Seeing this, Sheng He hurriedly tried to take back Ao Shuang, but a huge force suddenly surged from the double-headed gun.

With a "bang", Ao Shuang broke into two pieces. Then, the remaining spiritual power exploded on Ao Shuang's sword, and Ao Shuang instantly broke into several pieces.

The snow-white hilt fell to the ground, the main body was broken, and the other phantoms disappeared one by one.

The woman was still tightly entangled by the vines. She watched everything calmly. The next moment, the tip of the double-headed gun turned and pointed directly at Sheng He.

Watching Ao Shuang shatter, Sheng He's mind went blank for a moment, then she immediately came to her senses. Seeing that the double-headed gun was about to stab her, she was just about to burn her blood to forcibly improve her cultivation when she suddenly heard a "beep!"

The double-headed gun seemed to have hit something, slowly slowed down, and was gently bounced back.

The woman frowned and urged the double-headed gun again.

This time, there was still a "beep!" sound, and the double-headed gun was bounced back again.

Only this time, Sheng He could clearly see the colorful rays of light and the huge lotus petals flashing before him.

Is this... a colorful lotus platform?

The double-headed gun dispersed and turned into two short blades again and returned to the woman's hands. The woman took out the fire talisman, and under the burning flames, the vines that were entangled with her quickly retreated.

She held the short blade and stabbed at Sheng He again, unwilling to believe in evil.

Colorful petals automatically appeared around Sheng He. The short blade touched the petals, which felt soft, like stabbing into water.

Seeing Sheng He right in front of her, the woman stabbed Sheng He's eyes with the short blade.

"beep!"

"beep!"

The petals moved slightly, and an elastic force came from the short blade. The woman was knocked back several steps and looked at Sheng He in surprise and doubt.

"What's this?"

"Seven-Colored Lotus Platform, I'm afraid you can't kill me."

Sheng He's face had regained its calmness. She bent down and picked up the broken pieces of Ao Shuang one by one.

"How many spiritual stones will Wu Yan offer to buy my life?"

"Wu Yan?"

Sheng He looked at the woman steadily, and seeing that the doubt on her face did not seem fake, she suddenly chuckled and carefully put Ao Shuang into the storage ring.

"It turns out to be Jiang Xuanli."

"No matter how many spirit stones he offers, I will pay double, and you will kill him for me."

The woman raised her eyebrows, and while Sheng He was not paying attention, the short blade in her hand flew out again.

With a "beep!" sound, the short blade was bounced back.

The woman was completely deflated and kicked the small stones at her feet in annoyance.

"Hey, the Seven Killing Pavilion has rules. You can't do this. I've accepted his mission, so I can't turn against him."

"three times."

The woman didn't speak.

"Five times."

The woman said "Tsk!" and scratched her hair. "It's useless even if you pay a hundred times. Rules are rules. If I betray you, the Pavilion Master will kill me."

"Okay, then don't kill Jiang Xuanli."

Sheng He smiled and looked at the woman: "You can't kill me now anyway, so you're just sitting there doing nothing."

"I'll pay you to help me kill two people. How many spirit stones do you want?"

…

When Sheng He returned to the room, a figure flashed past the door. Sheng He stared at the tightly closed door. After a while, she looked back at the intact barrier, turned around, and kicked the door open.

The room was dark, the dirty bedding was neatly folded at the end of the bed, the teapot on the table was empty, and there was a thin layer of dust on the floor. It didn't look like anyone had ever lived there.

However, she had clearly felt a slight fluctuation of spiritual energy in the room just now.

Sheng He raised his head and observed every corner of the room vigilantly.

The sound of kicking the door startled others. The waiter huddled outside the door and looked inside cautiously.

"Sir, what are you doing?"

"Has anyone lived in this room before?"

After hearing Sheng He's words, the waiter seemed to remember something and took a few steps back.

"Sir, someone died in this room before, and the shopkeeper locked it because it was unlucky. No one has lived here for several months. You'd better get out quickly, it's unlucky!"

Sheng He looked at a certain place in the room, nodded thoughtfully, took out a silver ingot from his arms and handed it to the waiter.

"I couldn't sleep so I came out for a walk. There was a small problem with our room and I accidentally broke the door. This money is my compensation to the inn."

"The extra money is just for tea, brother. Please lock the door as it is."

The waiter weighed the silver ingot and immediately smiled happily. He locked the door neatly, then went downstairs humming a little tune while carrying the silver.

The crowd that came out to watch the excitement gradually dispersed. Sheng He stood at the door. She slightly opened her right hand, and countless vines stretched out from the window into the house. Until she heard a slight fluctuation of spiritual energy in the air again, she immediately climbed through the window and went downstairs to check.

The green vines formed a cage. Perhaps because the figure inside was struggling constantly, the vines kept twisting, making it look particularly terrifying.

Sheng He gently moved his fingers, and the vines gradually retreated. The trapped figure immediately wanted to escape, but was tightly entangled by a vine around his ankle.

Sheng He narrowed his eyes and looked carefully at the figure in front of him.

It was indeed just a figure, without flesh and blood, and under the moonlight, there was not even a shadow.

Black blood was constantly flowing out of her seven orifices, her nails were long and sharp, and there was a red rope tied around her neck. Although there was no wind, the end of the red rope was strangely floating towards the north.

Is this... a ghost?

The elder of Qingyun Sect once mentioned in class that the evil ghost was an evil creature created by evil cultivators. After torturing and killing a woman, it would forcibly extract her soul and tie it up with a red rope while her three souls and seven spirits were still in her body.

This red rope is made of special material and soaked in the blood of the evil cultivator himself, so it can keep the ghost's soul from dispersing.

The evil cultivator controls the ghost through this red rope, and the ghost will always remain in the tragic state it was in before death. As long as the red rope is unbroken, the ghost will live forever.

How could a ghost appear here out of nowhere?

Sheng He frowned, tentatively took out the iron sword and slashed at the ghost with force.

The ghost's head was instantly chopped in half, but when the iron sword touched the red rope, it was as if it had touched something extremely hard, and the blade of the iron sword instantly curled.

The ghost's head, which was chopped in half, gradually healed. She roared, staring at Sheng He fiercely with her scarlet eyes. If her feet had not been bound by vines, she would have pounced on him long ago.

Sheng He tried to chop off the ghost's head again, but just like the elder said, as long as the red rope was connected, the ghost would not die.

The head that fell to the ground slowly floated in the air. The body that was originally controlled by the vines gradually dissipated, and the ghost grew a new body.

Without the restraint of vines, the ghost showed its sharp fangs and pounced towards Sheng He like crazy. But before she could touch the corner of Sheng He's clothes, she suddenly grabbed the red rope around her neck with both hands.

The end of the red rope was pulled straight, and the next moment, the ghost flew into the air and was pulled back tightly by the red rope.