Chapter 114 The Brain

As the four of us halted simultaneously, Ye Yang and Feng Ruoxing’s ears twitched slightly, as if trying to catch any nearby sounds.

However, both shook their heads slightly; they couldn’t hear anyone calling out.

After I gave Wang Butcher a hand signal, I took two steps forward. Wang Butcher exclaimed, "That person is still calling me, telling me not to leave!"

"I hear it too!" Violet light flickered in my eyes. "There are no ghosts here. Who is calling out to the two of us?"

I quickly realized, "The person in the prison cell ahead had their brain removed. Has anyone seen where the brain is?"

According to the rules for entering the previous two gates, the key to the gate should be materials taken from a demonic beast, and those things were placed out in the open.

Where should the brain in front of the third gate be?

Could it be that the one calling out to us is the brain that was dug out?

I stood my ground and asked in a deep voice, "Friend, if you don't want me to leave, at least give me a reason, right?"

"Don't leave, don't go forward!" The voice seemed only able to repeat this one sentence.

I gave Wang Butcher a signal. "I'll go forward. You cover me."

Wang Butcher nodded and drew a butcher knife from his back. He followed me a few steps forward. The moment I took my fourth step, a loud crash, like a prison door opening, suddenly came from behind us.

I was only slightly distracted when the ground beneath my feet suddenly gave way, and I plunged into the trap below.

Ye Yang and Feng Ruoxing simultaneously moved to rescue me, but a flash of saber light from the wall blocked their path.

Although Ye Yang and Feng Ruoxing were fast, the saber light that flashed in the dark was even faster than their swords. The saber light, only a foot long, stood upright in the air, but seemed to be everywhere.

The opponent only unleashed three strikes, but the three streaks of saber light cleverly cut through the gaps in their swords, the blade heading straight for the gaps between their fingers. The saber's momentum wasn’t fierce, but it was unusually ruthless. The seemingly nimble blade was enough to shave open an opponent's bones in an instant, splitting their arms in two.

As Ye Yang and Feng Ruoxing simultaneously withdrew their swords and retreated, I was restrained by the instruments of torture that had sprung out from the underground mechanism.

Before I could even exert strength to resist, I was trapped by iron plates that shot out from both sides of the trap, clamping my neck.

In the blink of an eye, I was hoisted to the ground by a table-shaped mechanism, like a monkey held in the center of a round table waiting for its skull to be cracked open.

Feng Ruoxing was about to attack again, but Ye Yang stopped him.

Ye Yang coldly looked at Wang Butcher and said, "What's going on?"

Wang Butcher's face turned pale. "I... I... I don't know how to explain it."

"I'll tell you!" Just as the voice that had told me not to leave rang in my ears again, a figure appeared from the depths of the secret passage. "Back then, when I came down to suppress the prison, I didn't complete the third checkpoint. Extracting the brain without damaging the spirit is too difficult."

As he spoke, the man looked at Wang Butcher with burning eyes. "However, I've devoted years to studying in the tomb passage, and I finally understand the key. With my guidance, you'll definitely be able to extract that person's brain completely. Come..."

"Shut up!" Wang Butcher raised his knife and pointed it at the other man. "Are you a Wang family ancestor? Do you still remember the Wang family's ancestral precepts?"

The man roared, "The Wang family's ancestral precepts are important, but saving the Art is even more important! If the demon god under the prison doesn't come out, the Art will be in danger!"

Wang Butcher was about to speak, but Feng Ruoxing interjected, "Who told you that the Art is in danger if the demon god doesn't come out? How long have you been dead? Judging by your attire, you must have lived in the late Qing Dynasty or early Republic of China. It's been a hundred years since your death, and the Art is still around. What danger to the Art are you talking about?"

"What do you understand? What do you understand?" The man roared like a madman. "The current Art is already a mix of humans and ghosts, demons and monsters. Maybe someone around you is a ghost, someone is a demon!"

The man suddenly pointed at Ye Yang. "He... he is a ghost. A ghost wearing human skin."

Ye Yang watched expressionlessly as the other man pointed at him, the coldness in his eyes growing stronger.

The man suddenly turned around and pointed at my face. "And him! He is a demon, the demon of demons. If you crack open his brain, you can see what makes him different from other people."

The man roared at Wang Butcher like a madman. "This Art is finished, it's been finished for a long time. It hasn't been the Art of the human world for hundreds of years. The demon star has been reincarnated, hidden in the world. Evil ghosts wear human skin, parading through the streets; it's no longer the Art."

"Only the person under the prison can save the situation!"

"As long as we can save him, it's worth killing as many people as it takes, as many sorcerers as it takes!"

"I'm violating the ancestral precepts, but I'm walking the path of Heaven with demonic methods!"

"Listen to me, start extracting his brain, and I'll teach you!"

As the man spoke, cold light flashed in his eyes. "Don't be afraid, with me here, no one can stop you. Whoever dares to block you, I'll kill them!"

Wang Butcher said with great anguish, "Senior, I don't know which generation of the Wang family you are, but I know that you are already..."