Prison

The word "kill" entered their sight, and Qin Shuanglian, Shi Tiangao, and the others felt their heads thunder. They nearly fainted. Even a grandmaster from the Celestial Master Mansion couldn't escape? Even a Great Grandmaster could hardly stop it?

They were worlds apart from the four of them, divided by the gulf between Immortal and Mortal, and yet they had met the same fate. What chance did they stand?

Those who had entered the rift died soon afterward. Those who followed into the ghost village had the word "kill" deepen according to their strength, until they ultimately lost their lives?

Despair rose and engulfed their hearts.

The Celestial Master's expression was grave. He looked up at them and carefully questioned them about the ghost village. At last, he instructed his young attendant:

"Please invite Master Foolish Monk over."

He had the Ksitigarbha Soul Crossing Scripture, a treasure personally written by a Great Bodhisattva. It was the bane of evil spirits and wicked entities!

Dong Yuan's face was pale, and his whole body trembled. He staggered backward until his legs hit the edge of the sofa, then collapsed onto it. "W-what do you want to talk about?"

"The areas the government has searched can't be a secret." Meng Qi stood before Dong Yuan with his hands behind his back. The complete lack of emotion in his eyes put an end to Dong Yuan's urge to call the guards.

A blanket search would inevitably draw the attention of countless ordinary people. There was no way to keep it under wraps. At most, they could use the search for terrorists or dangerous fugitives as a pretext. To a seasoned journalist like Dong Yuan, with direct access to the upper echelons, it truly wasn't a secret. He simply didn't know the specific results