As they saw, the girl was indeed very strong, to an absurd degree.
They always had a feeling that even if all of them were put together, they would still be no match for that girl.
In fact, they don’t care about winning or losing in this game. They only care about whether they can kill all the Chinese Taoist priests here.
If all the Chinese Taoist priests, especially the younger generation, died in this competition.
Then they will be able to invade China using unconventional means.
After all, when it comes to such supernatural things, who can know which country did it?
Some people who watched the live broadcast were stunned.
"Isn't this against the rules? So many of them ganging up on one person? This is a bit too much."
"It shouldn't be against the rules, after all, only one country can win."
"Could the conditions for sending it out be to kill everyone in other countries? That's too harsh. I never thought I'd see a live broadcast like this in my lifetime..."
"I don't think so. The rules say there's a very powerful ghost lurking in this castle. As long as we kill that ghost, we'll win."
"I hope Ye Ruoqing can find the ghost as soon as possible and kill it, otherwise these people will cause trouble for her and kill her."
Ye Silan was driven out of the castle when the game started. At this moment, she was also watching the game.
Seeing the small bottle in Kazumiko's hand, my heart moved.
This bottle of blood contains her blood. These people really want to use this bottle of blood to deal with Ye Ruoqing...
That's great.
This is equivalent to dealing with Ye Ruoqing personally.
Ye Ruoqing, no matter how powerful you are, you will still fall into my hands.
Thinking of this, Ye Silan felt a surge of heat in her heart. After Ye Ruoqing died, she would slowly build good relationships with the members of the Ye family. She wanted both the Ye family's money and love.
Ye Ruoqing shouldn't even think about getting involved.
Ye Ruoqing pulled Qiao Tong to the basement downstairs. There were two basements in the castle, and they went to the first floor.
The air was filled with the smell of decay, and on both sides were long, dark fires. The flames were yellow, completely different from the white flames of ordinary burning candles.
Ye Ruoqing looked at the uneven wall and sighed, "Why are you rushing up so quickly? I want to beat them up."
"Boss, I'm worried about you. Those people are shameless. So many people are bullying you. I can't just stand by and watch you get bullied."
Qiao Tong muttered.
"Is the ghost hiding here? Kill him quickly and we can get out. I think those people have bad intentions."
"It shouldn't be so easy for us to find it. There are words in front of it."
Ye Ruoqing saw that there was a mural in front of the stairs, with some drawings and words written on it.
Two men stepped forward, and footsteps were heard behind them.
Ye Ruoqing suddenly turned around and saw Ling Chen and Wang Yuer following her.
Ling Chen lowered his head slightly, feeling a bit embarrassed. His usually serious face was filled with a hint of apology. "Let's go together so we can look after each other."
He hesitated just now, which was wrong. The more it was at a moment like this, the more they had to unite.
Ye Ruoqing spread his hands, indicating that it didn't matter.
Turning to observe the painting, there are some murals carved on it, telling a story about burning witches.
Originally, people lived happily in a tribe.
As a result, one day, a few strangers passed by the village and rested in the village.
One of the strangers fell in love with a girl from the village.
So the stranger settled down in the village and had a child with the girl.
The child grew up to be very beautiful, and the village owner, Count Rosa, fell in love with the girl.
The count married the girl and lived with her in the castle.
Later, Count Rosa died mysteriously, and deaths occurred one after another in the village. People said that the girl was a witch who brought death, so they gathered together to burn the witch to death.
The mural depicts a simple story, with a few crudely drawn flames representing a raging fire, and a slender figure howling in pain while being strung up on firewood.
The story is very short and the back is unclear due to the stone painting.
After reading it, Ye Ruoqing saw a door at the end of the mural, so she walked forward and opened it.
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