Quick Wear: The host is a jerk again and runs away

Chapter 547: Accidentally Entering the Lair

At a fork in the line, the tortoise shell with a missing corner in Xue Yi's arms began to glow, and then it rushed towards a branch at a rapid speed as if it had been sensed.

Wei Fuzhi immediately mobilized the floating boat to catch up, but the road was getting narrower and narrower, and slowly the floating boat began to shake, as if something in the underworld was pushing the boat.

Ahead, the Yellow Springs Road suddenly shrank into a line, and the floating boat seemed to have sailed into a dark throat. The surrounding space was so oppressive that it was almost suffocating.

The ship was shaking violently, and every bump was accompanied by a dull sound, as if an invisible force was tearing at the bottom of the ship, trying to drag it into the abyss.

Xue Yi's face was solemn. She increased the output of the Buddha's light, trying to dispel the growing cold aura.

However, they have already ventured into uncharted territory.

The air around me began to condense into frost, making it difficult to breathe.

Suddenly, the water under the boat began to boil. Countless pairs of pale arms penetrated the dark river water and grasped the side of the boat tightly. Their nails scratched the wood, making a heart-pounding sound.

The ghosts let out sharp wails, their faces were distorted, and their eyes flashed with despair and hatred, as if they wanted to drag the souls of all the living into this endless darkness.

When Wei Fuzhi saw this scene, he immediately shouted, "Oh no! We have entered their lair!"

Xie Lanyue felt a little uncomfortable with the densely packed ghosts. He couldn't stand seeing such things. "Isn't it the fragments that lead the way? It leads to a dead end!"

At the same time, the power Xue Yi could exert was becoming less and less.

After a moment, she had exhausted the power that had previously existed in her body.

Without the protection of the Buddha's light, countless ghosts climbed up the ship's wall in an instant.

Everyone started fighting with them with weapons, but without their magic powers, they had no way to repel these ghosts.

Soon, the crowd was entangled by overwhelming ghosts, who kept trying to break into their consciousness and take over their bodies.

These wandering ghosts now have no bodies, as their flesh bodies have long been dissipated by the underworld day by day.

Now that we have met outsiders, if we can be more generous, we will have a chance to get out!

"Bring the body here! Bring it here!"

"Give me your body..."

"Give me your body! Give me your body!"

The shrill screams rang out, like a loop playing, making everyone more and more uncomfortable.

As the only person with magical powers, Xue Yi had to wander among the crowd as quickly as possible.

Her sword split into thousands of phantoms, rushing straight towards every ghost that crawled up.

"One sword becomes a thousand shadows!"

As Xue Yi wielded the sword that could transform into a thousand shadows, the sword light poured down like a galaxy, instantly illuminating the dark space around it and repelling the ghosts that tried to invade one by one.

The air was filled with the eerie melody of sword sounds and ghost wails.

However, this fierce counterattack seemed to anger the imprisoned vengeful spirits.

They were no longer just attacking blindly, but began to converge into a more turbulent undercurrent, with an even thicker rage in the air.

At this moment, the fragment of the artifact that was originally leading the floating boat forward seemed to sense the crisis. It suddenly stopped flying, turned into a stream of light, and fell accurately into Xue Yi's arms.

In an instant, a warm and powerful force surged out from the fragments, flowing along Xue Yi's meridians, quickly restoring her depleted magic power.

Not far away, the dark abyss seemed to be torn apart by invisible hands. An ominous red light seeped out from the cracks, spreading rapidly and swallowing up the surrounding darkness.

In this red light, there was an ancient and deep hum, like the cries of thousands of ghosts, or the whispers of gods and demons, causing the entire Yellow Springs Passage to tremble.

The ghosts on the floating boat seemed to smell the breath of death. They screamed in fear, gave up attacking, and tried frantically to escape from the source of terror.

The ghosts transformed into translucent black smoke and poured out from the gaps in the side of the ship and the cracks in the deck, forming dark torrents that fled in the opposite direction of the red light. Their speed was so fast that it gave the illusion that the space was distorted.

As the ominous red light continued to spread, the water of the Yellow Spring seemed to be boiled by an invisible force, surging into huge waves.