Everything in the mirror world was rapidly rewinding. Using the mirror as an anchor point, Si Yehan's mental perception suddenly swept across the globe, finally locking onto an island no more than thirty miles in size.
There are no supernatural forces blocking this place, and its remote location at one corner of the ocean makes it an ideal place to live temporarily.
The island's population is only around 100,000. Si Yehan slightly raised his eyebrows, his trench coat fluttering, and slowly stepped out of the mirror! A magnificent golden building came into view.
The mirror behind me shattered silently.
Three people were talking, speaking in a very fluent local language, Si Yehan naturally couldn't understand. These people weren't participants, and what they were saying wouldn't be automatically translated. However, what they were saying wasn't important.
His figure was concealed by supernatural power, and the three people could not detect his presence.
All three had brown skin, and they were laughing as they talked, their faces showing happiness.
Si Yehan raised his hand slightly, and a dark blue-green mist suddenly enveloped the three of them.
The three men flailed their arms and legs in terror, struggling desperately to no avail. Their bodies slowly folded up, the bones cracking with a crisp sound. With each fold, the bones pierced through the flesh, and blood dripped down.
They screamed in terror, but their voices were gradually swallowed up by their agonizing cries, turning into incoherent sobs. They transformed into square bone fragments intertwined, with blood dripping and staining the items in the room. Fragments of internal organs and eyeballs flowed out from the gaps between the bone fragments.
Flesh and skin peeled off along the bone fragments, making a sound like water, staining the carpet.
Three bone fragments were stacked together, floating in the room as a work of art. As Si Yehan's palm fell, the bone fragments fell straight to the ground.
This family could be considered the island's aristocracy, even though the entire island appeared extremely backward and dilapidated.
Outside, the sun shone brightly, and the heat was intense. Si Yehan slowly walked out of the house, a chilling aura enveloping him. Soon after, thick dark clouds swept across the sky, but it did not rain yet.
An extremely thin mist quietly spread and ravaged the entire island! People who were busy or deep in sleep suddenly froze, then bled from their seven orifices, their bones crumbled, and blood stained the soil.
This fog is deadly! The fog is extremely efficient at killing; all 100,000 people on the entire island were turned into blood, which stained the waves at the edge of the beach red.
Corpses floated on the sea, and mist rose around the island, as if sealing it off and completely blocking out all external perception.
Si Yehan pulled a book from the bookshelf in his room and began to read it. The book was written in one of the world's most widely spoken languages, which he happened to be fluent in, so reading it was no problem for him.
Raising a finger and gently tapping the space in front of him, the sound of skin cracking echoed from the corpses. The long-shattered bones reformed, intertwining like cloth, and flew into the sky, forming a chair.
Si Yehan moved swiftly and appeared on the seat, sitting upright and flipping through the book in his hands. After finishing this book, he could begin to enter the next instance.
Wisps of black mist surged around him, blocking the rain falling from the thick clouds! As the raindrops fell, they slammed onto the sea surface, brushing against the bloody remains.
The entire island was covered in bones as it was shrouded in continuous rain.
The black mist surged, engulfing over a hundred creatures, including men, women, and animals, suspended in the air. The black mist gradually tightened, slowly crushing these creatures.
Blood gushed from their throats, and the hundred-odd creatures could only let out painful howls, providing background music to keep Si Yehan from getting bored while reading.
At the southernmost tip of the Great Xia, layers of Ghost Domain unfold, isolating the peripheral cities from countless ordinary people, keeping them unaffected.
On the sea, a hundred figures were fighting! Each of them exuded an extremely strong aura of Vengeful Ghost spirits, and they walked on the sea as if it were flat ground.
A chilling wind swept through, and endless flames spread in the distance, outlining the image of a demon!
Nine figures clashed in the sky! The battle was so fierce that it distorted the heavens, and countless white paper money fell from the sky.
One of the women, dressed in a long, bright red dress, had long, slender fingers, and a cold glint in her pale face. "Ge Te'er, your [Church]'s reach is far too long."
The man called Ge Te'er was dressed in a black tuxedo, wearing a round-topped hat. His face was as pale as paper, but his lips were as red as blood, giving him an eerie appearance!
He said coldly, "Sun Ying, you four retreat. I will only kill Shen Wangshu! He almost killed me in the dungeon. I won't sleep peacefully until I avenge him."
Sun Ying was naturally the woman in the long red dress! Her expression grew even colder. "Dream on! As one of our five captains, we certainly cannot stand by and watch you harm him. Four bishops joining forces just to kill one person? Who would believe that?"
Not far away, a man dressed in a long robe, exuding a gentle and refined air, raised his eyebrows and looked down at Ge Te'er's body. A look of disgust appeared in his eyes. "You degenerate thing, you have actually abandoned your human body and begun to transform into a ghost. You deserve to die. I hate people like you who indiscriminately kill innocent people the most."
As the man unleashed his full power, the scroll behind him unfolded, overflowing with golden light, and beneath it surged an extremely chilling killing intent! He completely suppressed the bishop in front of him.
The bishop before him, her Gothic-style gown billowing like a giant umbrella, blood dripping down her hem, was accompanied by the mournful cries of a doll.
She spoke sharply, "Shen Wangshu, you hypocrite, what makes you think you can define innocence?"
The man's gentle and refined demeanor clearly revealed his identity!
Shen Wangshu spoke calmly, the disgust between his brows fading away, replaced by an expression of pity. "Those I have killed are all guilty, not innocent. Since they are guilty, dying by my hand is an honor."
Ge Te'er snapped out of his reverie, abruptly shifting his position to switch places with the bishop in front of Shen Wangshu. His face now appeared exceptionally sinister as he coldly said to Shen Wangshu, "I really want to tear that lousy face of yours off."
Shen Wangshu's voice was gentle. Behind him, a scroll unfurled, ink gushing forth, creating a magnificent and imposing scene. "You inhuman thing, you still know how to come here to die. Killing you won't cause any more trouble for the Church, since some people are quite pleased with this."
Not far away, two captains joined forces to hold off a bishop. The bishop was extremely burly, with three bloody scars on each side of his face. He was handsome, and his emerald green eyes seemed to burn with ghostly flames! He had an extraordinary aura, and he fought the two captains alone without being at a disadvantage.
A ghostly wind surged around Ge Te'er, sharp as blades, and severed limbs rained down from the sky. He turned to the woman in the gothic dress and said, "Mary Joia, find a way to help Bishop Norman and distract those two captains. As long as he can free himself, the outcome of this battle is already decided."
Mary Joia nodded, and the countless transparent threads on her fingers suddenly turned slightly blood-red.
Sun Ying raised her eyebrows, her gaze locking onto the blond, blue-eyed man, her tone filled with undisguised shock. "He's Norman! The bishop in the Church who's most fond of cannibalism and even ate his parents before joining the Vatican! I've heard of him before, but never seen him."
Mary Joia's voice was extremely shrill. "You wretched woman, you dare to be distracted while fighting me!"
Suddenly, the thread between her fingers moved, and the broken doll that had been lying on the sea surface suddenly flew up, its red eyes shining brightly.
The fog on the sea dissipated slightly, revealing the figures of hundreds of meters tall rag dolls, with blood and bits of flesh flowing down their bodies.
P. S.: I checked the gift rankings and found several chapters have been added as bonus chapters. I'll try to implement this in the next few days. Please feel free to send more gifts to support me, and I'll update more frequently in my spare time.