Miao Qi Miao

Chapter 686 Who Entered the Jar

Chapter 166 Trap

I could sense that the woman in the black dress had already entered the range of the trap, but I couldn't find her true form.

I hadn't driven her to the end of her rope yet; she didn't want to come out.

My voice deepened, "Ye Yang, show no mercy, send our two friends from the Coffin Gate on their way."

As my voice echoed slightly in the building, the sound of Ye Yang's long sword dragging along the floor also rose sharply in the corridor.

Ye Yang seemed to be deliberately trying to scare the two disciples of the Coffin Gate. His footsteps were silent, but the tip of the cold flame sword sparked against the concrete floor, and the piercing sound of the blade was like sharp knives cutting into Tian Dan's heart.

Tian Dan finally couldn't bear the pressure any longer. "I can't take it anymore! I'm going to summon a ghost spirit to kill them!"

"No… no… you can't…" The Third Brother grabbed Tian Dan's arm tightly. "We can't… we can't fall for Li Po's trick."

Later, I learned that Tian Dan's Third Brother was indeed a difficult character. If he hadn't been careless and underestimated me, I might not have been able to take him down so easily.

Just from the way he reacted when Ye Yang approached, he could tell that I was trying to force them to use the spirit-summoning treasure. His scheming was worlds apart from Tian Dan's.

He understood very well that a wild spirit like the woman in the black dress would never dare to deal with the law-enforcing ghost spirits of the underworld; otherwise, the only result would be being押押下地府 (ya xia di fu – taken into the underworld). As soon as Tian Dan dared to use the spirit-summoning treasure, the woman in the black dress would target the Coffin Gate before she targeted Liangjie Tang (Two Realms Hall).

It was a pity that he was too badly injured, and Tian Dan hadn't stopped the bleeding in time. He no longer had the strength to explain to Tian Dan, so he could only grab her sleeve to prevent her from seeking her own death.

But Tian Dan desperately shook off his arm as if she had gone mad. "Da Bing is dead, and you're injured. Li Po wants to kill us. What can I do? Leave me alone. I will make Li Po pay the price."

The Third Brother closed his eyes as if resigning himself to fate the moment he saw Tian Dan raise the spirit-summoning talisman. Because he knew everything was over!

Tian Dan held up the spirit-summoning talisman, her face contorted, staring fixedly at Ye Yang, who had appeared at the door. "Liangjie Tang, I, Tian Dan, will never coexist with you under the same sky. You all go to hell!"

Before Tian Dan could exert force with her hand raised in the air, a sharp ghostly howl came from behind her. The woman in the black dress, like a bas-relief emerging from the wall, protruded half a foot from the wall with clearly defined features, and grabbed towards Tian Dan with both hands.

But before she could break free from the wall, the wall, which had shown no signs of abnormality, was struck as if by a palm of a master, and the wall skin fell to the ground in pieces, revealing the runes beneath. The fiery light of the runes blazed fiercely, instantly burning half the wall red. The ghost spirit, preparing to break through the wall, was engulfed in flames and trapped in the wall, unable to move.

While Tian Dan was stunned by the scene before her, the wandering soul silk that Ye Yang had unleashed also缠缠住了 (chan zhu le – entangled) her wrist.

Ye Yang merely pressed and pulled the wandering soul silk lightly with two fingers, and the razor-sharp silk cut off the other person's wrist, and the palm with dripping blood flew back into Ye Yang's hand.

Ye Yang stuffed the bloody hand and the jade talisman into his pocket, and as he retreated, the black-clothed woman, who had been burned into a ball of fire, shattered the wall with a loud crash and pounced madly towards Ye Yang.

As Ye Yang retreated along the corridor, holding his sword in one hand, the ghostly wails came continuously from all directions – it was the black-clothed woman's avatars concentrating in one direction, her target being Ye Yang.

The black-clothed woman was afraid that we would summon ghost spirits, but what she didn't know was that even if Ye Yang and I got the spirit-summoning talisman, we wouldn't use it easily.

From the moment that Third Brother plotted against Liangjie Tang, we were already in a never-ending battle. What I wanted was to keep the disciples of the Coffin Gate, and if we summoned the Yin Marshals, they would definitely stop us.

We can't devour all the disciples of the Coffin Gate, but we can't let the tiger return to the mountain and let them continue to cause me trouble!

The woman in black has finally been lured out by me!

All the traps I left in the building were activated at the same time, the arrows tearing through the air, the thunder and fire exploding, the guillotine falling… and other sounds rose and fell throughout the building, followed by angry roars of ghosts and spirits.

"Nine steps… ten steps… thirteen steps…" I narrowed my eyes and counted softly a few times, then reached out and grabbed Jie Yueling, who was sitting on the chair. My right foot slammed down on the ground, and the floor that I had tampered with beforehand cracked open with a bang under my feet. I took Jie Yueling and Lin Zhao down to the second floor amidst the dust and dirt.

My feet only touched the ground momentarily before the floor exploded again, creating another hole. The three of us continued to fall one floor after another without stopping.

When I stood in the corridor on the first floor, Ye Yang also happened to appear in front of me.

"Go down!" Ye Yang and I stomped our feet on the ground almost at the same time. This time, without any surprises, we landed at the entrance to the basement.

I leaned against the door with my back and rushed into the basement with Jie Yueling.

Before we could stand firm, the iron door of the basement slammed shut, and the sound of the locks clicking into place came from outside.

When I turned around, I saw a pair of fleshless human feet hanging from a wooden box in the distance.