Chapter 167 Is It Really Just... A Den of Ghosts?
Li Yuan walked closer to the crying child step by step.
"Hey, little brat, your mother wants you to go back."
The child squatting on the street and crying softly did not move, just sobbing.
Li Yuan walked over and patted the child on the shoulder.
The child turned his head suddenly, and in the darkness, his face without any facial features was particularly creepy.
Li Yuan was stunned for a moment:
"How can you cry without any facial features?"
The paper ghost child turned its face towards Li Yuan, motionless, as if staring at him.
In the dark night, a faceless child let out faint sobbing sounds.
If an ordinary person saw this, they would have turned around and ran away.
But Li Yuan was fearless after all, and the two sides just stared at each other in a stalemate for a long time.
The eerie wind was particularly eerie, as if something terrible was howling in the wind, making one's back feel cold.
But Li Yuan's ears were uncomfortable because of the noise, so he also howled.
"Your name is Nima!"
"It's called Nima!"
"What the hell!"
The sound echoed in the eerie ancient town, as if filled with some kind of power, instantly interrupting the gloomy wind.
For a moment, the crying and wailing stopped abruptly as if someone was strangled by the neck.
It was as if the existence in the dark night had not expected this.
But when Li Yuan looked back again, he found that the faceless ghost child in front of him suddenly had a face.
Moreover, they are exactly Li Yuan's facial features.
Beside the street, a sharp, piercing, weird laugh came from the window with two terrifying claws sticking out.
"Your face belongs to my child! Hehehe..."
The laughter was strange, echoing in the streets, as if it had a special magic.
The little ghost boy had Li Yuan's face on his face, let out a hideous grin, and pounced towards Li Yuan.
Li Yuan scratched his head and kicked the little kid away.
He strode directly towards the window.
The terrifying claws tried to retract, but were grabbed by Li Yuan.
A biting chill came from the claws, like solid ice.
A sharp salivating sound came from the window, and the claws no longer retracted, as if the evil plan had succeeded:
"Such delicious flesh and blood..."
"After so many years, you are the first one who dares to approach..."
The voice from inside the window was pulled out by Li Yuan before he could finish speaking.
A bald, long-haired, rat-like, pale-skinned, shriveled humanoid monster was forcibly dragged out of the window.
Li Yuan held the humanoid monster in one hand and felt a little disgusted.
The humanoid monster let out a sharp and shrill howl, and its terrifying claws tried to strangle Li Yuan.
Li Yuan frowned slightly and threw it casually.
boom!
The shriveled and pale humanoid monster was thrown into a room and hit the door heavily, leaving a pool of sticky blood!
The terrifying humanoid monster twitched a few times, stood up again, and screamed at Li Yuan like a demon.
However, behind it, the door of the room suddenly opened a crack.
A rotten, maggoty arm quietly stretched out and dragged it into the house!
The humanoid monster didn't even have time to react before he was instantly dragged into the pitch-black house.
The room was silent, except for a strange chewing sound that suddenly rang out after a moment.
Along with the chewing sound, there was also a faint strange laugh.
It feels like the friction of rubble, making one's ears hurt.
After Li Yuan roughly guessed the situation, he became somewhat annoyed by such disgusting and sinister tricks.
The little devil rushed over again, but was kicked to pieces by Li Yuan.
Blood splattered all over the ground, staining the street red.
"Evolving a ghost den is a good method!"
Li Yuan looked around and snorted coldly.
He roughly deduced the current situation.
Li Yuan can roughly judge:
He was in the ancient town, yet not in it.
To be exact, I was in some horrible ghost town.
All the weird things you see are the strange methods used by ghosts.
It's like two different levels of space.
It seems like reality and illusion, like unreal and reality.
The ghost den is a place of magical powers and techniques, but it is also a semi-real space.
Everything here can be true or false.
But if the intruder really dies in the ghost den, he will become a part of the ghost den and will never be able to escape.
Even reincarnation is impossible.
When someone mistakenly enters a den of evil and tries to find a way out in panic, he or she has gradually approached the shadow of death.
If you don't want to die in a den of evil, it's best not to wander around.
Otherwise, you might really walk into the underworld, or even an even more terrifying and strange forbidden area.
Those places are even more terrifying than the den of ghosts.
"But, although the ghost den is strong, it is not unbreakable!"
"No matter who you are, stop now and I will let your remaining soul enter reincarnation!"
Li Yuan stood in the dark night, his eyes like flaming glass and the scorching sun.
There seemed to be a sound of snickering in the windy street.
"Is it really just a den of ghosts?"
The snickering in the wind was sad and mournful.
"Really... just a ghost den?"
Murmurs were heard from a dark room.
"Is it really just... a den of ghosts?"
The little kid who was kicked to pieces by Li Yuan had his rotten flesh and limbs gathered in a pile.
The half face that still bore traces of Li Yuan's facial features stared at Li Yuan deeply.
"Is it really... just... a den of ghosts...?"
"Hehehe..."
"Really, just a ghost den?"
"It's just a den of ghosts...hahaha...it's just a den of ghosts?"
On the street, doors and windows suddenly opened, and all kinds of strange noises came out from inside.
Countless voices of men and women, old and young, were heard, repeating this sentence.
The tone of each voice was different, and the noises coming from each room were also very strange.
It was like a living town with all the residents staying indoors.
Using the same sentence, but asking different questions.
Li Yuan frowned deeply.
These voices were full of magical power, interfering with his will all the time.
And those repetitive, questioning words, with complex tones, are incredibly real.
It was as if there were real living people in every room.
The streets were dark and the wind was howling.
There were sounds coming from every room, but nothing was actually leaving the house.
The open door seemed like some kind of restriction.
"Don't even think about messing with my mind!"
Li Yuan pinched his fingers and his eyes were cold.
He didn't want to think about the meaning behind this sentence.
I don't want to follow the other party's rhythm.
Li Yuan cast a spell, and a brilliant light shone from his body.
He soared into the sky, like the scorching sun, and the light expanded instantly, illuminating the entire space.
The street suddenly lit up at this moment.
On the ground, the little ghost boy's rotten flesh instantly turned into powder and dissipated between heaven and earth.
Li Yuan's body was like the sun, illuminating everything. The light seemed to have intelligence, bypassing the roof and walls and forcing its way into the house.
All the voices in the house were howling, as if they were burned by the sun, miserable and resentful.
The streets seemed to be melting, and the bricks and tiles of the houses were all dissipating and turning into blue smoke.
But at this moment, an old voice lamented.
"Is it really just... a den of ghosts?"
When this voice sounded, everything returned to its original state.
The 'big sun' went out, and its light dimmed.
The street returned to its previous state, with doors and windows closed and a faint eerie atmosphere.
Li Yuan's spell casting was forcibly interrupted by a strange force. His immortal energy flowed backwards, his breath became disordered, and he fell from the sky.
Fortunately, I reacted in time and didn't fall down directly.
Li Yuan landed calmly.
After steadying himself and looking up, he discovered that he had arrived outside the charity cemetery on the edge of the ancient town.
Three blood-red coffins were lying outside the charity cemetery.
There was a heart-pounding horror in the silence.
The most terrifying thing is that a crack has quietly been opened in a large red lacquer coffin...