Vesso stiffly turned his neck toward what he was holding. Where were the peanuts? In their place was a plump, white maggot, still writhing and clearly full of life.
The thought of all the food he had just eaten made him unable to hold back any longer. He vomited loudly beside him, a vomiting fit that was many times worse than the vomiting he had experienced when he was carsick.
The others secretly rejoiced, thankfully they had been disgusted by him earlier and hadn't touched the food on the table, or even drunk a drop of water.
Zuan didn't bother to comfort him; he jumped onto the stage and grabbed the men who had just carried out the execution.
Who knew that those people would be torn apart as soon as he grabbed them? Their vision twisted and distorted, and there were no actors anymore, only paper figures. Each one had lifelike features and was covered in theatrical costumes, making them look particularly eerie.
A chill ran down his spine, and he quickly returned to the table: "Everyone, be careful!"
Just then, he noticed that the other guests watching the play had all turned into paper figures. And as if sensing his actions, they no longer looked at the stage, but instead turned their heads at an extremely distorted angle to look at them, their dark eye sockets staring straight at everyone.
The surrounding candlelight emitted a ghostly green glow, and gusts of eerie wind made the flames and shadows sway erratically, creating an extremely creepy atmosphere.
Qiu Honglei couldn't help but gasp in surprise and instinctively moved closer to Zu An. Although she was a cultivator with a high level of cultivation, she was still a woman. One second she was watching the show with great interest, but the next second she was terrified when she saw this scene.
Not to mention her, even Jing Teng's face turned a little pale. However, she was, after all, a native of this world, and quickly said, "Be careful, it seems we've stumbled into a haunted house!"
Zu An was startled. A haunted house?
The group was being very careful and even checked their surroundings; there were clearly signs of life everywhere.
He glanced at the distant horizon and saw that night had completely fallen. He seemed to be deep in thought. It seemed that everything was normal during the day, but these ghosts would appear after it got completely dark.
The surroundings were completely silent, making Vesso's vomiting sound all the more distinct.
The paper figures all looked at Weisuo, their paper faces showing expressions of disgust, as if they felt that absorbing his essence would dirty their mouths.
Zuan roared, "Playing tricks!"
As he spoke, he unleashed his Flame Blade, drawing upon the Phoenix Flame, and slashed outwards in all directions.
Soon, a dazzling flame erupted from him, spreading outwards in all directions.
Flames are the bane of paper; the paper figures were ignited almost instantly.
A series of strange, piercing sounds rang out, and Zu'an felt a blur before his eyes; the paper figures had vanished without a trace.
The stage was gone, the full house of guests was gone, everything around them had disappeared, and even Qiu Honglei and the others had vanished without a trace.
Zu An was startled and hurriedly searched around, even using his divine sense. However, he found that his divine sense was affected by the surrounding bluish-gray mist and could only extend to a radius of one zhang.
"Illusion or..." Zu'an thought of the knowledge about ghosts that Jing Teng had explained before, and his heart calmed down a little. With Hong Lei's cultivation level, he should be able to protect himself in the short term.
Even Weisuo wasn't weak, and judging from the disdain those paper figures showed him just now, he should be safe for the time being.
As for Jing Teng, she is a demon by nature and controls ghosts, so there is even less to worry about.
As long as I can break this deadlock as soon as possible...
He looked around and found himself in a large mansion, still decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, but the light emanating from the large red lanterns was a dark green, and everything was shrouded in mist, giving it an eerie atmosphere.
Judging from the situation, they should still be within Zhangjiazhuang.
He pondered for a moment, then began to search around. He decided to find the ghost behind it all; once he dealt with it, everything would naturally fall into place.
Looking back on everything that happened after we entered the village, it all revolved around the wedding, so it was pretty obvious who the ghost was.
He did not flee out of the manor, but instead went deeper into the manor.
The bride, being a female relative, naturally resided in the inner quarters of the house.
Over the years, he had visited many palaces of humans and demons, as well as the residences of various high-ranking officials and nobles. He was quite familiar with the layout of those buildings. The architectural styles in this secret realm were also similar, so he quickly chose a direction.
As he ventured deeper, the surrounding fog grew thicker, but Zu An remained calm. His current constitution made him immune to all poisons, and the Primordial Chaos Scripture he cultivated had the effect of purifying evil spirits, so he naturally had no fear of any ghosts.
As you walk along, the corridors twist and turn, and the various courtyards are all designed very elegantly. A small river flows around each courtyard, and there are also many exquisite rockeries and flower gardens along the way.
Unfortunately, there were no flowers inside at this time, only bare branches that looked grotesque and strange. The artificial hill was also covered with dust and cobwebs, clearly indicating that it had been in a state of disrepair for a long time.
Looking at the details of the stone and wood carvings on the various archways and lintels, it's clear that Zhangjiazhuang was very wealthy back then.
After walking for a while, Zu'an stopped and frowned slightly.
He felt that the scenery in front of him was somewhat familiar, and with his current memory, he could naturally tell that this was a place he had just passed through.
"A ghost wall?" Zu'an recalled what Jing Teng had said: some ghosts have special abilities, and with the help of special illusions in the surroundings, they can trap people in a maze forever, never able to get out.
To break this method, one must either be proficient in the art of Qimen Dunjia (a form of divination) or possess a magical artifact that can guide one's way...
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