Refining divine pills, controlling divine beasts, and the useless lady is so cool

The ghost froze in place when he heard Lan Yaoyu's words. After realizing what was happening, he looked at her fiercely:

"Little girl, I've been here for so many years, and you're the first person who dares to scold me. How do you think I should punish you?"

The ghost kept hovering in front of Lan Yaoyu, as if thinking of a way to punish her.

Lan Yaoyu also regretted that she spoke too hastily and started cursing before she even understood what was in front of her. It would be even more embarrassing if she was chased and beaten by a seventh-level mystical beast like just now.

The ghost clapped his hands, and instantly many identical ghosts appeared in groups on the ground, but they were all smaller than the first ghost that appeared.

"What do you want to do?"

Lan Yaoyu immediately retreated upon seeing this, as the ghosts blocked her retreat.

The old ghost chuckled twice: "Want to run? Then you'll have to pay a price! Although your soul doesn't taste sweet, you have to leave some behind as compensation!"

The group of little ghosts below heard his words and began to tear apart Lan Yaoyu.

Lan Yaoyu only felt that her soul was being pulled back and forth, and finally a tearing pain swept through her whole body. Sweat dripped from her forehead and she screamed in pain several times.

The old ghost finally felt relieved and waved his hand, letting the little ghosts retreat: "This is just a small punishment for you. I will show mercy and let you go this time!"

Lan Yaoyu's soul was damaged and she didn't even have the strength to walk. She immediately took out the elixir to restore her spiritual power and quickly returned to her little followers.

Mu Qingli glanced at the old ghost and felt alert in his heart, but he appeared calm on the surface.

Neither side spoke. The old ghost looked around and finally spoke: "I am the referee in charge of your second round. I am not a good person, but as long as you don't provoke me, we will get along peacefully."

The old ghost introduced himself in a calm tone.

When Lan Yaoyu heard that he was the referee of the second round, she became completely dispirited. She had offended this referee. Would she be targeted next time?

Just as she was feeling uneasy, the big ghost announced the rules for the second round.

"I have two roads here, one on the left and one on the right. Each of your two teams will choose one. But before that, you must pass a test to determine the order of your choices."

After the old ghost finished speaking, he fixed his eyes on the two teams.

Mu Qingli asked, "What kind of test is it?"

The old ghost seemed to be waiting for someone to ask this question, and he immediately laughed out loud: "This test is very simple, look at this."

The old ghost waved his hand, and a rope instantly appeared in front of everyone, with a red bag tied in the middle.

Mu Qingli raised his brows slightly and thought to himself, is it possible that we are going to play tug-of-war?

The others also looked at the rope, wondering what it was used for.

"The rope in my hand is made of a special material. The more talented a person is, the weaker their strength will be after touching it. Now, each of your two teams will pull one end of the rope."

The old ghost threw one end of the rope to Mu Qingli and the other end to Lin Hanyue.

Mu Qingli thought about what the old ghost had just said. If what he said was true, then his side would definitely not have the advantage.

However, she didn't raise the question, but Lin Hanyue did: "Isn't this unfair? Why do the higher the talent, the less strength?"

The old ghost listened to her innocent and lovely words and laughed a few more times: "I just said that I'm not a good person. I just like watching you people fighting each other, is that not okay?"

When Lin Hanyue heard the old ghost's cold words, she stopped talking instantly. She was very conflicted, wanting to win but not wanting to win at the same time.

If they win, doesn't it prove that their team's cultivation talent is not as good as Mu Qingli's team?

But if they don’t win, what should they do about the path they chose?

These two questions made her a little confused, and while she was confused, the tug-of-war game officially began.

The old ghost looked at everyone and said, "Don't try to slow down your efforts. If I find out... I will punish you, too."

When everyone heard the words "there will be punishment too", Lin Hanyue didn't dare to think about anything else and started tug-of-war wholeheartedly.

Mu Qingli had already predicted the outcome of the tug-of-war. It was impossible for his team to win, so he had already made preparations.

The old ghost seemed to have known the result long ago. He floated in front of Bei Ming Chao and the others and took the two tokens by mistake: "Congratulations on your victory and the priority selection right."

Mu Qingli looked at the two tokens. There were two words written on each token, one was the way to life and the other was the way to death.

The old ghost stuck out his long tongue and hung it at his feet. He looked at Bei Ming Chao's team with a hint of interest: "These two tokens represent two paths. Which one will you choose?"

Lan Yaoyu immediately pulled Bei Ming Chao, hinting that it was his turn to choose this time, but Bei Ming Chao remained unmoved. He looked at the old ghost and said, "Is there no explanation for these two paths?"

The old ghost rolled back his tongue and stacked the two tokens together. "Explanation? What I hate most is explanation. Life is life, death is death. Does it matter?"

Bei Ming Chao's eyes lit up instantly, thinking that the old ghost was giving him a hint, so he turned around and discussed it with everyone.

Finally, it was Lan Yaoyu who went up to choose the token: "We choose the path of life."

Her tone was very firm, as if she could survive if she chose to live, and she glanced at Mu Qingli provocatively.

Mu Qingli ignored her childish mentality.

He even dared to believe what Old Ghost said. He really has no brains at all.

The old ghost handed the token of life to Lan Yaoyu, his eyes full of interest: "The life path is on the left, you can set off now."

Bei Ming Chao didn't want to leave. He really couldn't bear to see the women in Mu Qingli's team reaching a dead end. If they really died, he would be very sad.

"Miss Li, why don't you and a few other girls come and join my team..."

The old ghost glared at him and immediately interrupted him: "No one is allowed to break my rules! If you dare to switch teams, I will kill you all and you will become my little ghosts from now on. Did you see those little ghosts before? I collected them with great effort."

Bei Ming Chao was a little frightened and showed an apologetic look. He didn't even dare to look at Mu Qingli again, and hurriedly walked towards the road on the left.

After their backs disappeared, the old ghost came to Mu Qingli and the others with the only remaining token and said, "Now it's your turn to choose. Oh no, there's only one token left. You don't have any choice."

He placed the dead end token in his hand in front of Mu Qingli, as if he wanted to see her frightened.