A useless person with five spiritual roots? I sacrificed the proud daughter of heaven.

Upon seeing this, Sheng He hurriedly tried to retract Ao Shuang, but a tremendous force suddenly surged from the double-headed spear.

With a loud "bang!", Aoshuang broke in two. Immediately afterward, the remaining spiritual energy exploded on Aoshuang's sword, and Aoshuang shattered into several pieces in an instant.

The snow-white hilt fell to the ground, the main body was broken, and the other phantoms disappeared one by one.

The woman was still tightly bound by the vines, but she calmly watched everything. The next moment, the tip of the double-headed spear turned and pointed directly at Sheng He.

Seeing Aoshuang shatter, Shenghe's mind went blank for a moment before she quickly regained her senses. Just as the double-headed spear was about to pierce her, she was about to burn her bloodline to forcibly enhance her cultivation when she suddenly heard a "beep!" sound.

The double-headed gun seemed to have pierced something, its speed gradually slowing down before it was gently bounced back.

The woman frowned and urged the double-headed gun on again.

This time, with another "beep!" sound, the double-headed gun was bounced back again.

This time, however, Sheng He clearly saw the fleeting seven-colored light and the enormous lotus petals in front of him.

This is... a seven-colored lotus platform?

The double-headed spear split apart, transforming back into two short blades and returning to the woman's hands. She took out a fire talisman, and as the flames burned, the vines that had been binding her quickly retreated.

Holding a short blade, she defiantly lunged at Sheng He again.

Seven-colored petals automatically appeared around Sheng He. When the short blade touched the petals, the touch was soft, like piercing water.

With Sheng He right in front of her, the woman forcefully stabbed at Sheng He's eyes with her short blade.

"beep!"

"beep!"

The petals twitched slightly, and a springy force came from the short blade, knocking the woman back several steps. She looked at Sheng He with surprise and uncertainty.

"what is this?"

"Seven-colored lotus platform, you probably can't kill me."

Sheng He's face had returned to calm. She bent down and picked up the broken pieces of Aoshuang one by one.

"How many spirit stones will Wu Yan offer to buy my life?"

"Wu Yan?"

Sheng He stared intently at the woman, and seeing that the woman's doubt seemed genuine, she suddenly chuckled softly and carefully placed Ao Shuang into her storage ring.

"So it's Jiang Xuanli."

“I’ll pay double whatever spirit stones he offers, and you kill him for me.”

The woman raised an eyebrow, and taking advantage of Sheng He's inattention, the short blade in her hand flew out again.

With a "thud," the short blade bounced back.

The woman was completely deflated and kicked a small stone at her feet in frustration.

“Hey, the Seven Killings Pavilion has rules, you can’t do this. I accepted his mission, so I absolutely can’t go back on my word.”

"three times."

The woman didn't speak.

Five times.

The woman clicked her tongue and scratched her head. "Even if you offer a hundred times the amount, it won't make a difference. Rules are rules. If I betray you, the sect leader will kill me."

"Alright, then we won't kill Jiang Xuanli."

Sheng He smiled and looked at the woman: "You can't kill me now anyway, so you might as well just sit around doing nothing."

"I'll pay you to kill two people for me. How many spirit stones do you want?"

……

When Sheng He returned to her room, a figure flashed past the door. Sheng He stared at the tightly closed door for a while, then glanced back at the intact barrier, turned around, and kicked the door open.

The room was dimly lit, the bedding on the bed was neatly folded at the foot of the bed, the teapot on the table was empty, and there was a thin layer of dust on the floor, which did not look like anyone had lived there.

However, she had just clearly sensed a slight fluctuation of spiritual energy in the room.

Sheng He looked up, cautiously observing every corner of the room.

The sound of the door being kicked startled the others. Xiao Er huddled outside the door, peeking inside cautiously.

"Sir, what brings you here?"

Has anyone stayed in this room before?

Upon hearing Sheng He's words, Xiao Er seemed to remember something and took a few steps back.

"Sir, someone died in this room before, and the innkeeper locked it up because he thinks it's unlucky. No one has stayed there for months. You'd better come out quickly, it's bad luck!"

Sheng He looked at a certain spot in the room, nodded thoughtfully, and took out a silver ingot from his pocket, handing it to the waiter.

"I couldn't sleep and came out for a walk. There was a small problem with our room; I accidentally broke the door. Consider this money as compensation to the inn."

"Consider the extra part as a treat for the waiter to have some tea. Please lock the door as it was originally."

The waiter weighed the silver ingot in his hand, and immediately beamed with joy. After quickly locking the door, he carried the silver ingot downstairs, humming a little tune.

The crowd that had come out to watch the excitement gradually dispersed. Sheng He stood at the door, and as she slightly opened her right hand, countless vines reached into the room through the window. When she felt a slight fluctuation of spiritual energy in the air again, she immediately climbed out the window and went downstairs to check.

Green vines formed a cage, which looked particularly terrifying, perhaps because the figure inside was struggling incessantly and the vines were constantly twisting.

Sheng He gently moved her fingers, and the vines that were wrapped around her gradually receded. The trapped figure immediately tried to escape, but a vine tightly wrapped around her ankle.

Sheng He squinted and carefully examined the figure in front of him.

It was indeed just a figure, without flesh, and under the moonlight, there wasn't even a shadow.

Black blood kept flowing from her seven orifices, her fingernails were sharp and long, and a red rope was tied around her neck. Even though there was no wind, the end of the red rope was strangely drifting northward.

This is... a ghoul?

An elder of the Qingyun Sect once mentioned during a lecture that the demon was an evil creature created by a wicked cultivator. After torturing and killing a woman, the demon would forcibly extract her soul while her three souls and seven spirits were still inside her body and tie them up with a red rope.

This red rope is made of a special material and has been soaked in the blood of the evil cultivator himself, so that the soul of the demon will not be scattered.

The evil cultivator controls the demon through this red rope. The demon will remain in its gruesome state before death. As long as the red rope is unbroken, the demon will be immortal.

How could a ghost suddenly appear here?

Sheng He frowned, tentatively took out his iron sword, and slashed at the demon with all his might.

The succubus's head was instantly cleaved in two, but when the iron sword touched the red rope, it was as if it had encountered something incredibly hard, and the iron sword instantly bent.

The succubus's head, which had been cut in two, gradually healed. She roared, her scarlet eyes fixed on Sheng He. If it weren't for the vines binding her feet, she would have pounced on him long ago.

Sheng He tried to cut off the demon's head again, but just as the elder said, the red rope was unbroken, and the demon was immortal.

The head that had fallen to the ground slowly floated in the air, and the body that had been controlled by the vines gradually dissipated, and the succubus grew a new body.

Freed from the vines' restraint, the succubus bared her sharp fangs and pounced on Sheng He like a madwoman. But before she could even touch Sheng He's clothes, she suddenly grabbed the red rope around her neck with both hands.

The end of the red rope was pulled straight, and in the next instant, the succubus was lifted into the air, only to be pulled back down by the red rope.