Fairy, help me practice

　Candle tears?

　"Uh--"

　"I can't do this!"

　The bestial voice in the center of the hall spoke again.

　Chen Yao concentrated his mind, made hand gestures, and slowly moved forward step by step.

　The voice didn't seem to notice him.

　"This technique is too evil. I can't do this! I can't eat people! No! Not even civilians!"

　"Hahahaha... Have you forgotten the pain of falling? Have you forgotten that if you can't break through again, you will die of old age?"

　The voice suddenly became shrill, harsh and tempting.

　"No no no..."

　"Hahaha, it's too late! Look up, look up!"

　At this time, Chen Yao had approached the center of the hall and could vaguely see a hunched figure. He was leaning forward with his upper body naked, and was slowly twisting his neck and twisting his face backward to look at the chandelier.

　Chen Yao also looked up.

　The red candles on the hangers were no longer red candles, but twisted broken hands.

　What dripped down the branches of the hanger was not candle wax, but sticky blood and meat paste.

　“No…Ahhhh—”

　Blood and flesh fell on the figure's face. The man covered his face in horror and pain, his whole body trembling and his back broken.

　Chen Yao stopped, shocked beyond words.

　“What a pity.”

　The broken back healed again after absorbing the dripping flesh and blood, and the human voice became full of vitality, without the previous entanglement and pain.

　“It’s a pity that it’s not fresh enough.”

　"It's okay, there's something new coming, look."

　The shrimp-like hunched figure suddenly turned his upper body, making a "crack" sound as if the spine was broken, and looked at Chen Yao.

　Chen Yao couldn't see his eyes, but he could feel his greedy and bloody look.

　The figure treated Chen Yao as food delivered to his doorstep.

　……

　……

　Everything was quiet.

　Jiang Bailin was a little confused. Did he step into the black door?

　The vast and empty hall was still before my eyes.

　The red candles on the ceiling of the hall flickered, and the atmosphere was quiet and peaceful.

　She looked back and found that the door to where she came from was gone.

　"Yu Dingyi?"

　no respond.

　Jiang Bailin's silver hairpin spun, protecting his body.

　She was not worried about herself, but Chen Yao, so she flew into the air and quickly searched for the trace of the Black Gate.

　No.

　Not only was the black door gone, but even the main door they had come in through had disappeared.

　Jiang Bailin was trapped.

　The silver hairpin shone like a stream and hit the wall heavily.

　There was no expected sound of impact, and the feeling of the attack was so strange that it made Jiang Bailin feel nauseous.

　The silver hairpin flashed back into her hand, and Jiang Bailin's face became solemn and tense.

　Tick ​​tock!

　In the red light, the wall she hit was dripping with sticky red liquid.

　Then she suspected that her eyes were blurry.

　The wall that was dripping with bright red blood began to twitch as if freshly cut flesh and blood had been cut.

　"Senior! Senior, save me!!"

　From beneath the chandelier in the center of the hall came rapid and anxious voices, shrill and hysterical.

　Jiang Bailin turned around suddenly and found several vague figures there.

　Several figures surrounded a figure in the middle who was twisting and twitching.

　"My Saint Sect's skills are only available to those with destiny. If you encounter problems while practicing, you can only blame yourself for not having destiny."

　A figure on the periphery spoke in a flat voice, unable to tell whether it was a man or a woman.

　"No, no, since I summoned all of you seniors, it means we are destined to be together!"

　"You know us?"

　Another figure asked harshly.

　"Yes, yes! Back in the Mingyang Sect, I had the honor of seeing it... Ah!"

　One of them raised his hand slightly, and the head of the twisted figure kneeling on the ground in the middle collapsed in half, and then slowly recovered in extreme pain.

　Jiang Bailin frowned.

　"I was wrong. I shouldn't have been disrespectful to the seniors."

　"Well, what you said makes some sense. We actually met,

　It's fate. You've almost mastered the Nine-Nine Transformation Technique. Wouldn't it be a shame if you collapsed right now?"

　"Yes, yes, senior, you are absolutely right!"

　The figure kowtowed repeatedly.

　"I will show you a clear path."

　"What clear path?"

　"Cut off worldly ties and dissect the inner demons."

　"Dust Fate? Inner Demon?"

　"Your family in this City Lord's Mansion is Chen Yuan, and what you fear in this City Lord's Mansion is your inner demon."

　"Relatives?" The kneeling figure shuddered.

　"Jiu Luo?" The kneeling figure twisted.

　"You're reluctant? You don't dare?"

　The kneeling figure shrank even more.

　"Don't worry. Since we've given you some pointers, we're also bound by karma with you. We'll just help you to the end."

　The figures on the periphery all pointed at the figure in the middle. The figure screamed, and his flesh fell to the ground like a piece of torn clothing.

　Jiang Bailin gasped.

　The figures all turned their heads.

　"Who is there!"

　The bloody and brutal murderous aura pressed down like a wall.

　……

　When the figure came closer, Chen Yao still couldn't see his appearance clearly, but his sword had already been drawn.

　With a whistling sound, the figure was cut in half and fell to the ground.

　The hall returned to silence.

　There is no blood.

　Chen Yao looked at the two corpses and found that they had turned into red shadows, melting in the dark red candlelight and spreading out.

　"Hahaha……"

　Low laughter came from all directions.

　Chen Yao raised his eyebrows and slashed at the chandelier with a sword.

　The branches of the chandelier twisted to avoid the sharp sword energy but failed, and fell like rain.

　The dark red candlelight brightened a little, and in the shadow under the chandelier, a human figure slowly emerged.

　The scene when Chen Yao just came in was re-enacted.

　Is this a photo? Not a real person?

　Chen Yao walked over and swung his sword. The figure split into two like water waves, and then rippled and merged into one.

　It is indeed a shadow.

　But, where did Jiang Bailin go?

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Chapter 274: Lonely Ghost

　Jiang Bailin was trapped.

　What she faced was also taking pictures.

　This became clear after she died once and woke up again.

　At this moment, she was hiding in the corner of the hall wall, trying not to make any noise, and watching the scenes repeating themselves under the chandelier with panic.

　But this recurring scene seemed alive and could cause "harm" to her.

　She didn't know who these figures were, but their abilities could only be described as incredible.

　Every time at a critical moment, her every breath would be discovered like a raging north wind, followed by an extremely painful and terrifying death process.

　Jiang Bailin was trapped in this photo, trapped in the experience of death again and again.

　She was now sweating all over, her face was pale, and she had put away her silver hairpin.

　In the face of such a powerful enemy, magical weapons of her level are completely useless.

　In this helpless predicament, Jiang Bailin suddenly found that she missed Chen Yao very much. She didn't know that Chen Yao was Chen Yao, and thought Yu Dingyi was his real name.

　But she immediately shook off the thought. What's the point even if he is with her now?

　Not to mention that these are just strange illusions, just looking at the tyranny of these people, nothing will change if he stays there, but only one more person will suffer.

　Jiang Bailin! You can't be scared. Think about it again. Look again. Is there anything else that's suspicious?

　If there is an entrance, there must be an exit.

　As he was thinking, Jiang Bailin suddenly had an idea and fixed his eyes on the chandelier at the top of the hall.

　Perhaps it was the change in the amplitude of her gaze, or perhaps it was because she had discovered a possible way out and suddenly became excited, her breathing became heavier.

　The figures under the chandelier all looked at her again, and then quickly flashed over and tore her into pieces...

　Jiang Bailin woke up in pain on the verge of collapse. The hall without doors or windows was still as scarlet as usual.

　Under the swaying chandelier, the shadows are still covering the old drama.

　Jiang Bailin's face was determined. He took out the silver hairpin from his bun and fixed his eyes on the chandelier.

　"Squeak-yah-"

　The chandelier seemed to shrink under her gaze, making a twisted and long steel friction sound.