God Slayer: Make Up for the Past

Chu Feng stepped into the castle, a chill instantly washing over him. The heavy stone door slammed shut behind him, shutting out the last ray of light from the outside world. A suffocating stench of decay permeated the darkness, like a thousand-year-old dusty tomb. The surroundings were eerily silent, with only the sound of his own breathing echoing through the empty halls, as if countless eyes were watching him from the shadows.

He tried to mobilize his inner strength, but found it was like a drop in the ocean, with no response. It seemed as if some kind of restriction within the castle was suppressing his abilities. Chu Feng's heart sank, realizing the difficulty of this mission and feeling a little worried. He gripped the Demon Slayer Blade tightly, the cold touch of the blade reassuring him slightly.

"Be careful, something's wrong here." Pan Yue's voice came from behind him, his tone tinged with solemnity. The talisman in his hand flickered faintly, illuminating a small area around him.

By the light of the talisman, Chu Feng finally had a clear view of the castle's main hall. The towering dome was intricately carved, and the mottled walls were covered with faded murals. The air was thick with the smell of dust. Everything seemed ancient and mysterious, with an unsettling sense of oppression.

Suddenly, a chilling gust of wind blew past, extinguishing the talisman in Pan Yue's hand, and the hall was plunged into darkness once again. At the same time, a shrill scream pierced the silence, echoing throughout the castle.

"Help... help me..."

The voice sounded like that of a young girl, full of fear and despair. Chu Feng and Pan Yue looked at each other, and saw shock in each other's eyes.

"Who is it?" Chu Feng shouted loudly, his voice echoing in the empty hall.

No one responded, only the shrill screams came intermittently, as if coming from a distant hell.

"We have to find her." Pan Yue relit a piece of talisman paper, and the faint light dispelled the darkness around him.

The two walked forward cautiously, each step being extremely careful. The floorboards of the old castle creaked, as if telling an ancient story.

"Here!" Pan Yue suddenly stopped and pointed to a deep corridor in front.

At the end of the corridor, a blurry figure flashed by and disappeared into the darkness.

"Chase!" Chu Feng rushed forward without hesitation, and Pan Yue followed closely behind.

The corridor was even darker and damper, with green moss crawling on the walls and a nauseating stench in the air. The two men followed along the corridor, the shrill screams appearing and disappearing from time to time, guiding them in the direction of their progress.

Finally, they reached a closed wooden door. The screams seemed to come from behind it.

Chu Feng took a deep breath and pushed the wooden door open.

The room was empty, lit only by a dim, flickering oil lamp. A young girl in a ragged dress hovered precariously in mid-air, her face pale and her eyes hollow. It was she who had uttered that shrill scream.

"Who are you?" Chu Feng asked, his voice trembling.

The girl didn't answer, but slowly turned her head, her empty eyes falling on Chu Feng.

"Save...save me..." The girl's lips moved slightly, making a weak sound.

Suddenly, a sinister voice came from the corner of the room: "Who allowed you to disturb my guests?"

Chu Feng turned his head suddenly and saw an old man in a black tuxedo, with a pale face and sunken eyes standing there, holding a black cane in his hand and staring at them with cold eyes.

"You are……"

The old man smiled sinisterly and interrupted Chu Feng: "I'm the steward here, you can call me Steward Zhang." He paused and knocked his cane heavily on the floor, "Now, leave here, or else..."

"What else?" Pan Yue stepped forward, blocking Chu Feng. The talisman in his hand shone with light, and there was a faint flicker of lightning. Although the castle suppressed their power, as night watchmen, they still had an unyielding fighting spirit.

Butler Zhang smiled grimly, flicking his bony fingers lightly. A dark shadow shot towards Chu Feng like a venomous snake. Its speed was astonishing. Chu Feng's heart rang with alarm, and he instinctively leaned back, barely dodging the shadow's attack. The shadow brushed past his nose, bringing with it a gust of cold wind that sent a chill down his spine.

"You reacted quite quickly," Butler Zhang said with a hint of surprise, and then sneered, "But you can dodge it once, but can you dodge it a second time?" He suddenly stopped the crutch in his hand, the temperature of the whole room dropped sharply, and a thin layer of black frost began to spread on the floor.

Seeing his sneak attack failed, Butler Zhang abandoned his concealment. Dark energy swirled around him, and the chilling aura grew even stronger. The intricate carvings on the hall's dome seemed to come alive, twisting and writhing, emitting a teeth-grinding grinding sound. The murals on the walls began to peel, revealing even more bizarre patterns beneath, as if countless pairs of eyes were watching them from the shadows.

"Looks like we have to take this seriously." Pan Yue's face was solemn. The talisman in his hand burned even more fiercely, and lightning flashed, illuminating a small area around them. Although the castle's restrictions suppressed their power, they didn't completely block it. They could still mobilize some of their strength to fight.

Butler Zhang let out a sharp howl, and the black energy behind him condensed into a huge black claw, which grabbed towards Chu Feng and Pan Yue with a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

Seeing the giant claw coming, Chu Feng didn't dare to take it head-on, so he pulled Pan Yue aside and dodged. The giant claw slammed heavily on the ground, leaving a deep claw mark. The black frost on the ground instantly spread, making a sizzling sound.

"This old guy is stronger than we thought." Pan Yue said while panting. The previous dodge consumed a lot of his strength.

Chu Feng remained silent, his eyes fixed on Butler Zhang, observing his every move. He knew that a head-on confrontation with someone whose abilities were suppressed was not a wise move. He had to find his opponent's weakness to have a chance of winning.

Butler Zhang waved his cane again, and the dark energy in the room grew thicker, as if it had become tangible, oppressing people to the point of suffocation. On the peeling murals, strange patterns began to emit a faint glow, like the will-o'-the-wisp of hell, a terrifying sight.

"Liu'er, come out and entertain our guests." Butler Zhang smiled sinisterly, his voice like a call from hell.

As he finished speaking, the girl's soul, floating in the air, slowly drifted towards Chu Feng and Pan Yue, a strange light flickering in her hollow eyes. Her lips moved slightly, and she uttered a faint sound: "Save...save me..."

Chu Feng's heart sank as he watched the slowly drifting girl's soul approach. He knew that this girl's soul had been controlled by Butler Zhang, becoming his puppet. He tightened his grip on the Demon Slayer Blade, the cold touch of the blade bringing him some peace of mind.

Butler Zhang looked at Chu Feng with a cruel smile on his face: "The game has begun..." He pointed the crutch in his hand at Chu Feng again, "Let me see how many times you can dodge." A scarlet light suddenly lit up on the top of the black crutch, like the eyes of a devil, staring at Chu Feng.

"Do you think you can scare me like this?" Chu Feng snorted coldly, his eyes like torches, staring intently at the scarlet light, and slightly raised the Demon Slayer Knife in his hand...

The crimson light suddenly intensified, and a blood-red beam shot out from the tip of the cane, heading straight for Chu Feng's face. Chu Feng was prepared, rolling sideways and narrowly avoiding it. The beam grazed his cheek, and the scorching energy caused him to feel a stinging pain.

"Not bad." Butler Zhang's sinister voice echoed in the hall, "But how long can you hide?"

Before he finished speaking, Butler Zhang waved the crutch in his hand again, and the black air in the room seemed to come alive, turning into countless black tentacles, rushing towards Chu Feng from all directions.

Chu Feng wielded the Demon Slayer Blade, severing the attacking black tentacles one by one. But these tentacles seemed endless; every time he severed one, new ones would immediately sprout. Gradually, he felt a sense of exhaustion, and the speed of his Demon Slayer Blade's swing slowed.

"Hmph, you are overestimating yourself." Butler Zhang sneered and suddenly stopped the crutch in his hand. The black tentacles suddenly changed their attack method. They were no longer simply entangled and attacked, but began to intertwine with each other, forming a huge black spider web, covering Chu Feng.

Chu Feng's heart sank. He knew that if he got caught in this spiderweb, the consequences would be disastrous. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to focus. The Demon Slayer Blade in his hand blazed brightly. He stopped passively defending and instead attacked proactively, slashing towards the center of the web.

The blade flashed, splitting the spider web open. Chu Feng took the opportunity to rush out from the gap. He didn't dare to stop, and rushed towards Zhang Guanjia without stopping. He knew that only by defeating Zhang Guanjia could he escape from the predicament.

"Looking for death!" A trace of anger flashed in Butler Zhang's eyes, and the crutch in his hand lit up with a scarlet light again, and a thicker blood-red beam of light shot towards Chu Feng.

Chu Feng was well prepared. The moment the beam was fired, he ducked down and dodged the attack. At the same time, he thrust the Demon Slayer Knife towards Butler Zhang's chest.

Butler Zhang obviously didn't expect Chu Feng to take the initiative to attack. He didn't react in time and was stabbed in the chest by the tip of Chu Feng's knife.

"Ah!" Butler Zhang screamed, staggered backward, and the crutch in his hand fell to the ground.

Chu Feng was about to press on when he felt a powerful force push him away. He stumbled back a few steps and looked up to see the girl's spirit floating in the air, staring at him with empty eyes, her hands emitting a strange black light.

"Liu'er, stop it!" Butler Zhang shouted.

The girl's soul seemed not to hear Butler Zhang's call, and continued to slowly float towards Chu Feng. Chu Feng's heart sank, he knew that the girl's soul had been controlled too deeply by Butler Zhang and had lost her self-awareness.

He did not dare to be careless and once again tightened his grip on the Demon-Slaying Sword, ready to fight.

During the battle, Chu Feng was constantly concerned about Pan Yue's safety. He didn't know where Pan Yue was, or if he was safe. He secretly vowed to find Pan Yue and leave this hellish place together.

At this moment, he felt a strange vibration coming from under his feet. He looked down and found that the floor beneath his feet was slowly cracking, revealing the dark abyss below.

"Not good!" Chu Feng was shocked and quickly stepped back.

But it was too late. The floor began to crack faster and faster, and he felt his feet slip open and fell.

"Chu Feng!" Pan Yue's anxious voice came from a distance.

Chu Feng only felt a black screen before his eyes, and then he lost consciousness.

In the darkness, he seemed to hear a voice calling his name, the voice was ethereal and ethereal, as if it came from another world.

"Chu Feng..."