northernbook Chapter 264 Ziyi's Mother
Chapter 264 Ziyi's Mother
Immediately afterwards, several paving stones sank in, so fast that no one could react in time, revealing rows of extremely sharp spikes. The spikes gleamed coldly in the dim light; if one were to fall into them carelessly, they would surely be riddled with holes and become a victim of the spikes.
At this critical moment, Ye Jiuchen reacted swiftly, his cheetah-like intuition instantly activated. Without hesitation, he scooped up Dongfang Wan'er in his arms, his movements gentle yet powerful, as if protecting a priceless treasure. With the agility of a swallow, he used his lightness skill, his toes lightly touching the ground, and leaped to safety like an arrow released from a bow, his robes fluttering in the air, tracing a graceful arc.
"Hmph, you've got some skill." That sinister voice echoed again in the darkness, its sound seemingly distorted by the shadows, reverberating and swirling in the air from all directions, making it impossible to pinpoint its location, like a ghostly whisper mockery. Then, a series of sharp, rapid "whoosh" sounds rang out as numerous sharp arrows shot out from the walls without warning. The arrows rained down on them, whistling through the air like the howling of death itself. Ye Jiuchen's eyes sharpened, a resolute glint flashing in his deep gaze. He instantly drew the supple, serpentine sword from his waist. As it was drawn, the sword seemed to awaken like a serpent, emitting a soft hum. With a flick of his wrist, he unleashed a dense flurry of swordplay, the blades shimmering silver in the dim light. The clanging sounds of the swords clashing were incessant, like a fierce metal symphony, deflecting the deadly arrows one by one, which fell to the ground with crisp sounds.
At that moment, a hidden door silently appeared in the darkness ahead. Like the gaping maw of a colossal beast in the darkness, the door exuded unknown danger and mystery. They approached cautiously, each step extremely slow, as if walking on a bottomless abyss. Their feet landed lightly and silently, every movement filled with vigilance, every nerve taut. The moment they stepped through the hidden door, a pungent stench assaulted their senses like a tidal wave, so strong it seemed tangible, almost nauseating, as if a mixture of countless putrid odors. Inside, the room was filled with bottles and jars of various shapes and sizes, shimmering with an eerie luster in the dim light. Some jars emitted a ghostly green light, others a ghostly blue halo, like malevolent eyes peering into the darkness. And in the center of the room stood the repulsive man in black robes.
"You actually dared to come." The man in black robes smirked, a cold smile appearing particularly sinister in the shadows, like a demon baring its fangs.
Dongfang Wan'er's beautiful eyes widened, burning with furious flames as she roared, "Your evil deeds end here!" With that, she deftly retrieved the silver needles she carried, their cold light gleaming in her hand. She gripped them tightly, fully focused, ready for battle. Her posture was like that of an enraged female war goddess, radiating an aura of fearlessness. Ye Jiuchen's expression was also solemn, his true energy surging. An invisible aura seemed to swirl around his body as he stood ready, like an unshakeable, towering mountain.
The man in black robes waved his hands, chanting incantations that were obscure and difficult to understand, like an ancient, evil curse. Instantly, several brightly colored poisonous insects flew out from his sleeves. The insects' wings buzzed in flight, their colorful bodies shimmering eerily in the darkness, as they aggressively pounced towards them. Ye Jiuchen dared not be careless in the slightest and immediately channeled his inner energy to defend himself. A powerful inner force formed an invisible barrier in front of him, like a transparent shield, emitting a faint halo. Dongfang Wan'er, however, had sharp eyes. Her hawk-like gaze was fixed on the insects' flight path. Seizing the opportunity, she flicked her wrist, sending several silver needles flying like lightning. The needles drew thin silver lines in the air, accurately striking several insects. The struck insects let out sharp screechs and fell to the ground. The two sides remained locked in a standoff, the atmosphere tense like a taut string, ready to explode at any moment, as if a thrilling battle was about to unfold, like a storm about to sweep through the dark old house.
In this critical, tense moment, a cunning glint flashed in the black-robed man's eyes, his gaze like phosphorescent light flickering in the dark, revealing treachery and calculation. Suddenly, his figure flashed like a ghost, his speed reaching its peak, like a black whirlwind, rapidly retreating. Ye Jiuchen and Dongfang Wan'er's eyes met, and in an instant, they understood each other, seeing unwavering determination in each other's eyes. This black-robed man had committed countless evil deeds; how could they let him go easily? Without hesitation, they gave chase.
They swiftly traversed the dimly lit, winding passages, where faint phosphorescent lights flickered on the walls, illuminating their hurried figures. They passed through one secret chamber after another, each a self-contained, mysterious world, filled with an air of mystery and danger, where a deadly threat seemed to lurk in the air, sending chills down their spines. The chambers were filled with all sorts of strange and unusual objects, some emitting a ghostly glow, others a pungent odor, as if silently proclaiming their unknown uses.
Finally, they arrived at a vast, eerie hall. The hall's high ceiling created a sense of oppressive emptiness. The walls were densely covered with eerie, chilling runes, their lines winding and twisting like ancient, malevolent script, seemingly whispering ancient and sinister secrets sealed within the walls, still emanating an aura of malevolence despite the passage of time. In the center of the hall stood a massive, heavy stone coffin, its surface engraved with strange patterns. The figures within were distorted and grotesque, neither human nor beast, exuding a chilling aura.
The man in black robes stood beside the stone coffin, a near-mad, ferocious smile on his face. The smile appeared particularly distorted in the dim light, his mouth stretched to his ears, revealing gleaming teeth, as if he were possessed by a demon: "Since you insist on courting death, then don't blame me for being ruthless!" As he spoke, the veins on his hands bulged, like small blue snakes crawling along his arms. With all his might, he slowly pushed open the heavy lid of the stone coffin.
An overwhelming, unbearable stench of decay surged forth from the stone coffin like a raging torrent. The stench was so intense it seemed tangible, rolling in and making one's stomach churn and feel nauseous.