Lu Xueqi (50)

But the old woman before them gave off an extremely ominous feeling.

Su Han stopped and watched the old woman warily.

The Netherworld Mark sent out a warning. This was not the true deity Meng Po, but more like a projection—or... a trap—formed by the Netherworld Laws here combining with scattered soul power and resentment.

The old woman raised her hollow eyes and looked at the three of them. Her voice was hoarse, like sandpaper scraping together. "Travelers... have a bowl of soup... Forget your worries, forget your pain... The road ahead is long. Drink a bowl of soup, so you may travel on peacefully..."

She stretched out a withered hand, scooped up a bowl of murky liquid from the wooden barrel, and offered it to them.

Within that bowl of soup, countless shifting faces seemed to be reflected, filled with the power of temptation and disorientation.

Su Han's gaze turned cold. Spiritual power circulated through his body as he said solemnly, "We are not dead souls. We will not drink this soup!"

The smile on the old woman's face vanished instantly, turning savage. "If you do not drink... you may not pass... Stay... Stay and keep this old woman company..."

Before she finished speaking, the broken bowl in her hand suddenly exploded. The murky soup transformed into countless vicious ghostly faces that howled as they lunged at the three of them!

At the same time, the surrounding mist churned violently. More Ghost Shadows emerged from the fog and the Higanbana Flower Sea, letting out shrill wails as they swarmed forward!

"Watch out!" Lu Xueqi shouted sharply as the Tian Ya Sword flew from its sheath!

Clang—!

A clear, resounding sword cry echoed through the Underworld. An incomparably brilliant blue sword aura swept out like thunder from the Nine Heavens!