Xu Ying had the feeling that someone was watching him. He glanced around, but there were simply too many stone statues here, and most of them looked alike. He had no idea who was watching him.
At that moment, the sound of a stone shifting came again.
Xu Ying followed the sound with his eyes, but could not tell which statue had made it.
"Master Zhong, the Plague God doesn't hold grudges, does he?" he asked in a low voice.
"He does!"
The Great Bell also remembered how Xu Ying had lashed the Plague God and whispered, "Do you remember? Last time, right after you struck Him, He immediately poked you with a finger. He doesn't just hold grudges—He remembers them with crystal clarity!"
Xu Ying felt an itch creep across his back. "Can I open my Heaven's Eye and look behind me? I'm afraid the Plague God's tentacles have already pierced into my heart."
The Great Bell hurriedly said, "No! Have you forgotten what just happened? If you open your Heaven's Eye, all these Heavenly Gods will notice you, and their wills will stuff your head full! You'll end up just like those corpses beneath the cliff!"
They walked along a narrow mountain path. Beneath them were sheer cliffs, where countless corpses that did not know they were dead kept climbing upward. They often fought over a treasure, while beneath the cliffs, all kinds of treasures lay piled as high as mountains, tempting people's boundless desires.
They had been influenced by the wills of the Heavenly Gods. They had died without knowing they were dead, and would remain muddleheaded like this forever.
Yuan Qi felt an itch on his back and raised his tail to scratch it.
Seeing this, Xu Ying felt his hair stand on end. The itch