As soon as I put it on, I met a sickly man

The sound of the flute was getting closer and closer. Xiaoxuan and Ding Chen exchanged glances and walked towards the direction of the flute cautiously.

Xiaoxuan's slender fingers tightly grasped the medicine bag, her knuckles slightly whitening, and she took every step with extreme caution, as if she was stepping on thin ice.

Ding Chen protected Xiaoxuan behind him, his eyes sharp as torches as he scanned the thick fog around him vigilantly, fearing that any danger might approach.

The trapped Xuanfeng could only watch them leave, his heart filled with resentment and anger, but he was powerless to stop them.

He glared at their backs fiercely and growled through gritted teeth, "You trespassers, don't even think about escaping!"

The surrounding fog seemed to flow with the rhythm of the flute music, sometimes gathering and sometimes dispersing, like a living thing, adding a bit of weird atmosphere.

Xiaoxuan and Ding Chen held their breath, feeling the dampness and coldness brought by the fog, and became increasingly nervous.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in the fog, a woman in white, holding a jade flute, standing there quietly, as if she had merged into one with the fog.

She is Youruo, the owner of Diyin.

Youruo's face was cold, like a snow lotus on an iceberg, without a trace of emotion.

She slowly raised her eyes, her gaze fixed on Ding Chen and Xiao Xuan, and her voice was as clear as ice beads falling to the ground: "Leave here."

Ding Chen and Xiaoxuan looked at each other. They had finally come here, how could they give up easily?

Ding Chen stepped forward and said firmly, "We want to know the secret of this flute sound."

Youruo didn't say anything, just watched them quietly. Seeing this, Xuanfeng on the side shouted, "They are trespassers, kick them out!"

Youruo still ignored Xuanfeng and slowly raised the jade flute in her hand...

Youruo gently waved the jade flute in her hand, and in an instant, the surrounding fog seemed to be injected with life, suddenly condensing into countless sharp blades, carrying a terrifying chill, and shot towards Ding Chen and Xiaoxuan densely.

The sound of the blade breaking through the air was sharp and piercing, like the whisper of death, buzzing in the ears.

Each sharp blade flashed with a faint blue light, as if it was poisoned, which was chilling.

Ding Chen and Xiaoxuan looked particularly embarrassed under this overwhelming attack.

They dodged left and right, their clothes were torn in several places, revealing tiny bloodstains underneath.

Xiaoxuan gritted her teeth and covered her scratched arm with one hand. Her hair was scattered messily on her shoulders and her face turned pale with fear.

Ding Chen protected Xiaoxuan while trying his best to dodge. Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and his breathing became heavy.

The sharp blades rained down like raindrops, blocking almost all their escape routes.

Xuanfeng watched them hiding in a panic like trapped beasts, and his heart was filled with the pleasure of revenge.

He shouted in a gloating tone: "You guys think you can pry into the secrets? You really overestimate your abilities! Let me show you how powerful Lord Youruo is!" He looked at the embarrassed appearance of Ding Chen and Xiaoxuan, and a smug and cruel smile appeared on his face.

At this critical moment, Ding Chen suddenly jumped up and rushed towards Youruo like an arrow.

He wanted to use his actions to break this seemingly unsolvable dilemma. He firmly believed that as long as he could disrupt Youruo's rhythm, they might still have a chance of survival.

His actions were beyond everyone's expectations, including Youruo.

Youruo obviously did not expect Ding Chen to be so bold. A rare expression of surprise appeared on her cold face.

Her hand holding the jade flute paused slightly, and the originally smooth flute sound began to vibrate with a discordant tremor.

This brief pause bought Ding Chen precious time.

"Ding Chen, be careful!" Xiaoxuan's heart instantly rose to her throat as she watched Ding Chen rushing towards Youruo regardless of everything. Her worried cry sounded particularly rapid in the fog.

There was a slight tremor in her voice, which expressed both her worry for Ding Chen and her own powerlessness.

Youruo's eyes, as deep as an ancient well, stared at Ding Chen who rushed in front of her, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, as if smiling.

She raised the jade flute in her hand, and the flute emitted an even colder light. Then, a series of rapid notes burst out from the flute holes.

The sound of the flute suddenly changed, becoming sharp and piercing, like the scream of a ghost.

The fog rolled and condensed into creatures of various shapes, with ferocious faces and bared fangs and claws, pouncing towards Ding Chen.

Some of them look like tigers, with sharp claws flashing with cold light; some look like giant pythons, with fangs dripping with sticky liquid; and some look like bats, making creepy screams.

Ding Chen waved the sword in his hand, and the sword flashed, cutting down the monsters that pounced on him one by one.

However, these fog creatures seemed endless, coming one after another. Ding Chen gradually felt overwhelmed. He had several wounds on his body that were deep enough to see the bones, and his clothes were stained with blood.

He gritted his teeth, his eyes were determined, and he continued to swing the sword vigorously, with no intention of retreating.

Even though his body was covered with wounds, he still stood firm, like a towering mountain, guarding Xiaoxuan behind him.

He understood that he could not fall down, as he was Xiaoxuan's only support.

"Ding Chen!" Xiaoxuan felt heartbroken when she saw this.

She rushed to Ding Chen regardless of everything, with the silver needles in her hands flying, accurately piercing the acupuncture points on Ding Chen's body to stop the bleeding and heal his wounds.

At the same time, she took out a few pills from the medicine bag and stuffed them into Ding Chen's mouth, "Swallow it quickly!"

Xiaoxuan's gaze fell on the jade flute in Youruo's hand. She found that as the sound of the flute changed, the surrounding fog would also fluctuate, as if the sound of the flute was the key to controlling the fog.

A bold idea came to her mind.

She took a deep breath and shot the silver needle in her hand towards the jade flute in Youruo's hand.

The silver needle hit the jade flute accurately, making a crisp sound.

The flute music suddenly stopped, and the surrounding fog creatures instantly collapsed to the ground like puppets that had lost control.

Youruo's face suddenly changed, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, staining her white clothes red.

She clutched her chest and curled up on the ground in pain.

"You...you actually..." She pointed at Xiaoxuan, her voice trembling, but she couldn't say a complete sentence.

Ding Chen looked at Xiaoxuan, his eyes full of surprise and admiration, "Xiaoxuan, you are amazing!"

As Youruo's flute music stopped, the surrounding fog began to gradually dissipate, revealing its original appearance.

A huge stone gate appeared before their eyes. The stone gate was engraved with strange runes and exuded an ancient and mysterious atmosphere. No one knew what was hidden behind it.

"Let's go." Ding Chen took Xiaoxuan's hand and walked towards the stone gate...