However, this ti was different from before; Yang Xiao’s perspective seed to be tainted with a layer of blood, the image constantly trembling, much like a severely injured person staggeringly walking.
This was a deep and gloomy corridor that must have witnessed a fierce battle. Following the viewpoint, "Yang Xiao" staggered forward, blood occasionally on the ground, and the remnants of bodies shattered beyond recognition. A door in front stood ajar, but upon seeing the scene before him clearly, even Yang Xiao, as an observer, couldn’t help but pause, a complex mix of shock and anger erupting in an instant.
In this room, leaning against the wall stood a statue of Guan Gong, about half the height of a person, with a triangular bronze incense burner in front and a tribute plate on each side, each containing a human head.
One head was of a man, his bloodied right cheek bearing an old scar, with his eyes slightly open, dead yet unshut.
The other belonged to a young woman, her eyes closed, blood flowing from all orifices, her mouth slightly open as if she still had words to say, her four-leaf clover pendant under her ear still faintly swinging, refracting a beautiful light.
After this scene, Yang Xiao’s vision beca unclear, and he vaguely heard a roar like that of a beast, followed by intense shaking of the fra, as if running, then sounds of flesh being torn apart, screams, crashing noises, raging shouts echoing all around, along with cries of fear, "Stop him! Stop him!!"
These chaotic and bloody images repetitively assaulted Yang Xiao’s mind, the man’s slightly opened eyes and the woman’s floating four-leaf clover pendant seeming to take root in Yang Xiao’s mind, unshakeable no matter how much he resisted.
This was Nalan Shuo’s mory, which had now turned into his nightmare.
In the hazy vision, two figures ca steadily closer until, close enough, Yang Xiao realized they were headless—one male and one female—their heads still set before Guan Gong as offerings.
"Boss, it hurts so much..."
"Director, save ..."
The two ghostly shadows, one on the left and one on the right, approached "Yang Xiao" just like the placent of the offerings, continuously emitting sounds of agony.
"Get away from !!"
At the critical mont, a green light exploded before Yang Xiao’s eyes, clearing the broken image and blurred ghostly shadows.
Gasping heavily, Yang Xiao returned to this pitch-dark room, beneath his feet were concentric targets.
At this mont, the long-maintained balance was disrupted, and the ghost before him suddenly moved, but this ti it was moving away, step by step, at an unhurried pace, disappearing into the outermost circle under Yang Xiao’s astonished gaze, still keeping its back turned, soon swallowed by the darkness.
"Co back, you’ve succeeded."
At the sa ti, the voice of Lu Youdao ca from behind, in contrast to his previous coldness and resistance, this ti it carried a hint of rarity relief.
Turning around, Yang Xiao saw a door just a few ters away, with Lu Youdao standing outside looking at him.
The surroundings were equally engulfed in chaotic darkness, the only light being from this door, yet the light beyond the door could not dispel the darkness.
Knowing that one must not linger long in a place of moral ambiguity, Yang Xiao quickly walked towards the door, feeling an uneven sensation beneath his feet, as if walking on a rugged mountain path.
Having passed through the Ghost Gate Trials, Yang Xiao no longer felt the initial anger, his mind now muddled and inexplicably panicked, with many urgent questions needing answers.
"Tell , what exactly is the relationship between this ghost and the Director? And the Director... where exactly has he gone?!"
Yang Xiao clenched the Human Bone Staff, almost overtly threatening, the previous images flickering continuously in his mind, his emotions very unstable.
Lu Youdao turned and walked deeper into the corridor, the dim light overhead spilling over his shoulders and back.
"Co with , there are things you need to know."
User Comments
0 comments from readers