As the secret door opened, there was another dark and gloomy passageway. Was the layout of these buildings largely the same?
The previous building was full of Buddha statues everywhere, but who knows how this one would be like.
Seeing everyone including Mao Yong'an and Wang Ye entering the passageway, Wang Ye finally explained to Xiao Wu: "Now our power is almost completely sealed, so we can only disguise ourselves. Only then can we seize more from these people and destroy the Buddhist Clan!"
Looking at Wang Ye, Xiao Wu somehow felt a little distressed for some reason.
To destroy Buddhism, big brother had put in so much effort, while I was leisurely staying at the bottom of the pool for a long time.
Damn bald donkeys!
Sooner or later, I will destroy them all!
Xiao Wu secretly swore in his heart and nodded vigorously at Wang Ye.
Seeing that Xiao Wu did not notice anything wrong, Wang Ye breathed a sigh of relief. After all, it was not easy to explain his own behavior.
With stiff steps, Wang Ye took Xiao Wu into the passageway.
The familiar darkness and chill.
But unlike the other building, there was no cunning laughter in this passageway. Instead, it was full of painful wails.
Unable to restrain his curiosity, Wang Ye gently touched the wall.
But he found that the wall seemed to be just an illusion. His palm passed through without any obstruction.
Hmm? The walls were fake?
Wang Ye was stunned for a moment.
The next second, something from the other side of the wall seemed to be touching Wang Ye's hand. The feeling was a bit icy.
And it was dragging Wang Ye's arm, trying to pull him into the wall!
Wang Ye's expression changed drastically. He forcibly pulled his hand back. His originally fair palm now had a bruise, with five finger marks on it.
But as Wang Ye pulled his arm back, the other side of the wall became quiet again. Except for the faint wails that could be heard, there was nothing else.
The penetrating walls and the bruise on his hand told Wang Ye one thing - this passageway was not simple!
Perhaps the most dangerous thing in this ancient domain was not the main hall or the basement of the buildings.
It was the inside of the passage walls.
Even Wang Ye restrained his own curiosity and hurried towards the basement.
Suburban Cemetery.
An old man with a nearly burnt-out candle was wandering around the cemetery.
But the tombstones had begun to ignore the old man and kept shaking violently.
Cracks appeared on the tombstones, accompanied by roaring sounds.
Humph!
Suddenly, an icy cold snort sounded in the air.
The next second, Li Xinghe's figure appeared in the cemetery, standing beside the old man.
Equally hunchbacked, equally old and decayed, as if a gust of wind could blow him away.
With Li Xinghe's snort, the cemetery became strangely quiet for a few seconds. Then the trembling of the tombstones became even more intense.
I don't know if that lass Zhang Xiao's stuff works well or not.
Li Xinghe grumbled, and conjured up a huge street lamp from the void.
The lamp post was made of bronze, engraved with strange patterns. The lamp was covered with thin leather material, painted with eyes and nose.
The whole street lamp gave off an icy aura.
Some unknown material inside gave off a faint glow.
With all his might, Li Xinghe planted the street lamp in the exact center of the cemetery. The light gradually increased slightly.
The old man with the candle just stood there silently watching Li Xinghe, not moving at all.
As the street lamp was installed, streams of blood slowly flowed down from the lampwick, travelling along the strange patterns on the bronze lamp, eventually flowing into the soil.
The cemetery became quiet again.
But hands were floating out from the ground.
Even the tombstones in the deepest part of the cemetery had crawled out halfway, with their heads twisted 180 degrees, looking at Li Xinghe resentfully.
My grandson borrowed some stuff from your cemetery. Today I've come to repay this karma.
After finishing everything, Li Xinghe patted the dust off his hands and said lightly.
The old man still stood there silently, without saying a word, just blowing out the candle in his hand.
But hitting my grandson was going too far, wasn't it?
As the voice fell, Li Xinghe calmly turned around and looked at the old man, speaking word for word.
The old man was still silent.
Humph! Sometimes I really wonder if you're mute!
Although I don't know what your purpose is, this is Tian Group's territory. I'll keep an eye on you.
If you dare to harm the human race, even at the cost of this old life, I will perish together with you.
Li Xinghe's icy gaze fixed on the old man. As his voice fell, his figure gradually became illusory before disappearing completely.
After Li Xinghe left, the old man hobbled back into his wooden hut and sat in a rocking chair, gently rocking back and forth.
How did that old ghost respond?
Seeing Li Xinghe suddenly appear, Zhang ZiLiang asked on the rooftop of Tian Group.
Li Xinghe coughed twice, seeming somewhat weak: I'm old, my body is rotting badly, let me rest for a bit.
As he spoke, he conjured up a rocking chair from the void and sat down, closing his eyes.
Zhang ZiLiang gently sighed and waited quietly.
A few minutes later, Li Xinghe barely opened his eyes, but they seemed even more clouded.
Frequently using my abilities recently has taken its toll.
That old ghost is still the same, not saying anything.
When I really die, I'll say anything to try and seal him. Otherwise when I'm gone no one in the Capital City can restrain him.
Li Xinghe's voice was full of fatigue.
Zhang ZiLiang seemed to be lost in thought, gazing in the direction of Wang Ye's neighborhood: Wang Ye... has been to the suburban cemetery more than once.
You suspect him? Li Xinghe laboriously turned his head to look at Zhang ZiLiang.
Zhang ZiLiang shook his head: Although Wang Ye is a bit mysterious, even a bit cold-blooded in his behavior, I can feel that he has principles and clarity about right and wrong. Also, after Eternal Night, that old ghost has always stayed in the Capital City without causing any trouble. Who can say for sure whether he is good or bad?
But in the end he's a ticking time bomb. Oh well, I don't have many days left anyway. After I die, Tian Group will be yours, do as you please.
Li Xinghe gestured feebly with his hand.
Zhang ZiLiang's body shook slightly. He turned and looked deeply at Li Xinghe: That's what you said a year ago too.
Are you hoping for this old man to die? Li Xinghe complained unsatisfiedly.