Hu Jiu turned around and saw only an endless expanse of white light.
In order to find the light source, a thin film like sunglasses grew in his eyes, tightly covering them to weaken the strong light.
As the darkness in his eyes deepened, Hu Jiu saw a human-shaped figure standing quietly not far away.
However, where its head should be, a large light bulb has grown on it!
The light bulb is the light source, emitting a blinding white light.
This light was unlike any natural light; it seemed to come from another dimension. While it could dispel the darkness, it also brought an ominous aura.
Zhao Feng pulled his black trench coat tighter, covering all his exposed skin without leaving a single gap.
"Why are you so scared? What are this ghost's abilities?" Hu Jiu asked.
Zhao Feng, his head covered by clothes, said in a muffled voice, "Don't let its light shine on you, or your mind will be irreversibly twisted, and even a good person with a strong will will turn into a heinous villain!"
Upon hearing this, Hu Jiu looked at the Bulb Monster again.
Bathed in the white light, he could indeed feel the evil thoughts stirring deep within his heart.
Greed, arrogance, envy... all the negative adjectives churned in my mind.
Unfortunately, it didn't have much impact on Hu Jiu.
After all, his sense of morality, values, and bottom line are unbelievably low, even challenging humanity's understanding of "malice."
He had long since confronted the deepest sins within his heart, degenerating to the point where he could no longer fall into depravity.
The light emitted by the bulb continued to intensify, and the surrounding air seemed to be polluted by the forces of corruption, becoming viscous and oppressive.
Although Zhao Feng had covered his body with his clothes, his shadow on the ground began to distort and become blurred.
Everything nearby seemed to lose its meaning, except for the light bulb's unsettling glow, which unearthed the dark side hidden deep within human nature, drawing people in involuntarily into it.
This ghost is indeed very ferocious. If an ordinary person or Ghost Tamer is exposed to its light, they might develop another evil personality.
Unfortunately, it didn't work on Hu Jiu.
Swish--
A cube with all six sides made of mirrors traps the Bulb Monster inside.
Hu Jiu easily subdued the ghost.
He kicked Zhao Feng twice, who was still trembling with his head covered, and said, "It's alright, get up."
Zhao Feng peeked out with one eye, and seeing that the white light had indeed disappeared, he breathed a sigh of relief, but then became even more nervous.
That light bulb was a real handful. Hu Jiu, who easily dealt with the Bulb Monster, is definitely going to be even more troublesome!
"I see you're quite pragmatic, so stop talking nonsense and tell me the truth," Hu Jiu said, his tone laced with pressure.
Just as Zhao Feng was about to speak, his expression suddenly changed, and a look of confusion appeared in his eyes.
Seeing that Hu Jiu was about to make a move, Zhao Feng hurriedly said, "Don't be hasty, it's not that I don't want to talk, it's just that I can't say anything!"
Hu Jiu raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Could it be some kind of curse?"
Zhao Feng shook his head. "Just now, I don't know what I triggered, but my memory suddenly went haywire, and I can't remember anything."
"All I know right now is that I'm in charge of guarding this place; I've completely forgotten everything else."
"Really? I don't believe it." Hu Jiu's expression was slightly exaggerated, as if he was about to subject Hu Jiu to severe torture.
Zhao Feng panicked. "It's true, more real than real gold! You have to believe me..."
Snap...
Hu Jiu reached out and pressed his hand on Zhao Feng's forehead.
Zhao Feng rolled his eyes.
After a moment, Hu Jiu withdrew his hand.
My mind really went blank.
Zhao Feng had just come to his senses when he heard this question. He didn't dare to say anything more, and only cautiously asked, "In that case, can you let me go?"
Hu Jiu nodded.
Zhao Feng's face lit up with joy.
The next second, Zhao Feng's head was severed and, along with the Corpse Demon from before, was put into a sack.
Hu Jiu then turned his gaze to the fifth door.
Without the slightest hesitation, he took out the key again.
Despite the great resistance, with his Supernatural blessing, the giant gate was quickly forced open, leaving a crack.
An unknown, Supernatural atmosphere seeped out through the crack in the door.
Hu Jiu slipped past and quickly closed the door.
Behind the door, the scene was no longer repetitive, but... a corridor.
This corridor is like a mountain tunnel, extremely wide and huge, as if it were a hotel built for giants. Every so often there is a pitch-black door with a number on it.
Hu Jiu glanced back; the number on the door she had come from was "167".
The corridor floor was covered with a soft, green carpet that had a slightly sticky feel when stepped on.
Hu Jiu examined the green carpet closely and realized it resembled some kind of moss.
His feet floated up and he stopped stepping.
The corridor space was stable, without any disorder or strange, Supernatural atmosphere.
As Hu Jiu pondered, he moved forward in the direction of the increasing Black Door numbers.
Click--
A door in the distance suddenly opened.
"It's door number 200." Hu Jiu concealed his presence and shielded his aura.
The person who came out of Black Door 200 was tall and thin, with his head down and shoulder-length hair covering most of his face, making it impossible to tell whether he was male or female.
He didn't notice Hu Jiu and hurried towards the other end of the corridor.
After he had walked away, Hu Jiu approached the door of number 200, took out the key, and gently pushed it.
The door was pushed inward a crack.
The gap is very narrow, resulting in extremely high resistance.
A strong, ominous, and Supernatural aura emanated from the crack, accompanied by something that looked like blood.
Click--
A blood-stained arm suddenly stretched out from behind the door, its sharp nails digging tightly into the edge of the door crack.
The mere sight of a hand sent a sudden, unsettling sense of crisis through Hu Jiu.
But he didn't back down. He activated the Supernatural within him, Hanging Rope unexpectedly attacked the arm behind the door!
Snap--
The Hanging Rope lashed hard across his arm, leaving a visible wound. The Supernatural aura clinging to it continued to wreak havoc.
Finally, the hand loosened its grip, and Hu Jiu seized the opportunity to slap it again.
The arm was finally pulled back.
But then, bang bang bang...
Something slammed violently behind the door. Hu Jiu's eyelids twitched wildly, and he slammed the door shut.
It actually made him feel a sense of crisis!
Although it's only a small point, it shouldn't be ignored!
Hu Jiu is a very pragmatic person. He seems to be looking for opportunities in crises and enjoying the thrill of dancing on the edge of a cliff.
What he actually enjoys is the satisfaction of being in an absolutely safe place, and the pleasure of provoking "danger".
He only takes a gamble when victory is assured; when real danger arrives, all he wants to say is, "Goodbye."