"Your man... across the way... sings mountain songs..."
The shrill Cantonese opera echoed over the abandoned Huangshan Village, seeming to burrow out from the depths of everyone's hearts, carrying a chill that pierced to the bone.
As the singing rose higher, the blue mist around them grew denser and denser, until they could barely see their hands in front of their faces.
"Something's wrong! Everyone, steady your minds! This is an illusion!"
Uncle Feng abruptly stopped, raising the Bagua mirror in his hand before his chest. His gaze instantly turned somewhat unfocused, and fine beads of cold sweat seeped across his forehead.
In his vision, the desolate village vanished, replaced by a sea of flames.
Within the inferno, countless fellow disciples who had once fought at his side, only to die horribly in the end, reached toward him with blood-covered faces. They closed in on him, wailing for him to save them.
"Senior Brother... save me..."
"Ah Feng... why are you still alive..."
Uncle Feng gritted his teeth and suddenly bit through his tongue, spraying a mouthful of pure yang blood onto the Bagua mirror.
"Break!"
With a furious shout, the blazing illusion before him shattered like a mirror.
Uncle Feng gasped for breath, clarity returning to his eyes, but the hand clutching his peachwood sword trembled slightly.
This female ghost's resentment was far too heavy. It could directly stir the deepest guilt and fear within a cultivator's heart.
It directly infected people's emotions.
This method was truly terrifying!
"Ahhh! Bombs! They're all bombs!"
A strange cry suddenly rang out beside him.
Leon sprang up like a startled monkey and viciously hurled away the box of chocolates he treasured like a priceless possession.
"My chocolates turned into time bombs! And that flowerpot has teeth! It wants to eat me!" Leon