rui's body suddenly stiffened.

He then began to cough violently.

"Cough...cough cough cough..."

He coughed more violently than ever before, as if he were coughing up his internal organs.

He curled up into a ball, his face instantly turning bluish-purple.

"Fourth Senior Brother!"

"Brother Yang Rui!"

Hu Xiaoman and Hua Nian were shocked and rushed forward.

At that very moment, a shrill scream, unlike any human voice, suddenly echoed from the depths of the silent ancient temple!