"What?!" Wang Chenghao exclaimed, "You're saying … I-I was just sitting next to a dead person?"
"How is that possible?!
I was just with her yesterday!
What evidence do you have? "
"Evidence" … Hahaha. Qin Ye couldn't help but chuckle. What an ignorant youth.
Had he been an adult, the mere thought of it would have been more than enough to kill him.
Truth be told, he was also asking himself why he had to drag the burly Wang Chenghao along with him.
The ghost was clearly here for him, and dragging this burden along with him was a side effect.
"Intuition." Qin Ye kicked the door again, and it clanged loudly.
It finally opened.
Just then!
"AHHHH!!!!" Countless screams filled the hall, and the stench of blood began to spread wildly.
It's begun …
"Madness …" Qin Ye drew a deep breath, pulled Wang Chenghao along and rushed downstairs. He hadn't expected the evil spirit to be so crazy as to appear at the witching hour. It didn't even care about the power of the mortal realm anymore!
"What about your classmates?
What about our classmates? "Even a fool would know that something was wrong. Wang Chenghao panted as he ran.
"You're still thinking about others?!
If not for … do you think I'd be here to take you away? "
Qin Ye's frustration erupted, and he took a deep breath, "I'm sorry, but this ghost is far stronger than the one you have at home. There's nothing I can do."
"So, let's hope that they can buy us some time."
The screams behind them turned into miserable shrieks before they could even finish speaking. Neither of them dared to speak any further, and they immediately dashed past the fourth floor. But as soon as they turned the corner on the third floor, both of their hearts sank.
An iron gate was blocking their way.
The iron gate wasn't a big deal. An ordinary gate could easily be destroyed by the Hell's Emissary uniform.
What caused Qin Ye's pupils to shrink was the black seal on the iron gate that was invisible to mortals.
Yin energy.
A tidal wave of Yin energy!
It was something that Qin Ye could immediately tell that he couldn't break through.
In other words, he was far from being a match for the ghost that was able to set up this seal.
"Is this … the Talisman of the Netherthorn?" Arthis exclaimed, "Is this the Assassin of the Underworld?"
"What's this?"
Arthis paused for a moment, "Kid … run as far away as you can.
The Assassins of the Underworld … Even if Hell was still around back then, they would still be considered one of the most powerful forces in Hell! "
"This talisman is called the Nine-Directional Evil Suppression Diagram. As long as the talisman is not broken, the Yin Qi will not leak.
Unless a Judge-class expert were to forcibly break it apart.
Don't think about this place, you can't get out of here. "
Damn it!
Qin Ye immediately turned around and made his way back to the main hall. If he couldn't get through here, then there was only one other option left.
The Assassins of the Underworld.
"Q-Qin Ye …" Even Wang Chenghao could feel the pressure weighing down on him, and he spoke with a trembling voice.
"Rat."
Qin Ye's seven apertures had already begun to ripple with Yin energy, causing wisps of black smoke to appear in front of him, "Later on, all you have to do is run. I don't care whether you live or die.
Whether you can escape or not depends on your luck. "
"What about you?"
Whoosh … The demonhead saber had already appeared by Qin Ye's waist. Qin Ye muttered coldly, "If I die, Liu Er Mound Village, Gazi Gully, Tang An County, Qingguang City. Remember to burn incense on the Qingming Festival."
Since this place had already been locked down, there was no way for anyone to discover it from the outside. In that case … there was no need for him to hide anymore.
Boom!
Qin Ye's Yin energy burst forth like a small stream, blocking the entire passageway.
From Wang Chenghao's vantage point, it was clearly evening, and yet there was a thick cloud of black smoke in front of him.
It was almost as though a hundred ghosts were wailing.
Whoosh … Qin Ye's clothes fluttered wildly, and he had already transformed into his Hell's Emissary state. He was dressed in a black robe with a black and white Harken embroidered on it. A soul shackle was wrapped around his waist, and he wore a six-piece hat.
It was almost as though he were a wandering spirit of the night.
The veins on his hand were already bulging.
He stared intently at the main hall like a star.
Meanwhile, in the middle of the hall that had already been transformed into a sea of blood, the puppeteer suddenly looked up.
He stared intently at the passageway behind him.
He screamed at the top of his voice, "Emissary of Hell!!!"
As soon as he screamed, Yin energy that was ten times thicker than Qin Ye's began to converge from all directions, and he transformed into a gust of nethergale and rushed downstairs.
This was an instinctive fear.
How glorious was Hell back then?
The Yama-Kings of the Ten Palaces, the Sixfold Ghost Kings, thousands of Abyssal Prefects, and countless Soul Hunters and Anitya Hellguards.
This had already become a mark of fear in his heart.
Crash!
The large palace lanterns on the ceiling flickered violently, and the tables and chairs were swept away by the nethergale.
But as soon as he rushed down the fourth floor, he suddenly paused.
"Something's not right …"
"This is an official Emissary of Hell … There's no mistaking the pure Yin energy of Hell … but …"
"... A mere Emissary of Hell who isn't even a Soul Hunter dares to strut around in front of me?!"
"You're courting death!!"
Before he could even finish speaking, the nethergale arrived and rushed straight towards Qin Ye's direction.
Meanwhile, Qin Ye had already rushed into the main hall.
His heart finally relaxed a little. What he feared the most was that his opponent would block him off in the middle of the passageway. The passageway was narrow, and there was nowhere for him to run.
But who would've thought that his opponent wouldn't appear even after he had rushed into the main hall?
That said, even though he was already mentally prepared, he was still stunned by the sight in the main hall.
Blood.
The entire floor was covered in blood.
Not a single person was alive.
Most of the tables and chairs had been reduced to splinters. The walls and the floor were covered in slashes and gashes.
The students who were still chatting and laughing with him just ten minutes ago … were now all hanging from the palace lanterns on the ceiling!
They were all hanging by some black silk threads, and their hands were tied up.
They had died with their eyes wide open.
The fact that they were suspended in the air caused them to spin slightly, while blood flowed down from their bodies like a river.
The blood flowed straight into the shape of a beast's head on the floor.
A nethergale blew, and black smoke filled the air. It didn't look like the main hall of the Fenglai Hotel at all. Instead, it looked more like a terrifying graveyard of asura!
"Urgh …" Wang Chenghao had never seen such a sight before, and he immediately turned around and vomited.
Meanwhile, Qin Ye didn't move. His spirit, energy, and spirit were already at their peak. A violent wave of Yin energy was already rushing straight towards him from the entrance. It was far stronger than his own!
Whoosh!!
Qin Ye's clothes fluttered behind him, and he squatted firmly. Unfortunately, he still couldn't help but stagger back three meters under the onslaught of the nethergale!
If his Yin energy was a small stream, then his opponent's Yin energy was a long river that instantly swallowed up the entire main hall. Dark clouds blotted out the sun!
A split second later, with a strange chuckle, a figure suddenly emerged from the dark clouds. It hovered in the air, its hands gleaming with a cold light as it pounced straight for Qin Ye's vitals.
It's here.
The figure grew larger and larger in Qin Ye's eyes. It was Lin Yue. Every joint on her body was lacerated, including her mouth. Her usually quiet, shoulder-length hair danced wildly about. She screamed at the top of her lungs, and the bone-paring knives in her hands danced about like stars in the night sky.
Meanwhile!
Qin Ye finally made his move. He unsheathed his long saber, twisted his body, and slashed out with a crescent moon that was several meters wide.
Boom!!
As soon as the two attacks collided, the Yin energy that filled the entire main hall exploded with a loud bang, almost as though the waves of a great river were parting.
Qin Ye let out a muffled grunt and slammed into the wall with a loud thud. He felt a searing pain in his back, and he could even hear the sound of his bones cracking. Meanwhile, Lin Yue's entire body collapsed, and her body parts scattered in all directions.
"Be careful." Arthis' voice was incomparably grave, "This is the puppeteer. He's a special case among the linkers!
They don't fight personally. Most of the time, victory is already in their grasp as long as they show up!
If you can't locate his true body, you'll be faced with countless puppets!
Don't forget, there are corpses everywhere! "
Clang!
As soon as she finished speaking, Qin Ye's demonhead saber slashed to the side. A figure beside him roared at the top of his voice and lunged madly at Qin Ye's ribs with a fruit knife.
The attack was deflected by the demonhead saber.
It was Su Chaoyang.
Su Chaoyang's face was pale, and his eyes were bloodshot. Purplish livor mortis spots covered his entire body, and saliva dripped down his chin. Yet, his movements were no slower than Qin Ye's.
Just then, he noticed from the corner of his eye that Wang Chenghao's legs had gone limp and he was sitting on the ground. Wang Chenghao's entire body was trembling, and he couldn't help but bellow, "Scram!!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the saber light flickered, and the black fog around him began to churn violently. The sound of rain pattering against the pipa lingered in the air.
To his astonishment, he discovered that … there were already seven or eight students around him. They were all wielding fruit knives, and their bodies were twisted beyond recognition. Yet, they were as agile as ghosts as they surrounded him.
Every single joint on their bodies was connected to a pitch-black thread that penetrated into the vast black fog behind them.
A series of hair-raising "kakaka" sounds could be heard.
The puppeteer trap had already begun.
"Haa … ah …" Wang Chenghao's entire body trembled, and his mind went blank. The roar of 'scram' jolted him back to his senses like a clap of thunder. He crawled desperately towards the elevator.
Dead silence.
Deathly silence.
Qin Ye wielded his demonhead saber, and the ghosts around him began to listen to each other's voices.
Majestic Yin energy was pressing down on him from all directions like a mountain. He could hear his own heartbeat, and a drop of cold sweat trickled down his forehead. His nerves were stretched taut to the extreme.
In fact, every single pore on his body was tightly shut. This was the calm before the storm, and the stifling feeling of an impending flood … He had lived for so long, and this was the most dangerous situation he had ever encountered.
"A living person?" A surprised voice echoed from within the black fog, "You're … a living person?"
"Your saber technique should be something you've practiced before … A living Emissary of Hell is far too rare … Taisui?
One of those things that only exists in the legends?
After consuming it, one would exist in the realm of Yin and Yang … and that's why you were chosen to be an Emissary of Hell? "
He spoke slowly, but Qin Ye understood that the calmness in his voice was due to the fact that Wang Chenghao was already confident of his victory.
The gap between him and Wang Chenghao was simply too great.
Whoosh … Just then, Qin Ye was astonished to discover that all of the corpses had already lowered their sabers.
"I'll give you a chance."
"Pledge your allegiance to my master, and you'll be spared from death today.
You should be thankful that you have a body as precious as a panda. "
"You have one minute to consider."
Qin Ye grew taciturn. His eyes flickered wildly.
At the same time, Arthis' voice continued to echo in his ears.
"Let me out."
"You're no match for him. Apart from me, there's no one else who can protect you!"
"Furthermore, he has a 'master'. You won't be able to kill him. As soon as he escapes, the mastermind behind him will find out. You might be able to escape this time, but what about the next time?"
"That said, as long as I'm free, I refuse to believe that his master is also an Infernal Judge!
Even if he is, there's still a vast difference between Infernal Judges. "
"I … am a top-notch Infernal Judge who was able to survive the great collapse of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva!"