Finally, I found a powder box in the wardrobe of this room or amidst a pile of underwear, and after opening it, there were two thread-bound books quietly lying inside.
The book covers were unnamed. After flipping through them, one book was filled with landscape patterns and obscure, archaic writing, while the other contained sketches of eyes, ears, mouths, and nose, all accompanied by ancient verses.
An old saying from Lao Qin came back to my ears.
"Liu the Widow is good, her hips sway in a circle."
"I am truly defeated..." Lao Gong appeared at the doorway of the room, his mouth gaping wide, his chin deformed so much that it looked like it had fallen off, like it was laying on the ground.
I stifle a laugh, finding it both absurd and obvious, as this sounds so much like what Old Qin used to say.
A lewd old man.
"Go to the front room and check if my parents have woken up. The family of the Li in ancient Gongcheng City doesn't seem to be moving as quickly." I felt more composed.
I went out of the room and then out of the courtyard, following the original path back.
I have to walk near Qi Youyou's bedroom before I can return to the hall.
However, for some reason, no matter how long I walked, I still found myself near the courtyard, as if time had stopped. It should have been long ago that I should have reached Qi Youyou's bedroom, but I was still standing on that long corridor.
The settled heart began to grow suspicious and alarmed.
Qi Youyou wouldn't mistreat me, so could it be the owner of that previous voice?
Who is it?
This is actually terrifying. This sinister prison nightmare is of Qi Youyou's, why can he control it?
Lao Gong also noticed the oddity and looked around warily, scanning left and right.
"Don't pretend to be ghostly!" He shouted.
There was no response, only the long corridor, as if it had no end……
"Master... we've offended someone..." Lao Gong suddenly looked very despondent, with a hint of fear.
"Mm?"
"How stupid! Who would not be unhappy if they wanted to keep you here?" Lao Gong's voice echoed, "Master was wrong, but who is this little Daoist from? He should be wandering in this mansion still."
"I'd say, that headless miss is fickle, and he doesn't take care of his wife properly. Why would he trouble us? Master was mistaken; that little Taoist must have been reborn somewhere. Clearly, he's still wandering around this mansion," Lao Gong said seriously, his eyes scanning around again, as if deliberately speaking to the ghost hidden in the shadows.
I don't think it's my father who made a mistake.
Because…
Because... there's another ghostly Taoist here!
In the faint mist, an alarming purple aura began to gradually spread, flowing continuously…
Lao Gong suddenly fell silent, discovering the same purple mist…
He started muttering some names, hesitantly and nervously, and finally said a prayer for the protection of the master.
This is indeed Lao Gong, always finding some comfort.
I paused for a while, then moved my high heaven sword from my chest.
The sword served as a shield, protecting me from his interference.
Actually, I can use the Breaking-Prison Spell.
But if the Breaking-Prison Spell directly breaks the nightmarish prison, we will be directly exposed in front of Ma Yi.
"What kind of path are you seeking, you?"
The explosive roar of emptiness before me!
There was a person standing before my eyes!
A person wearing a purple robe, with an extremely slender and withered body, like a tree.
His eyes were open, but the eyeballs looked like they were dry and lifeless.
But I couldn't answer his question…
I had analyzed what the High Taoist was seeking, but ultimately, I came up with no result.
This is too profound…
Only Han Xiezi or He Youtian could possibly answer it.
Ah, it's about the realm...
This ghostly person must have died from suicide, and Lao Qin couldn't have killed him.
It was the "Blood of Downward Skeletons" that made him commit all these heinous deeds.
His Taoist heart was shattered, and he could only commit suicide to atone for his sins.
I understand now!
He, was trapped within this realm!
Even death, he still suffered unending pain from the "Blood of Downward Skeletons," and suffered from the torment of his own heart demon!
The reason I couldn't answer his question was even simpler: I was far from reaching this realm, naturally not knowing where this question came from or how to respond.
"I don't know."
Shaking my head, I spoke in a low voice, one word at a time.
"Learning the Taoist way, yet you do not know which path you have chosen!"
The withered face suddenly roared even louder, and the dry mouth opened, revealing a similarly withered tongue inside, like a stick of withered wood.
"Learning the Taoist way, yet following those who practice magic tricks and illusions, can you possibly learn anything valuable!"
He suddenly raised his hand and drove it towards Lao Gong's head!
Lao Gong let out a scream: "Why me again!"
He suddenly disappeared, having crawled into my portable night pot.
The withered Daoist, his other hand fiercely plunged into my chest!
I felt a sense of hollow and coldness, but he didn't injure me. When he pulled out his hand, he was holding Lao Qin's inheritance!
"The Tao requires single-mindedness!"
He shrieked loudly.
"Boom!" The two books exploded!
A flurry of paper scraps flew around the long corridor endlessly.
"Crazy!"
"Madman!" Lao Gong also let out a shrill scream, hearing his heart breaking into pieces.
I stood still, dumbfounded.
Although finding Lao Qin's inheritance wasn't particularly laborious as I didn't deliberately search for it, it happened quite naturally and I ended up obtaining it.
If I deviated from Lao Qin's path, but still ended up with his inheritance, it signifies that I still have the chance to fulfill his wish…
Then, was it all for nothing!?
Fine, red little bugs suddenly appeared everywhere from the eyes, nose, mouth, and ears of that ghostly person.
Silent explosion, the ghostly person collapsed and dispersed…
The bugs surged towards me like a wave.
However, they did not touch me. They retreated quickly like they encountered cobras, but to the ground!
Without the Yu Jian, my body had already been altered after drinking quite a bit of Tian Gong Spring.
The mist suddenly became denser, the purple color was strikingly vivid, and under its reflection, those bugs turned into a deep purple-red…
Then, the mist became thicker, filled with a rich aroma and more erotic shadows…
"Aah..."
Lao Gong took a deep breath of cold air; he was about to crawl out of the night pot.
I placed my hand on the mouth of the night pot and spoke in a hoarse voice, "Don't go, do you also want to be controlled by the 'Blood of Downward Skeletons'?"
"Hmm..." Lao Gong regained consciousness and grudgingly said, "Once in a while controlling the 'Blood of Downward Skeletons' is fine. However, going through this every day, I can't take it."
"Drive him out!" I said another sentence, decisively and resolutely!
"What?" Lao Gong was trembling with fear.
"This ancestor Daoist, his realm must be much higher than that of Ma Yi. Ma Yi hasn't reached the level of three corpse worms yet. With all his greed, anger, and attachment, it's impossible for him to withstand the invasion of the three corpse worms. Even with only the 'Blood of Downward Skeletons', it's enough to destroy him!"
"Avenger for the seven elder!"
"I speak with certainty."
"Ideal is full of hope, but my dear master, reality? Have you considered it? There's no way out. He's stuck here."
"If he dies here, he will be trapped here. So, he can disturb the nightmares in this place. This place is both a horror house and a horror prison. It's Qi Youyou's, but also his. You may not understand, but it's very difficult to take out the ghosts who have been trapped here for years from this horror house." Lao Gong sighed helplessly and dejectedly.
