In the main hall, Wang Ye retracted his gaze.
The sound of this scripture really carried the typical bewitching quality of the Buddhist clan.
However, why did the young man who seemed to have completely collapsed mentally show no reaction at all?
Thinking of something, Wang Ye silently glanced at the young woman beside him, who was filled with despair and slumped on the ground.
These Buddhist clansmen were really not as simple as they appeared on the surface.
It seemed he had somewhat underestimated them.
But if the futon could resist the power of the spirit tablets, why must one sit on the futon?
Pondering this, Wang Ye had some vague guesses, but did not take action.
After the crowd had panickedly exited the back hall, he slowly walked to the front of the Buddha statue again and carefully observed it.
It seemed that after the middle-aged woman's death, the statue had become slightly more vivid.
Raising his head to look at the statue's face, for some reason, looking at its smile, he felt an involuntary urge to kneel down and worship it.
But Wang Ye felt something was off about this Buddha statue, as if something was not right, but he could not say what.
And at this moment...
The fifth strike of the wooden fish sounded.
Qin Xin
Everyone froze in place, their eyes fixed intensely on the fifth spirit tablet.
Seeing that it was not their own name that appeared, they all heaved a sigh of relief.
But...
No one inside the hall had an intense reaction.
Who was Qin Xin?
Wang Ye looked thoughtfully at Xiao Si beside him, but did not move.
Could Xiao Si be called Qin Xin?
On this trip to the Ancient Domain, he had unexpectedly learned her name. Perhaps when he returned, he could look up information on her to find out more about her background.
As for worrying, that was impossible...
If her body had not been sealed, this woman would have been terrifyingly powerful.
Sure enough, that mysterious energy floated in the air again, but like the earlier shadow, it was devoured and vanished when it touched Xiao Si's body.
The spirit tablet exploded again!
It blew up again?
In the corner, Luo Ping, with a pale face, watched this scene somewhat blankly.
Just who was this Qin Xin?
The only woman in the hall was already dead. The only one left was that ghost and the one behind her whose entire body was covered and face could not be seen clearly.
Could it be her?
Thinking this, Luo Ping became even more wary and continued scheming.
Perhaps he could take advantage of these two ghosts to set a trap for Wang Ye?
But why had Wang Ye's spirit tablet also exploded? What kind of place was this?
Luo Ping did not know what he had smeared on his buttocks, but although the flesh had not regenerated, the bleeding had stopped.
Would the names that had appeared not show up again?
Wang Ye pondered this. The only ones left in the hall whose names had not appeared yet were himself and that young Buddhist clansman.
If his human skin mask really could interfere with the spirit tablet's judgment, then only one person was left.
But if it could not, then it was a 50% chance of death.
The young man seemed unaware of this problem. He still sat on the ground somewhat derangedly, appearing to have completely lost his mind, occasionally mumbling something under his breath.
This guy had apparently not moved from that spot for a long time.
After sensing something off about the young man who was pretending to be insane, Wang Ye had been silently observing him the whole time.
Suddenly, Wang Ye realized that ever since he had chopped the spirit tablet, this guy had remained seated in that spot, as if rooted there. Whether it was when the others went to the back hall, or when the middle-aged woman died, this youth did not budge an inch from his original position.
There was something strange about that spot on the floor!
Wang Ye judged in an instant!
None of those who could come to the Ancient Domain were simple.
Including the middle-aged woman who had appeared to barely hang on earlier. If not for the old man secretly swiping the woman's bronze oil lamp, the first to die probably would have been that old man instead.
If he had not witnessed it with his own eyes in the corner, Wang Ye might also have been fooled by the old man's consummate acting and feigned grief and indignation.
Fortunately, he had been pretending to be a ghost the whole time, so no one had targeted him.
But it had already been a few minutes since the last strike of the wooden fish. The scripture recitation was almost deafening now, and everyone no longer had the ability to move, standing frozen in place to resist it.
After the next strike of the wooden fish ended, their death sentences would probably be announced.
Silently watching that Buddhist youth, Wang Ye quietly gave Xiao Si instructions.
Under the vigilant gazes of everyone, Xiao Si seemed completely unaffected by the pressure of the Buddhist scriptures. She walked into the back hall and stood motionless in front of the Buddha statue.
And Wang Ye stood right in front of the spirit tablet, shoulder to shoulder with the one wearing his face.
Beneath his feet was placed a futon.
The shadow turned its head curiously and looked at Wang Ye. After carefully examining Wang Ye's face for a while, it stiffly retracted its gaze.
The atmosphere once again became still.
Time ticked by second by second. Despair was appearing on Luo Ping and the old man's faces.
Finally...
The sixth strike of the wooden fish sounded.
Wang Ye's gaze was fixed on the spirit tablet as he quietly waited.
Lin Nan
A 50% chance it wouldn't be him, right?
Or rather, the human skin mask really could block the spirit tablet.
Wang Ye stood motionless in place.
He believed this young man pretending to be insane was about to make a move.
Sure enough.
That Buddhist youth called Lin Nan suddenly stood up, completely unaffected by the scriptures' suppression. He grabbed a nearby futon, strode to the front of the spirit tablet, and covered it with the futon.
As if stimulated, countless veins surged out from the futon, entangling the spirit tablet.
Two kinds of energy constantly undulated in the air.
After being deadlocked for several seconds, the spirit tablet trembled slightly and cracks appeared.
The writing on it slowly faded away, seemingly having lost all its power and becoming an ordinary wooden tablet.
Seizing this opportunity, Wang Ye's gaze landed on the spot where the youth had been sitting directly on the floor.
Unlike the other floorboards, the patterns on the spot where the youth sat converged to form the shape of an eye.
After completing his actions, the youth tossed away the futon, about to return to that special spot on the floor.
But...
Wang Ye gently took two steps and stood on it.
Instantly, the sound of the scriptures vanished from Wang Ye's mind.
...
So this spot on the floor also had this effect.
On the other side, the young man's expression became gloomy when he saw this scene.
He had pretended to be insane this whole time precisely so he could stand on this special spot without arousing suspicion.
But he had not expected...
Staring intently at Wang Ye and sensing the powerful ghostly aura emanating from him, the youth forcibly suppressed the rage in his heart and did not speak.
After all, from Wang Ye's outfit to his aura, it was as if they shouted...
Don't mess with me!