The Ghost King suddenly turned around: "How did you know?"
The old monk laughed and said, "We finally got out of this godforsaken place, who would come back for no reason? I just ran into someone. I haven't seen a single living person here in all these years. If you're not chasing him, then who are you chasing?"
"Where is she?" Ghost King thought he was referring to Jing Teng and asked hurriedly.
The old monk did not answer, but instead said, "If you help me get out of trouble, I will tell you?"
The Ghost King sneered, "Do you think this is a fair trade?"
The old monk replied, "Judging from this transaction alone, it is indeed unfair. It all depends on how important that person is to you."
The Ghost King wasn't intimidated: "I think I just heard your roar. It seems you suffered a loss at the hands of that person?"
Upon hearing this, the old monk's expression twisted in pain. He had originally set a trap to use the boy's body to escape the seal, but instead, the boy had tricked him out of his most precious magical artifact.
The key point is that he still can't understand how that kid, who looks so weak, could sever his master-servant relationship with the Purple Gold Bowl.
Seeing his expression, the Ghost King understood: "Tell me where that person is, and I'll help you get revenge."
The old monk's expression shifted between light and dark. He realized that it was unrealistic to ask the other party to save him, so he replied, "Fine, but you must bring the other party here. I want to torture him properly, to make him wish he were dead, so that I can vent my hatred."
Having roamed the world with unparalleled power, he had never suffered such a great loss in his life, and his hatred for that kid had reached its peak.
"No problem." The Ghost King casually agreed. Although he didn't understand why the other party hated Jing Teng so much, who would care about this stinky crab after catching her?
The old monk then pointed in the direction Zu'an had just left: "He went that way."
The Ghost King's expression changed. He had just come from there and hadn't seen anyone, but this dead crab clearly wasn't lying, so...
He flashed and rushed back in an instant.
Seeing the direction he left in, the old monk narrowed his eyes. In the end, he didn't tell him about the boy obtaining the Purple Gold Bowl. It would be best if both sides died together, which would be truly satisfying.
Meanwhile, the Ghost King returned directly to the spot where he had been, his body swelling with black mist as he began attacking the walls on all sides.
The runes on the wall flickered, as if some mysterious power was blocking his attacks.
That's why he didn't do that just now.
However, now that they know the other party was probably hiding nearby, they attack to determine what's behind the wall.
Sure enough, he quickly noticed the abnormality and came to a wall. Black mist condensed into a hand and pressed it on the wall. Then a door opened, revealing a dark secret passage.
He sniffed at the door: "It really is her scent. Hmm, and there's also that pretty boy's scent. Humph, just in time."
A cloud of black mist, carrying countless skulls, chased directly into the secret passage.
...
Meanwhile, Zu'an and Jing Teng chatted like lovers, always having endless topics to discuss, as if they were not in the depths of a terrifying tomb, but under the flowers and moon.
However, every road eventually comes to an end, and soon they arrived at the exit, where an empty room appeared.
It was cold and damp, completely different from the lava field we had been there before.
He noticed that the room was almost empty except for a door with a small window, which he couldn't tell was for ventilation or something else.
Zuan asked curiously, "What's behind this door?"
“Didn’t we say before that many terrifying monsters were sealed deep within the great tomb? There’s a monster imprisoned here,” Jing Teng replied, his expression neither sad nor happy, as if he were recounting something ordinary.
Zuan was shocked; it turned out that those monsters were imprisoned in such a place.
He couldn't resist his curiosity and went closer to take a look, wanting to see what it was that even the Immortal Lord Baopu couldn't kill and could only seal here.
Upon arriving at the gate, he noticed that it was made of some unknown material and covered with various mysterious runes, clearly related to a seal.
Upon closer inspection, the small window on the door was actually sealed, and it looked somewhat like glass, but Zuan knew it was definitely made of some other material.
Fortunately, the small window was transparent. Looking inside, all I could see was darkness, with only two rows of crystal-like objects vaguely visible. Nothing else could be seen.
Zu An frowned. With his current cultivation level, his vision in the dark was not much different from that in daylight, but he still couldn't see the situation inside.
He couldn't help but examine the two rows of crystal balls closely; each one was the size of a basketball, and there were about sixteen in total.
I thought this arrangement was strange; could it be some kind of seal?
As I looked at them, I suddenly felt that the crystal balls were a bit strange, as if there was a brownish gas slowly flowing inside them.
Then one of the crystal balls seemed to rotate, and what was previously just a light brown color was now completely filled with a dark brown.
Immediately afterward, the other crystal balls also began to show signs of spinning, and Zuan felt a sudden sense of unease, as if some great danger was about to befall him.
At the same time, the purple-gold alms bowl that had been obtained earlier also began to vibrate.
Just then, a gentle little hand pulled him back a few steps, and Zu'an came to his senses, realizing that his back was soaked with cold sweat.
"What were those crystal balls just now?" Zuan asked, still somewhat shaken.
“That’s not a crystal ball, but the eyes of the monster inside,” Jing Teng replied.
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