The Frost was eaten too.
"So refreshing~" The man said with a look of enjoyment as he swallowed the Frozen-to-Death Ghost's Supernatural.
"Is there anything else?" he asked expectantly.
"Yes!" Hu Jiu answered through gritted teeth.
As his thoughts raced, several invisible curses pointed directly at the man.
Smack smack--
The man's mouth opened and closed, as if he were performing chewing air.
However, Hu Jiu knew that he had consumed all his curses.
Is this some kind of all-consuming power?
Can both tangible and intangible things be devoured?
"Is there anything else?" the man asked again, his eyes full of anticipation.
"Yes!" Hu Jiu's expression changed several times.
The next second, he took out a small Golden Container, threw it over, and then turned and left.
At the same time, he moved one eye to the back of his head to observe carefully.
The man took a bite of the Golden Container, his face showing an angry expression, and casually threw the Golden Container back towards Hu Jiu.
He himself was moving rapidly toward Hu Jiu, seemingly wanting to eat more.
Hu Jiu tried his best to remain calm. In this situation, he shouldn't have emotions like excitement, tension, or fear, otherwise he might bring trouble upon himself.
A calm mind is very important.
That man seemed to eat everything and was quite strong. Before finding his weakness, Hu Jiu felt there was no need to confront him head-on.
Hu Jiu quickly went down one floor through the stairwell. For some reason, the man stopped at the top of the stairs, giving up the chase, but staring intently at Hu Jiu with eyes full of longing.
Hu Jiu felt no sense of relief at all about getting rid of the monster. The man's refusal to come downstairs was most likely because there was something even more terrifying and bizarre on this floor!
Sure enough, the walls and door of a room on the third floor were damaged.
A figure with disheveled hair and wearing a red robe stood quietly in the room.
She hung her head, her exposed skin a deathly white, her nails unusually long, and she wore a pair of bright red embroidered shoes.
In folklore, ghosts dressed in red are considered extremely unlucky.
Hu Jiu had no intention of provoking her. Taking advantage of the fact that the thing, whether it was a ghost or Ghost Tamer, had not yet made any move, Hu Jiu concealed herself and floated in mid-air like a ghost, drifting towards the next floor.
Throughout this time, Hu Jiu kept one eye on the road ahead and the other on the back of his head, observing the red-clad Fierce Ghost.
The ghost remained unresponsive, Hu Jiu breathed a slight sigh of relief.
As I continued downstairs, a burst of arrogant and maniacal laughter suddenly reached my ears.
Immediately afterwards, a long sword, carrying immense power, thrust fiercely towards Hu Jiu.
Hu Jiu raised his hand and gently waved it in the direction of the longsword, causing a White Sash that appeared out of thin air to deflect the sword's trajectory.
The longsword grazed past Hu Jiu and embedded itself in the wall behind him.
Hu Jiu took a closer look; the sword seemed somewhat familiar.
The sword trembled slightly and then immediately returned along the same path.
Immediately afterwards, a withered and hunched man wearing a tattered helmet and an old red cloak stepped out and stared fiercely at Hu Jiu.
This man was so thin he was skin and bones, his lower face was covered in a beard, and his skin was covered in writing.
Despite the differences, Hu Jiu still recognized it; this... should be Ares?
But at this Ares, is Ares still human?
Ares suddenly tilted his head, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth, and a fanatical look appeared on his face:
"It's you! I knew you'd be here. I've been waiting for you for ages!"
After saying that, he let out a series of strange cackling noises, laughing as his body convulsed.
Hu Jiu looked away in disgust. "Why did you get yourself into this state? You look so sloppy!"
"How dare you say that!" Ares roared.
"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be struggling in this strange place. Do you know what I've been through these past few days?"
Hu Jiu looked astonished. "Don't you dare slander me out of thin air! What do I care about how you live your life?"
Upon hearing this, Ares suddenly flew into a rage. "You've forgotten all about it!"
How could you forget? You nailed me to the ground and carved these words into my body!
"Thanks to you, I was unable to move for a long time after I arrived here."
"I'm injured and have to carefully avoid the dangers here. There's no food, so I don't eat or drink; I'm barely surviving on Supernatural."
"But... these words on my body prevent me from communicating with others! No one can understand what I say or write; they think I'm a real Fierce Ghost!"
His voice grew louder and louder, filled with accusations.
Hu Jiu filtered out all the useless emotions in his words and went straight to the point:
"Them? You mean there are multiple intelligent beings here who can communicate with you?"
"Hahaha, you want to know? I'm not telling you!" Ares's expression was extremely distorted.
Hu Jiu stroked his chin. "I remember, I've been in this strange place for less than an hour. You should have come in with me. What happened to you in the past hour that made you look so miserable?"
Now it was Ares's turn to be surprised. "An hour?"
"No, that's impossible!"
"I've lived here for a very long time, maybe six months? A year? I can't remember!"
"You won't fool me! Stay here and suffer with me!"
Ares swung his longsword again, his strength considerably greater than before.
Hu Jiu frowned. This person was really difficult to communicate with; it seemed the only option was to give him a beating first.
To be fair, Ares's current emaciated appearance and significantly increased strength made Hu Jiu believe his words to some extent.
He seems to have really lived here for a long time.
But Hu Jiu appeared here for less than an hour.
Why are there differences in time?
Hu Jiu kicked Ares, who was attacking him, to the ground. He had indeed become stronger, but he had only gone from a weakling to a slightly bigger one.
Ares had been kicked over, was enraged. He had long since lost the ability to feel fear, and his mind was filled with nothing but killing.
So he got up again. In his angry state, his speed and strength increased, but his attack rhythm was extremely chaotic and full of openings.
Hu Jiu suddenly had the illusion that he was bullying a child.
But... even if a real child stands against him, he will absolutely not hold back!
With a powerful punch, Ares was sent flying, crashing into the wall.
Then a rope descended from the sky and hoisted him up.
Ares's face was flushed red from being strangled. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Instead, he spoke in another way:
Don't you want to know how to leave?