"So I never had any accidents. Only illness consumed me." The man smiled faintly and looked at me. "Put that way, do you think it's fair?"
"You're such a thoroughly evil person, yet you're still fine in the end. It's truly disgusting." I gave a cold laugh.
"Now that you've seen my perfect crime, you'll soon become the next victim." The man stood up and said, "Get ready. No matter how you resist, the outcome has already been decided."
I said nothing. Demon Blade Muramasa in my hand came slicing down. As the blade fell, a terrifying force swept forth.
Yet when the blade struck, it left no wound on the man.
Because the man was like a shadow. His body gradually turned into a phantom and vanished without a trace.
My blade had missed. Instead, it left a huge hole in the wall.
Everyone nearby was roused, including Wuxin. They all ran out.
I sat on the sofa and waved my hand. "It's nothing. Go back to sleep."
"Looks like an evil spirit," Wuxin said.
"Can you sense it?" I asked.
"I'll try." Wuxin slowly closed his eyes. Soon, he shook his head. "No, I can't sense it. But I keep feeling that there's something strange about this room."
"If you can't sense it, forget it. He'll come back anyway," I said.
Everyone soon fell asleep again. I alone sat on the sofa with my eyes slightly closed.
The next day, we continued searching for a way to leave. By then, the muddy water around us had grown increasingly abundant, and there were also many strange things lurking in it. Going into the water now would be a certain death sentence.
However, after taking a careful look, I decided that we should stop going outside.
On the third night,