The Old Ghost

As the transparent bead was crushed, a wave of energy rippled through the air.

A crack appeared, just wide enough for one person to pass through.

Jia Nan, covered in blood, stood before the crack. The calm expression on his face had disappeared, replaced by a grimace smeared with blood.

"For this bead, I risked my life! Today, it was wasted on all of you!"

"As long as I live, you will forever be my mortal enemies!"

Jia Nan's voice was filled with resentment, and he stared at the crowd, as if trying to etch their faces into his memory.

Wang Ye held a fruit in his hand and, witnessing this scene, his energy gathered within his Mourning Hat, causing him to cry.

Jia Nan's expression changed, and he fell silent. He hurriedly entered the crack, and a muffled groan could be faintly heard, indicating that he had been injured once again.

Suppressing his tears, Wang Ye looked at the disappearing crack and pondered.

Perhaps he should find an opportunity to go near the Buddha Kingdom and completely eliminate this guy. Otherwise, there would always be someone plotting to kill him, and he wouldn't feel secure.

Just then...

As three fruits were plucked one after another, the old tree visibly withered at a rapid pace before burrowing into the ground.

Inside the garden, the earth churned incessantly.

One arm after another suddenly emerged from the soil, propping up the ground as if someone was about to crawl out.

The human-shaped stakes formed a fence, and the tightly closed eyes on their heads all opened at this moment, their gaze icy and devoid of any emotion, indifferent to Wang Ye and the others.

Even the Ancient Domain began to tremble faintly, and the doors of the four buildings abruptly closed.

"Something isn't right!"

"Let's go!"

Wang Ye looked at the scene before him and said coldly.

Immediately, the group rushed towards the exit.

Pairs of hands reached for their ankles, as if trying to drag them into the soil.

Vines shot up into the sky, and pairs of eyes faintly appeared on the vines, their gaze cold as they observed everything.

"Damn, are they trying to kill me?"

Mao Yong'an, guided by the origami crane, flew around in mid-air, cursing incessantly.

Xiao Wu, unreasonably, thrashed about in the soil, his arms shattered and reduced to pulp.

Vaguely, there were energy fluctuations under his feet, and he did not sink into the soil.

After a long time, the group finally broke free from this eerie little garden. By now, figures had already emerged from the soil, resembling walking corpses, exuding a chilling aura.

The faces of the human stakes finally showed some emotion.

It seemed they were somewhat excited, anticipating something.

At this time, the energy fluctuations in the Ancient Domain became irregular, constantly trembling, highly abnormal, as if it could shatter at any moment.

"Break through!"

The group rushed toward the exit at full speed.

Surprisingly, Li Hongtian was the fastest, his body continuously flickering, teleporting briefly and pulling the others along.

But even he had long lost that nonchalant demeanor, his expression showing a sense of urgency.

The consequences would be unimaginable if they were trapped within the spatial crack.

Inside the prison cell...

The bronze nails on the coffin finally popped out completely, falling to the ground, and the next second, the coffin exploded.

An old man dressed in ancient robes sat up expressionlessly, his figure somewhat withered and devoid of color.

As he gazed at the prison cell, a flicker of fear passed through his eyes, but upon discovering it empty, he appeared puzzled.

Finally, the old man stood up.

Noticing the lifeless body of a young girl on the ground, he approached, tore off one of her arms, and brought it to his mouth, tearing and chewing on it.

In the silent prison cell, the only sound was the crunching of bones being bitten.

An eerie atmosphere filled the air.

Finally, the girl's body vanished completely, and the old man's withered form regained a hint of color. He walked out of the cell.

"We're almost at the exit, there's still time!"

Seeing the exit not far ahead and feeling the spatial fluctuations, Wang Ye breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, Li Hongtian was already on the verge of reaching the exit.

Meanwhile, inside the second building...

The old man emerged.

Sensing the majestic blood aura emanating from Wang Ye, the empty gaze of the old man shifted towards him.

In an instant, Wang Ye felt as though he was being stared down by a venomous snake. His hair stood on end, and he instinctively glanced at the old man, retreating in a frenzy, his eyes filled with vigilance.

"That old guy is trouble, run!"

Wang Ye's expression turned grim as he hastened his pace!

However, the old man extended a finger, and a tiny stream of blood flowed from its tip, resembling a small red snake as it surged towards Wang Ye.

By now, the exit was within reach, and Li Hongtian had already made it out first.

Comparing the time it took for himself to reach the exit with the speed of the blood flow, Wang Ye gritted his teeth!

There was no time!

Letting out a low growl, Wang Ye raised the wooden stool in his hand, using it as a shield. The blood flow was blocked by the stool, but instead of dripping, it agilely bypassed the stool and wound around Wang Ye's arm.

Meanwhile, the old man seemed to be walking slowly, but he was getting closer and closer to Wang Ye.

"You go first!"

Wang Ye muttered in a low voice, but he controlled Xiao Si to stand in front of him.

Mao Yong'an hesitated for a moment. It seemed that the old man had no interest in him. Looking at the crack in the exit that was just a step away, Mao Yong'an gritted his teeth and didn't leave.

Although he didn't come back either, he stood firmly at the exit, once again assembling the hand cannon. With a pained expression, he took out a transparent fruit and stuffed it into the mouth of the severed head.

A terrifying energy shot out from the head's mouth. Under the infusion of energy, the head exploded!

However, the fruit solidly collided with the old man's body, but instead of exploding, it instantly transformed into transparent vines that entwined around the old man.

Then, they bloomed, bearing fruit!

On the vines, a head grew, with a ferocious mouth that bit down on the old man's neck!

But the head exploded!

It only delayed for a second.

The old man turned his head and glanced at Mao Yong'an.

As if being stared down by a primordial beast, Mao Yong'an's body went cold, freezing in place.

Then, he felt his own blood flowing rapidly within his body, as if being drawn out.

What the hell...

Is he playing with blood?

"Wang Ye, it's not that I'm not respectful enough, but I really can't handle this ghost!"

With a roar, Mao Yong'an's body transformed into a scarecrow and fell to the ground, followed by a phantom emerging from the scarecrow, escaping through the crack.

"What is this ghostly thing?"

"Where did it come from?"

At this moment, the blood flow was already entwined around Wang Ye's hand, continuously drawing his vitality.

It was evident that the blood flow had become thicker and stronger.