God Slayer: Make Up for the Past

Chu Feng fell into darkness, as if sinking into a bottomless abyss. The weightless feeling of falling disappeared, replaced by a piercing chill. He suddenly opened his eyes and found himself in an unfamiliar room. The room was dim and damp, dark green moss crawling on the walls, and the air was filled with the smell of decay.

"Pan Yue!" Chu Feng subconsciously called out his companion's name. His voice echoed in the empty room, but no one answered. He struggled to get up and found the floor beneath his feet was cold and smooth, like some unknown jade.

He looked around and found an ancient well in the center of the room. The well mouth was covered by a huge stone slab. From the cracks in the stone slab, wisps of cold air kept pouring out. It was this cold air that made the whole room extremely cold.

Chu Feng tried to push the stone slab, but found it motionless, as if it had merged with the ground. Just as he was wondering, he suddenly felt a powerful force surge from all directions, firmly holding him in place.

"Restriction!" Chu Feng was startled, realizing he had entered a dangerous area. The restriction was so powerful that he felt his body and will being eroded, and a sense of despair began to spread.

At this moment, a soft voice sounded in the room: "Who are you? Why are you trapped here?"

Chu Feng looked in the direction of the sound and saw a girl in a white dress floating not far from him. The girl had a delicate face and a pitiful expression, but her body was translucent, clearly not alive.

"Are you... a ghost?" Chu Feng asked warily.

The girl nodded slightly, a trace of sadness flashing in her eyes: "My name is Liu'er, and I have been trapped here for a long, long time."

Chu Feng was filled with doubts. The girl's appearance was too sudden, and her identity and purpose made him uneasy. He tried to mobilize the power in his body to resist the power of the restriction, but found that it was all in vain.

The power of the restriction grew stronger and stronger. Chu Feng felt his consciousness begin to blur and his body became weaker and weaker. He leaned against the wall helplessly, his heart filled with despair.

"Can you... help me?" Liu'er's voice sounded again, with a hint of pleading, "As long as you help me, I can take you away from here."

Chu Feng looked at the girl before him, his heart filled with conflict. He didn't know whether he should trust her, nor did he know what her motives were. But he knew clearly that if he continued to be trapped here, he would sooner or later be devoured by the power of the restriction.

"What do you want me to help you with?" Chu Feng asked with difficulty.

Liu'er floated in front of Chu Feng, extending a slender finger and pointing in the direction of the ancient well. "Help me... open that well..." Her voice gradually faded, eventually fading into thin air, leaving Chu Feng alone, struggling within the confines. An even more powerful force surged upon him, and Chu Feng's vision went dark... "You... will regret this..." A cold voice echoed through the room...

Chu Feng's vision went dark, and his consciousness seemed to plummet into a bottomless abyss. At this critical moment, a strange energy surged from his body, and time seemed to flow backwards, returning him to the moment before the forbidden power erupted. A strong sense of danger made him instinctively leap to the side, avoiding the strongest wave of the forbidden power.

He gasped for breath, his heart pounding violently, his clothes soaked with sweat. Although he had dodged the fatal blow, he was still trapped within the barrier, having only gained a brief respite. The chill in the room intensified, the moss seemed to come alive, crawling on the walls. The cold air from the ancient well continued to surge, making Chu Feng feel dizzy.

At this moment, Liu'er reappeared, floating in the air, her long white skirt fluttering gently in the cold air like a faint white lotus. Her eyes were slightly red, and her expression was pitiful, as if she would cry at any moment.

"Are you... okay?" Liu'er's voice was soft and weak, with a hint of trembling.

Chu Feng eyed her warily, the cold voice still echoing in his ears, "You...will regret this..." He couldn't be sure if Liu'er was friend or foe, and he didn't dare trust her words. This castle was filled with strangeness, and this seemingly fragile girl might be a trap set by an evil spirit.

"Who are you? Why are you helping me?" Chu Feng asked in a deep voice, staring at Liu'er sharply, trying to find a flaw in her eyes.

Liu'er bit her lips, tears welling up in her eyes. She floated gently in front of Chu Feng, stretched out her slender fingers, and pointed in the direction of the ancient well, "Please... help me open that well..." Her voice was as thin as a mosquito, full of helplessness and despair.

Chu Feng's heart was moved. This girl's acting was so realistic that if he hadn't personally experienced countless life-and-death trials, he would almost believe her. He suppressed the sympathy that welled up in his heart and said coldly, "Why should I believe you? Who are you?"

Liu'er's body trembled slightly, and tears finally slid down her pale cheeks. She choked and said, "I... My name is Liu'er. I am trapped here... A poor person..."

Chu Feng looked at her tearful appearance, and a ripple of emotion welled up in his heart. This girl's appearance did indeed inspire pity, but in this strange castle, the more beautiful something was, the more likely it was to hide deadly danger.

Seeing that Chu Feng was unmoved, Liu'er's eyes flashed with despair. She slowly floated to Chu Feng's side, gently pulled the corner of his clothes, and said in a crying voice: "Please... help me..." She raised her head and looked at Chu Feng pitifully, her eyes full of helplessness and expectation.

Chu Feng's heart stirred again, but he remained vigilant. He felt Liu'er's hand was icy cold, as if it had no warmth at all. He suddenly shook Liu'er's hand away, took a step back, and said coldly, "Tell me, who are you? In that well..." He paused, his eyes fixed on the ancient well, and spoke word by word, "...what's there?"

Liu'er's body trembled slightly. She slowly raised her head, a complex look flashing in her eyes. "In there..." She paused, her voice almost inaudible, "It's my body..."

Liu'er drifted closer to Chu Feng, her delicate fragrance drifting into his nostrils. It was a strange scent, tinged with a hint of coldness, yet strangely alluring. Her eyes were filled with helplessness and anticipation, like a drowning person grasping at a last straw. She gently tugged at the corner of Chu Feng's clothes, and the cool touch of her fingertips sent a chill through his heart. Chu Feng could almost feel her breath close to him, the faint sadness emanating from her. The girl's delicate and pitiful appearance was truly irresistible. A ripple of emotion welled up in his heart, but reason told him that in this eerie castle, everything could be a deadly trap.

He forced himself to look away, took a deep breath, and tried to stay alert. "Your body? What do you mean?"

Liu'er bit her lip, tears welling up in her eyes again, "I... I was killed by the evil spirit, my soul is trapped here, and my body... is sealed in that well..." Her voice trembled with a hint of crying, which sounded heartbreaking.

Chu Feng looked at her tearful face, feeling a mixture of sympathy and doubt. He didn't know whether to believe her. The girl's story sounded truly tragic, but in this eerie castle, who could guarantee that it was all true? He had encountered countless disguises before, and he knew that the more beautiful something was, the more likely it was to conceal deadly danger.

Seeing that Chu Feng remained unmoved, Liu Er's eyes flashed with despair. She once again grabbed Chu Feng's clothes and cried, "Please... help me... As long as you help me get my body back, I... I'm willing to do anything for you..."

She raised her head and looked at Chu Feng pitifully, her eyes filled with helplessness and anticipation. Those eyes were clear and pure, as if devoid of any impurities, yet held an indescribable allure. Chu Feng's heart stirred again. He felt Liu'er's hand was icy cold, as if devoid of any warmth. He hesitated, but ultimately didn't let go of her hand.

Is the spirit of Miss Liu a friend or an enemy? Can Chu Feng break the restrictions of the ancient castle?

Every brick and stone, every breath of air in this castle, was filled with an eerie aura. Chu Feng felt like a stray insect caught in a spider's web, trapped in a cage filled with unknown dangers. He took a deep breath, trying to remain calm. He looked at the girl before him, his heart filled with conflict and struggle.

"Okay," Chu Feng finally spoke, his voice low and hoarse, "I'll help you."

A hint of surprise appeared on Liu'er's face, and she burst into laughter, "Thank you... Thank you..."

Chu Feng said nothing. He walked to the ancient well and looked down. The well was bottomless, pitch black inside, as if it led to another world. A cold air surged from the bottom of the well, making him feel dizzy. He took a deep breath and was about to reach out to touch the edge of the well when...

"Dong...Dong...Dong..." A series of heavy footsteps came from a distance, as if an army was approaching...