After rebirth, she discovered the space golden finger

Just then, the painter moved. A strange red light flashed in his eyes. He opened his arms, and countless resentments erupted from his body. These resentments were so profound that they transformed into a thick blood mist. The blood mist spread at an astonishing speed, and in no time, it filled the entire villa...

The surroundings suddenly seemed to have entered a living hell. The eight people were surrounded by blood mist, which meant that their bodies and souls were being attacked by resentment at all times.

This was truly adding insult to injury for everyone who had already had 90% of their cultivation sealed and had endured two days of torment.

But the painter had vanished! His figure turned into a bloody mist and disappeared! Their attack missed its mark.

"Could this vengeful spirit teleport?!" The people present hurriedly released their divine senses to investigate its whereabouts.

"How could it be teleportation! It's just a ghost!"

"...But don't forget that the villa is his territory. He can hide anywhere. What if he hides inside the 'painting'? There are so many paintings here. Are we supposed to search them one by one?"

Seeing the painter disappear, Pei Yun quickly went to the butler's side and set up a protective shield for him: "Old man."

She waved to the housekeeper, but the old man in the wheelchair remained motionless and unresponsive, his eyes glazed over and drool dripping from his mouth.

Pei Yun thought for a moment, then immediately started searching his body, but found nothing useful.

"How is it, Fellow Daoist Pei?" The other seven participants also came closer, looking at Pei Yun expectantly.

Pei Yun shook his head, his brows furrowed as he looked at the butler: "We can't find any clues."

The other seven people also helped with the search, checking the house inside and out, and even considering searching the soul directly.

Upon seeing this, Pei Yun immediately stopped him: "The steward is just a mortal. Soul searching will completely obliterate his soul, making it impossible for him to reincarnate."

"Then what do you suggest we do?! The painter is hiding somewhere in the shadows, are we just going to sit here and wait for him to kill us one by one?" Someone directly confronted Pei Yun.

"If you ask me, maybe this butler is completely useless. The painter switched identities with him just to make us focus our attention on this old man so that we wouldn't notice him. However, we saw through his plan and it failed."

“Fellow Daoist Wu is right. I think we should find the painter as soon as possible, kill him, and then we should be able to successfully complete the mission through this ‘gate’…”

Upon hearing this, everyone perked up and stopped paying attention to the elderly man in the wheelchair.

Qian Zhengdao: "Let's split up and find the painter as soon as possible. Once we find him, we'll notify everyone immediately and deal with him together. Also... the painter's body can turn into resentful blood mist and escape. I think we must use a mental attack on him to be effective. Who among us is more proficient in mental attacks or binding techniques..."

Pei Yun glanced at the seven people gathered together discussing the matter, but she didn't join in. Instead, she pushed the wheelchair and settled the elderly man in a room at the end of the fifth-floor corridor.

This is the room where the painter and the butler used to stay. Inside, there is only a four-legged stool, a triangular easel with a drawing board on it, and a small table next to it with a lot of paints and brushes.

Pei Yun carefully examined the room but found nothing unusual. She then explored the other rooms on the fifth floor.

At this time, the other seven people were no longer on the fifth floor, but were searching for the painter's whereabouts throughout the villa...

After an unknown amount of time, a shrill scream suddenly came from the corridor on the fourth floor. Pei Yun was startled and moved towards the source of the sound almost instantly.

She was the first to arrive at the scene. Her eyes widened as she saw the painter Stick grab Zhou Hui's neck from behind and strangle her. The next second, Zhou Hui's body exploded into a bloody mist, and the remains of her corpse flew everywhere.

Stick grinned at her. Pei Yun moved with lightning speed, raising one hand and unleashing a spacetime domain. A semi-transparent space appeared around them, surrounded by spatial barriers. Strands of spatial power streaked past their feet like shooting stars, while the surrounding time power floated upwards like fragments of gold, shimmering with golden light...

"Time freezes!" Pei Yun gave his opponent no chance to escape, and the floating gold fragments transformed into a golden ribbon that attacked his opponent.

A hint of surprise flashed in Stick's eyes, but he immediately laughed sarcastically, "...You're much better than those trash, but you've forgotten one thing...this is my territory!"

Before he could finish speaking, his body once again turned into a bloody mist and vanished from the spot...

Pei Yun was truly shocked this time. Even her spacetime domain and her trump card, "Time Freeze," couldn't bind her opponent!

"Damn it! He got away again!"

"Who was it? Who was attacked just now... It was the captain!"

Others also rushed over. They didn't see Zhou Hui's death, nor did they see the confrontation between Stick and Pei Yun, but Zhou Hui's team recognized the pieces of clothing on the ground.

"It was Fellow Daoist Zhou. He was killed by the painter."

Upon hearing Pei Yun's words, everyone's spirits plummeted.

"This painter's skill is truly astounding!"

"Fellow Daoist Pei, did you exchange blows with the painter just now?"

"That's right, I've tried my best, but I still couldn't trap them..."

"what?!"

"Everyone be careful," Pei Yun reminded them before leaving.

The remaining six people looked at each other, and they couldn't help but shiver, their faces filled with undisguised fear.

Pei Yun returned to her studio on the fifth floor. She didn't bother searching for the painter's whereabouts anymore; it would be pointless. Even though she had used her time-stopping technique, she still couldn't stop him. Of course, because of the golden key around her neck, he couldn't get close enough to kill her either.

Time passed slowly, and Pei Yun occasionally heard screams coming from all over the villa. She didn't leave the room; one scream, two screams, three screams...

Until the grandfather clock struck again, it was midnight!

Dressed in a suit and exuding an air of sanctimonious respectability, the painter Stick made his appearance. He slowly walked in from outside, his face radiating smugness and arrogant disdain: "You're the only one left!"

At midnight, vengeful spirits emerged from the painting, swarming out in droves. However, Pei Yun was on the fifth floor, where Stick's barrier of resentment blocked the vengeful spirits below, preventing them from climbing up.

Stick glanced at the gold key around Pei Yun's neck, his gaze filled with apprehension and gloom. The key was radiating golden light, and if he got close, the resentment around him would naturally dissipate.

"Are you just going to keep wearing your treasure and wearing me down until your power is exhausted, and then I'll kill you?" Stick sneered.

"Of course not." Pei Yun remained calm and composed.

But the next moment, she made an unexpected move: she took off the gold key from her neck and put the key necklace around the neck of the butler beside her.

Stick was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly burst into loud laughter, his face contorted with rage, and said, "I was planning to wear you down for a few days, but since you want to die right now, I'll grant your wish!"

After speaking, he transformed into a cloud of blood mist and surrounded Pei Yun...