I looked up at Chang Jiuzhen: "Why should I save twelve dead people?"

Chang Jiuzhen's expression changed drastically: "What did you say?"

I sneered: "I said, these people have been dead for a long time. Can't you even tell the difference between the movements of the living and the dead?"

Although the twelve people were screaming loudly, their screams were filled with bursts of ghostly aura.

I raised my hand and clapped twice in the air, and the screams of those people instantly turned into shrill laughter. The twelve laughter sounds crisscrossed, like twelve evil ghosts laughing miserably around the secret room.

"This...this..." Chang Jiuzhen's expression changed again and again: "You... you are playing tricks, aren't you?"

I shook a finger: "You are wrong. The person playing tricks is not me, but the ghost who gave you the *Ren Pi Jing* (Human Skin Sutra)."

"You weren't a sorcerer at first, right? After you learned the secret art of tattooing, you haven't been in contact with the mystic arts, right?"

"If you had been in contact with sorcerers, you would know that 'ghosts and gods impart skills, they must have a purpose.' You haven't done anything, so why would ghosts and gods impart the *Ren Pi Jing* to you?"

I got up and said, "Take a look for yourself, what kind of tattoos are the ghosts and gods giving those people?"

Chang Jiuzhen turned his head in horror, and saw a black square appearing on a person's back: "He... he is tattooing... he is tattooing a coffin!"

"You're right!" I sneered: "Sun Qing only has a coffin lid tattooed on his back. That's not a complete coffin. What the ghost wants is a real human skin coffin."

"He asked you to gather one hundred and twenty people together in order to pick out the five most suitable people to tattoo the coffin and tattoo the six sides of the coffin."

"Take a closer look, don't the remaining seven people only have blood on their backs, without tattoos?"

When Chang Jiuzhen turned his head, he saw that indeed, some of them only had blood on their bodies and no patterns!

I stared into his eyes: "Do you think you are still useful in the eyes of ghosts and gods?"

"I..." Chang Jiuzhen's face, which was already bloodless, became even paler.

My voice, like a ghost, clung to him: "You are useless. Don't tell me how much the ghosts and gods trust you."

"If he really regarded you as one of his own, you would live for one hundred and twenty years, not live like a ghost for two reincarnations."

"The moment the human skin coffin is completed, you will be annihilated."

My voice suddenly rose a few degrees: "To live or to die? The choice is yours!"

As my voice echoed like thunder in the secret room, a roar suddenly came from the void: "Presumptuous!"

The rolling sound waves, like thunder in the sky, not only made my ears buzz, but also a burst of air, from who knows where, lifted me into the air.

The moment I flew in the air, all the scenes in front of me disappeared, and all that remained was the black mist-filled secret room.

I didn't blow up the wall at all, nor did I enter any gathering hall. I was just standing still in the same spot.

At that time, I watched the other party's fingers stabbing towards my eyes without moving, not because I couldn't break through the figure in front of me, but because I was waiting for a suitable opportunity.

From the moment my Bai Zhou (Daybreak) saber fell into the other party's hands, I knew that this secret room was much larger than I had imagined, and there were even hidden passages under the secret room.

Bai Zhou (Daybreak) is my weapon. Just like Ye Yang can sense his sword within a certain range, I can also feel the position of Bai Zhou (Daybreak) and Zi Ye (Midnight).

The fact that I couldn't feel Bai Zhou (Daybreak) meant that it was either too far away from me, or it was sealed by some kind of power.

No matter which result it was, it was not a good thing for me. If I wanted to track Chang Jiuzhen by tracking the Bai Zhou (Daybreak) saber, it would be equivalent to going deep into the secret room, which was too dangerous.

Therefore, I have been brewing the "Ren Gui Tong Hun" (Human-Ghost Soul Fusion) in the Ghost Eye Secret Art.

To put it simply, "Ren Gui Tong Hun" (Human-Ghost Soul Fusion) is to allow the caster and the prey to fall into the same illusion.

This illusion belongs to both me and my opponent. The illusion exists in the opponent's memory. What I, as an intruder, have to do is to constantly make the opponent doubt and constantly deny until he falls into my control.

At first, I didn't find any flaws in the other party. Just when I was about to forcibly use "Ren Gui Tong Hun" (Human-Ghost Soul Fusion), the explosion caused by Zhao Yuezhu alarmed Chang Jiuzhen, and I took advantage of the situation to launch the Ghost Eye Secret Art.

It wasn't until that time that I realized that Chang Jiuzhen's Earth Soul was hidden in the Juyi Ting (Hall of Righteousness), and the ghost and god sacrifice had already begun.

It wasn't that I didn't want to save the twelve victims, but it was too late at that time. I could only perform the secret art amidst their screams.

At that time, if I had been given a few more seconds, I would have been able to control Chang Jiuzhen to hold my Bai Zhou (Daybreak) saber and point the blade at the ghosts and gods.

Unfortunately, at that most critical moment, my secret art aroused the vigilance of the ghosts and gods.

The other party just roared and blew me away.

I flew back two meters, smashed through the door of the secret room, and fell heavily to the ground.

"Li Po!" Zhao Yuezhu wanted to come over and help me, but I got up and stood in front of the door of the secret room: "Qin Xin, take her out, quickly!"

Before my voice fell, the secret room was already filled with black smoke. As the rolling thick smoke passed by me, I only felt an unbearable itch all over my body.

That kind of itching pain from under the skin made people want to tear off their own skin and scratch it a few times.