Chapter 100

"Is Dao Wuchang still alive?" When Huang Fei and Mei Xue arrived at the well, they could no longer hear any cries for help from inside.

Just as everyone thought Dao Wuchang had met an unfortunate end, a more pitiful scream came from the well.

"Don't, don't, don't!"

"Stay away from me, go away, don't come near, you monster!"

"Rip!" The sound of clothes being torn came from the well, accompanied by Dao Wuchang's desperate cries for help.

"Save me, save me quickly, there's a ghost in here!"

Huang Fei and Mei Xue exchanged glances. Was there a ghost in the well?

However, Dao Wuchang was not from the Netherworld Immortal Dao, and his specialty was the famous "Five Ghosts Transporting Technique." He had used it so smoothly just now, so why would he be afraid of a ghost?

"Ahahahahaha!" It seemed he had encountered something unimaginably terrifying. Dao Wuchang's screams were like those of a woman being violated, the tremors in his voice were vividly expressed.

A gray chain shot out into the air, and finally, Old Li couldn't bear to watch any longer.

The chain extended downward, but it never reached the bottom. Old Li was stunned, as if he had realized something.

"Pull me up quickly!" Dao Wuchang, like a drowning man clutching at a straw, grabbed the chain desperately.

"Whoosh!" Old Li's chain retracted at high speed, finally pulling Dao Wuchang out of the well.

The Dao Wuchang who was pulled up no longer had the distinguished demeanor he once had. His finely crafted Eight Trigram Daoist robe was now just a few small pieces of fabric, his buttocks were bare, and his body was covered in bloody handprints, indicating he had encountered great terror at the bottom of the well.

"Don't! Don't! Don't come near me!" Dao Wuchang's eyes were white, his limbs twitching. The precious mirror and the copper bell for summoning the five ghosts, which he always carried, were nowhere to be found. It seemed he had been completely stripped of everything.

However, compared to the loss of those treasures, Dao Wuchang seemed to have lost something even more important. His expression of unbearable pain looked like...

"Cough, it's good that you're alive. Good things will happen as long as you're alive." Huang Fei, who had regained some strength, patted his friend's shoulder with a look of experience.

"Sniff... sniff... I... I..." As a noble young master, Dao Wuchang, who was always well-cared for even when traveling, burst into tears. One could imagine the great suffering he had endured at the bottom of the well.

Among the group, only Xiao Liu knew what had happened to Dao Wuchang. She covered her mouth and smiled, then looked more seriously at the deep, bottomless well.

There was something inside, something very unclean.

Humans generally refer to such things as "ghosts," while demons usually classify these monsters as part of the Yomi demon lineage, which are spirits that transform into ghosts for various reasons after death. One of the twelve Earth Immortal branches passed down from ancient immortals, the "Netherworld" lineage, specializes in controlling these Yomi ghosts.

In Xiao Liu's own family's Qingxu Secret Realm, the eighth layer's final forbidden zone was guarded by a powerful ghost, the Ghost Sword King, formed from the resentful spirits of fallen immortals in Qingxu. However, it had already been defeated by Mei Xue.

But the ghost in the well now seemed unusual to Xiao Liu's perception, not like a wandering spirit.

Specifically, there were two ghosts in the well. One was a female ghost in a white robe, with a blurred face and faintly visible hands, who had grabbed Dao Wuchang and pulled him into the well.

The other was a towering, nearly three-meter-tall red giant ghost, with Dao Wuchang's torn clothes still in his hands. The five ghost corpses Dao Wuchang controlled were all torn apart by this giant ghost, and Dao Wuchang himself had unfortunately fallen into its hands, experiencing some great terror.

At that moment, the two ghosts were targeting Mei Xue and her group.

The female ghost's claws began to press into the ground, and the well emitted a strange aura.

In the next second, the well in the middle of the road suddenly disappeared.

"Mei Xue." Xiao Liu tugged at Mei Xue's hand, and the two of them jumped away in unison.

Although he didn't see the trajectory like Xiao Liu, Old Li, who had encountered countless strange demons while exploring secret realms, also relied on his intuition to pull Huang Fei to the side.

However, the Shi brothers, who were bound by Old Li's chain, and Dao Wuchang, who had just escaped from the tiger's den, were not so lucky. They were directly pulled into the well by the ghost hands that suddenly appeared beneath their feet, and Old Li's chain was snapped.

"Ahahahahaha!" Dao Wuchang fainted again in the midst of the screams.

This time, he had a companion in his terror, as Shi Da and Shi Er had somehow woken up.

"We surrender!"

"Let us go!"

In less than ten seconds, even the tough body cultivators broke down, indicating the great terror that Dao Wuchang and the Shi brothers had experienced.

"I surrender, I surrender, whatever you want, I'll give it to you, I'll tell you everything." Dao Wuchang cried out, willing to do anything for his freedom.

At the bottom of the well, the female ghost in white asked a few questions, then looked up, her dark eyes locking onto the team leader—Huang Fei.

"Why do I feel like I'm in trouble..." Huang Fei felt a chill down his back, as if a ghost had possessed him in the scorching summer.

This was not an illusion. The female ghost at the bottom of the well waved her hand, and the giant ghost, who had been molesting Dao Wuchang, Shi Da, and Shi Er, reluctantly picked up a large wooden club and leaped out of the well.

The giant ghost's massive body should have been impossible to fit through the narrow well opening, but as he leaped out, the well expanded, allowing the ferocious and perverted giant ghost to easily come out.

"Boom!" The sound of the giant ghost landing shook the ground three times, and his massive body naturally exuded a tremendous pressure.

The ghost had three horns on his head, a large gourd on his back, and a large wooden club in his hand, made of an unknown material. His fierce face was fixed on Huang Fei, clearly with ill intentions.

"Hey, I don't taste good." Seeing the giant ghost eyeing his fat belly, as if it would be delicious fried, Huang Fei strongly protested.

Old Li automatically stood in front of Huang Fei, the gray chain on his arm coiling up to form a sinister chain serpent, ready to face the enemy.

Given the existence of the well that could appear and disappear, it was impossible to reach the boundary tower, so a decisive battle had to be fought here, according to Old Li's judgment.

Although the opponent was a ghost, compared to the nearly indestructible ice butterflies, Old Li clearly preferred to deal with this opponent.

Because he himself practiced similar dark immortal techniques, and the chain he used was the famous "Soul Chasing Chain" from the Netherworld Dao.

The red giant ghost opened his mouth, looking at Old Li with disdain, clearly uninterested in the old man.

The gray chain flew at high speed, the iron snake raising its triangular head and charging at the arrogant red giant ghost.

The red giant ghost swung his large wooden club, smashing it down on the gray chain, creating a deafening explosion.