The colliding air currents continued, and Shekh tore off Mingpei's hands from his back, pulling out a blood-red, skinless person.

The bloodied figures on the ground, like the blood-red arms on the wall, showed that the bloody hand that was stopping them was being controlled by Ming Pei, who did not want anyone else to enter Yu Qiongzhi's tomb.

Each attack of the black flames leaves a scorching trail, and Shekh pulls out every terrified face from within the tail flames.

The clearly defined black and white checkered pattern was gradually stained with blood, perfectly embodying the concept that every inch counts.

The bloodied man who had fallen got up and charged toward Shekh, howling. Huang Yingzong asked nervously, "Are we just going to stand here like this?"

Lin Shu: "Otherwise, wouldn't going up there get in the way?"

Huang Yingzong: "Okay..."

He stared intently at the center of the chessboard. A faint golden light shone from Shekh's palms. With a flick of his wrists, the blood-soaked head that had charged forward underwent a 360-degree spin.

Blood and human limbs were scattered all over the ground, and the stench of decay was overwhelming. After losing his resentment time and time again, Ming Pei seemed to regain some of his rationality. At the same time, his marksmanship skills improved significantly, becoming even more persistent.

Sheh deflected the spearhead that swept down from the sky and noticed that Mingpei's energy was dissipating rapidly. His attack power was still there, but his figure was becoming ethereal.

Shi Jinzhe watched from afar and felt that Shehe was holding back. She was only attacking the blood-covered man on Mingpei's back and only defending against his attacks. This was not Shehe's style.

The candle in his hand was almost gone, the light growing dimmer and dimmer. Every arc of Ming Pei's spear swept out was as sharp as a dragon piercing the sky, each time extinguishing the remaining flame in his hand as it pounced away.

Since Shekh's fight wasn't troublesome, he wasn't worried. He lowered his eyes and began to think about something else.

Ming Pei only appeared after the Yu family dug up Yu Qiongzhi's grave. Could he be the one who turned Banshan Town into this place?

Mingpei's current form is illusory, without offerings or faith. If he wants to maintain his body, he can only rely on eating the souls and resentment of these invaders. So in the end, he ate himself into a madman burdened with countless evil souls.

Aunt Qu said that Yu Qiongzhi had asked them to hide in Banshan Baosi Temple, so the ones who protected Banshan Town and kept it from the world by time were the already deceased Mingpei and Yu Qiongzhi.

"Yu Qiongzhi..."

Shi Jinzhe silently murmured the name, thought for a moment, and then took out the Tianhuang stone seal from the ring space.

The last blood-soaked figure on Mingpei's back was pulled off by Sheh. His movements slowed down slightly as he slowly turned his body towards her.

Sheh stopped, and seeing Shi Jinzhe step forward a few steps, he placed the Tianhuang stone seal on the ground.

Qian Chang: "Why... did you suddenly stop playing?"

Fu Guanzai: "Shh, don't speak yet."

Golden light flowed into the Tianhuang stone carved with kapok flowers, and after a short wait, the seal began to emit a soft glow.

In the warm white light, a simply dressed woman appeared, her form shifting from ethereal to real.

Lin Shu held her breath and recognized that this was Yu Qiongzhi.

She turned around, her expression gentle, and said calmly, "Thank you."

Yu Qiongzhi didn't look at Ming Pei; instead, she lowered her head and stared at the square yellow stone for a while.

As I looked at it, I smiled with relief.

She walked step by step toward Mingpei past the square of yellow stone, asking softly, "What year is it outside?"

Lin Shu said to her retreating figure, "It must have been almost a hundred years since these blood-soaked people came."

"A hundred years, that's a long time."

Shekh was the only one facing Yu Qiongzhi directly, and he could see her clearly. She walked over, her white skirt stained with blood.

Her long, dark hair was flowing freely, her face was pale, and her clothes were being blown about by the cold wind, yet she didn't look like a dead person at all. After Lin Shu finished speaking those words, she even shed tears.

Yu Qiongzhi stood in front of Ming Pei, but unfortunately he couldn't speak, and the two remained silent.

She turned around and smiled at everyone: "You should leave Banshan Town now. The candle is about to burn out, and I can't hold on any longer."

The group looked over and saw that Shi Jinzhe's candle was indeed almost gone.

Yao Shu asked, "What is this candle?"

"My soul."

Yu Qiongzhi explained calmly, "I'm just an ordinary person who wants to do things beyond my capabilities. Of course, I have to pay a price. Since the right person has chosen me, then it's time."

Lin Shu: "So you've been inside the candle the whole time...?"

Yu Qiongzhi replied, "Yes, it's a coincidence."

Lin Shu: "Aren't you afraid I'm a bad person if you save me?"

“They followed you shortly after you left,” Yu Qiongzhi said, pointing to Yao Shu and Jiang Xiaowan.

Lin Shu couldn't help but bite her nails. So if it weren't for Aunt Qu giving Shi Jin the candles and them lighting them just before she left, even if she had drowned, no one would have been able to save her immediately.

The reason Aunt Qu folded candles for Shi Jin was because Yu Qiongzhi was kind to her; she was kind-hearted and couldn't bear to see the teacher harm them.

Most importantly, Yu Qiongzhi saw the help they provided; without that connection, she might not have intervened.

Lin Shu truly hadn't expected that Yu Qiongzhi was also part of her self-rescue. Recalling the mission requirements of this round of dungeons, and then thinking about the game mission that Shehe had proposed the day before yesterday, which was a word game, she sighed deeply. It really was true that nine people had to change the fate of one person first before they could change their own; otherwise, it would all be in vain.

If the nine of them fight one-on-one or scheme against each other, the death of any character will be inevitable. In the end, everyone will be killed by the plot.