Chapter 154: Ruan Yunxiong Case (3) It was only 200 meters away when we came...
Si Ling watched the cracks spread across the statue's face, tightly gripped the dagger in both hands, held his breath, and prepared to fight.
After a few seconds, the surface stone peeled away, revealing the bluish-gray skin beneath. The statue's eyes moved, carefully examining the empty cave before it, but saw no human figure.
At the same time, Si Ling, who had cast a spell to hide his figure, hid behind a big rock.
She didn't know the true level of the Rakshasas' cultivation, but it was clear that even the Four Judges hadn't been able to break the barrier. Now that Xuan Chi was gone, her own strength had dropped by at least 30% to 40%. She wasn't the fool in American horror movies who knew something was wrong but still had to get closer to investigate. There was no need to rush in and engage them head-on at this moment.
Si Ling concentrated on thinking for a moment, then casually picked up a few paper figurines and threw them out. She made hand gestures and chanted an incantation, and the figurines drifted away into the air.
A few steps away, the stone flakes on the statue continued to peel off. After a few minutes, Luosha's arms were basically exposed, which gave him some room to move. He immediately stretched out his arms, first shaking off the remaining stones on his arms, and then tried to move his legs and feet. The stones in his lower body quickly showed a network of cracks and shattered in an instant.
He staggered forward a few steps, stretching his muscles and sniffing his nose, and soon he detected a strange scent in this familiar place.
This strange smell made him excited, especially since his companions had not yet woken up. This meant that he had the opportunity to enjoy this extra meal alone. No matter whether the other party was a god, a demon, a ghost, or a bird or beast, he didn't mind having it as a snack.
Luosha's eyes flashed with brilliance. He continued to sniff the air, looking for the source of the strange smell, and quickly determined the general direction.
He followed that direction, searching until he finally turned a corner and found a semicircular hole on the side, near the ground, less than half a man's height. He didn't remember a hole there before, but that wasn't surprising. After all, even the landscape of the Rakshasa Realm, so far removed from the human world, wasn't static.
Luosha was obsessed with his prey and had no intention of paying much attention to the hole that suddenly appeared. But just as he was about to move forward, he suddenly caught a glimpse of something about half a meter inside the hole.
Luosha stopped to look again, bending slightly. As his gaze moved downward, he saw a pair of white soles standing upright in an inverted figure eight shape. Beyond the white soles was the hem of a white dress.
Someone died here!
Si Ling hid behind a huge rock and watched coldly, watching the Rakshasa dance with joy. Then, as expected, he leaned over into the cave and tried to pull the body out.
Rakshasa feeds on absorbing resentment. Although the resentment of mortals is insignificant compared to that of evil spirits, it still exists. The resentment of people who died unjustly is obviously higher. Of course, this Rakshasa will not let go of the food that is delivered to his mouth.
The entrance to the cave was narrow, making it very difficult to move around. Luosha worked for a long time before finally dragging the body out. He immediately began to search the body, trying to find the soul that had not yet dissipated.
...So he didn't notice at all that the corpse was lying with its toes pointing upwards, but its body and head were facing upwards.
Si Ling held his forehead and said: You're really flirting with a blind man.
No wonder the various races in the Celestial Realm feel there are communication barriers with the Rakshasa Realm...
She shook her head, her mind moving the paper figurine. Luosha was still trying to find the soul, and after finding nothing on the back, he stretched out his bony arms and tried to turn the body over.
The Rakshasas were all quite strong and the corpse was quickly turned over. This time, the Rakshasas were so frightened that they jumped back!
After turning the body over...it was still the back.
A Rakshasa wouldn't be as frightened of such a thing as a mortal, but it would still feel strange. Suddenly alert, he backed away from the corpse with light steps, looking around for danger.
Not long after, he retreated into the shadows.
...This was actually a very strange thing, because this space was almost completely dark. The only thing that could be called a "light source" was the halo of light on the barrier that kept changing colors. But the shadow appeared, and he clearly felt that the surroundings suddenly darkened.
Luosha took two steps back, and when he realized something was wrong, a sharp chill came from behind him.
Luosha suddenly turned around, and the figure that came into his sight disappeared in an instant, but in the next few breaths, he inevitably recalled the scene he saw in that second.
...It was the silhouette of a woman from behind, wearing a coarse white linen dress, like mourning clothes in the human world. Because it was from behind, he couldn't see her face, but the half of her arm that was exposed was pale and covered with blue spots.
As he remembered, although her back was facing him, her feet in cloth shoes were facing forward.
Luosha was startled and suddenly turned around to look at the place where the corpse was lying just now. The corpse was indeed gone.
Luosha's pupils shrank suddenly. Besides a little fear brought by the unknown, he was more angry. Ghosts were to Luosha like cattle and sheep to mortals, so the current situation was like cattle and sheep waiting to be slaughtered teasing him!
Luosha roared and leaped up, climbing up the stone wall like a bat, panting, looking down at every movement on the ground. If the ghost came out again, he would pounce on him and suck him dry.
Si Ling narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at Luosha's violent behavior. She guessed his mood.
The next second, Luosha felt the evil energy coming from above again. He looked up suddenly and saw the back of the female corpse falling from the sky. He had no time to dodge and was smashed to the ground.
He was pinned down tightly, and immediately cast spells with both hands, smashing the corpse.
But the corpse remained unmoved, just pressing down on him quietly, like a heavy stone slab.
Luosha was confused for a moment and felt a little scared this time.
...Because ghosts are to Rakshasas what cattle and sheep are to mortals, that's not entirely true. Nowadays, when mortals slaughter cattle and sheep, the outcome is always certain. Even if the cattle and sheep were replaced with tigers and lions, as long as the situation is not in the wilderness but in mortal territory, mortals have nothing to worry about.
But this is not the case with Rakshasas and ghosts.
They all have cultivation and magic. Although the Rakshasa world belongs to a sect outside the Three Realms and calls itself a sect, and has the blessing of "once being immortals", they can crush most ordinary ghosts, but occasionally there are cases where powerful ghosts kill the Rakshasas.
Rakshasa became alert and roared again, trying to wake up his companions.
He heard his cries echoing off the stone walls, but for some reason, his companions seemed to be fast asleep, and no one paid any attention to his calls for help.
Just at this moment, the female corpse, whose body was as stiff as a stone slab, moved.
When he began to suspect that his magic power was inferior to the other party's, Luosha's mentality collapsed. He showed a terrified expression like a mortal seeing a ghost. After seeing that the head turned 360 degrees in front of him but was still in the same position as the back of the head, he let out a heart-wrenching scream.
At the same time, the pitch-black underground was silent, and no Rakshasas' screams or cries could be heard. Most of the stone statues still stood there motionless, and among them, a few awakened Rakshasas peeled off the rubble on the ground.
But they were also dragged down by various ghosts and were bounded within independent barriers without realizing it.
This made Si Ling feel a little relieved. This time she brought all the paper figurines in stock and even cut a lot of new ones. Now that these Rakshasas had woken up one after another, it was just the right opportunity for her to build barriers for each of them.
For a moment, she thought it would be nice if she could keep defeating them one by one. The four judges fell here perhaps because of bad luck. They encountered the collective awakening of the Rakshasas and had no choice but to fight them head-on.
But this optimistic view did not last long. After living long enough, whether it is a person or a god, they will become very bad at "deceiving themselves" and "taking chances".
After hearing the sound of the stone statue shattering again, Si Ling chanted the soul-hiding spell: "Hide the soul and escape." Then he floated towards the stone statue.
She stopped in front of the stone statue with an expressionless face, waiting calmly for the statue to move its head and reveal its eyeballs, and then she quickly confirmed that Rakshasa, like most ghosts, could not see her hidden soul.
She ignored the Rakshasa and walked straight through the stone statues of Rakshasa with different appearances. She counted them hastily and found that there were only dozens of them.
There is an open space behind this group of stone statues. At the end of the open space, there is another crack. It is wider than the crack not far in front of Ruan Wenxiong's courtyard and can accommodate two or three people passing side by side.
Si Ling frowned and looked into the depths of the crack. This dark line seemed endless, leading to an unfathomable place.
She calmed herself down and continued moving forward, but unexpectedly the crack was unexpectedly short, only two hundred meters at most, and it ended there.
A cliff suddenly appeared before our eyes, and the terrain extended deeper into the ground, forming a vast space that stretched as far as the eye could see above, in front, left, and right.
Si Ling took a deep breath and looked intently at the space below, where he could barely see the bottom.
She pondered the darkness for a moment, vaguely discerning the floor. She could discern that the floor seemed to be covered in irregularly shaped gravel, its depth difficult to discern. A faint wisp of black smoke swirled between the rubble. For many ghosts, this signified lingering resentment, and some sorcery had the same effect... She couldn't fathom what was going on here, but it couldn't be good.
Out of caution, Si Ling did not intend to go down directly to find out what was going on out of curiosity. She turned around and returned to the stone statue area. After floating for about two minutes, she found that the crack had become longer.
…It was only 200 meters away when she came here, but when she looked forward now, she could not see the end.
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