After rebirth, she discovered the space golden finger

Half an hour later, eight people, including Pei Yun, sat on the sofa in the main hall. Pei Yun looked at the corpses scattered on the floor and said:

"The bodies of my four companions are in the freezer. Why don't we leave these bodies there for now? I've already put a spell on the door lock, so the people inside the villa can't open it..."

The captains of the other four teams nodded silently. To become a captain, one must have exceptional abilities, so none of the five team captains have been eliminated yet.

but--

“Five people died on the first night, and a full twelve died on the second night. So tonight…” The speaker’s voice was trembling.

"I think... if we all die, this trial mission should be considered... a complete failure..."

Qian Zheng was in a low mood. He thought he had accumulated a lot of valuable experience in the previous "gate" and was preparing to show his skills in this "gate" and impress the elders of the temple.

Unexpectedly, this "door" was so dangerous and came on so fiercely that more than half of the victims were killed or injured in just two days, giving him no chance to prepare.

Pei Yun observed the corpses and suddenly said, "These dead people either mentioned having nightmares yesterday, or they couldn't resist eating meat. It seems that resentment has quietly invaded their bodies and affected their souls..."

Her words startled everyone else, and they quickly realized what she meant.

“Fellow Daoist Pei is right. From the moment we entered this villa, everything—from the bloody ‘meat’ on the dining table to the ‘murals’ in the corridor, to the words ‘the rooms are a sanctuary’—was designed to lure us in, making us constantly inhale resentment so that they could kill us more quickly…”

"Furthermore, the vengeful spirits all come out after midnight, all intending to kill us. This 'door' is simply terrifying, far more dangerous than the previous 'door' our team encountered!"

"What should we do now? In another day, we'll probably be wiped out!"

Qian Zheng spoke again: "Everyone, although time is of the essence and we cannot uncover all the secrets of this manor, judging from our individual experiences, the culprit is undoubtedly the painter. Now that only eight of us remain, how about we have a final, desperate fight with the painter?!"

He scanned the group of people, finally fixing his gaze on Pei Yun, clearly showing how much he valued her.

Everyone nodded in agreement, and Pei Yun also nodded slightly: "It's time for the final showdown, but before we take action, there are some things I need to confirm. I hope that once I've confirmed them, we can all work together."

……

At this moment, everyone ignored the butler's previous instructions and headed straight for the fifth floor. As soon as they reached the stairwell, they were blocked by a barrier of resentment.

The eight people attacked simultaneously, their spiritual power relentlessly assaulting the barrier. After a while, the cracks in the barrier multiplied, and finally, with a loud "bang," the barrier shattered in an instant, like shards of glass, and the resentment turned into a blood mist that drifted into the air...

Just as they were searching room by room for the painter, the butler pushed the painter in a wheelchair out of the last room at the end of the corridor...

"You've disturbed the painter!" The butler's face was grim, his gray eyes filled with murderous intent and cold disdain.

The other seven people instinctively looked at the painter, but Pei Yun kept her gaze fixed on the butler, scrutinizing him with an ambiguous expression. When she noticed the middle finger of his left hand, she raised an eyebrow and took out a ring from her pocket: "Painter, you lost your ring, but I picked it up for you..."

Upon hearing this, the others glanced at Pei Yun with confusion, wondering what she meant. The butler, however, had a flash in his eyes and flicked his finger lightly.

Noticing his unusual behavior, Pei Yun was very satisfied that his probing had yielded the result he wanted.

Before the other seven could ask any questions, Pei Yun revealed the answer: "As expected, you are the painter!"

As she spoke, her gaze fell upon the middle-aged butler in a suit.

The other seven understood her meaning, and Xu Wei asked, "What does Fellow Daoist Pei mean? Is the steward the painter?"

"If I'm not mistaken, the elderly man in the wheelchair is the housekeeper, and the middle-aged man in front of me is the painter..."

Upon hearing this, everyone frowned and looked at the "butler." The "butler" showed no sign of panic or surprise.

"Why do you think so? And why would the painter and the butler switch identities? What benefit would that bring him?" Qian Zheng asked, voicing everyone's doubts.

“...The little girl in the children’s room once told me that ‘the painter is not a painter.’ At that time, I began to doubt the painter’s identity. Later, I met the butler’s son outside the villa. His son looked about the same age as the ‘butler’ in front of me. Judging from their age and appearance, they didn’t seem to be father and son. Furthermore, you also entered the ‘painting’ and should have glimpsed the painter Stick. Does his appearance in his youth have any similarities to the old man in the wheelchair?”

Pei Yun's reminder caused the seven people's expressions to change slightly. They carefully examined the appearances of the two people in front of them, and the more they thought about it, the more they felt that Pei Yun's words made sense.

"...The old man's hands were withered and rough, but our 'butler's' hands were well-maintained. After all, one was a hand that did manual labor, and the other was a hand that held a paintbrush. There was also a ring; the skin around the tip of his middle finger was noticeably whiter than the rest of his hand, proving that he had worn a ring for many years, but we don't know why he took it off..."

Pei Yun tossed the ring in her hand as she spoke, "And this ring must be a token representing some kind of cult organization..."

The butler? No, it was the painter Stick who caught the ring Pei Yun threw out and calmly put it back on his own hand. This action undoubtedly proved that Pei Yun's guess was correct. After understanding the situation, the eight people present looked at each other with hostility.

Stick scanned the crowd before him, chuckling with obvious contempt in his eyes: "So what if you know I'm a painter? You'll all still die in this villa!"

The other seven people's faces instantly turned ugly, but Pei Yun smiled slightly: "Knowing this at least exposes your conspiracy. The reason you switched identities with the butler is that the butler must be hiding some secret, but you can't do anything to the butler, so you came up with this idea to use us to deal with the butler... Am I right, Mr. Stick?"

Upon hearing this, the surroundings fell silent. Not only the seven participants, but even Stick couldn't hide the astonishment on his face, staring at Pei Yun with suspicion and uncertainty.

After a long pause, he pushed aside the wheelchair in front of him, and met Pei Yun's gaze with a cold smile: "...You are indeed clever, smarter than any woman I've ever met. Unfortunately, no matter how clever you are, you can only die here..."

Pei Yun glanced coldly at Stick and said to his seven companions, "You can make your move now, but don't hurt the butler. Protect the butler's safety."

The seven nodded, and the next moment, the battle between the two sides was completely ignited!

Each of the eight unleashed their ultimate moves. In mid-air, golden sword light flashed by, a raging storm swept in, a white tiger roared and charged forward, silver runes flickered in mid-air, and black armor shields materialized to protect them...

Those who have survived to this moment are naturally quite strong, and in an instant, all sorts of dazzling spells appeared above them!

This is the final battle. All eight of them are holding back their strength, waiting to annihilate the painter before them in one fell swoop.