Chapter 1128
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Chapter 1128 Greedy Vengeful Soul
An Qingyu frowned, looking in the direction they had come from.
Faint rustling sounds came from behind the deep, lightless crevice, as if something was slowly approaching.
Lin Qiye narrowed his eyes, placed his hand on An Qingyu’s shoulder, and with his other hand, drew [Zhan Bai] half an inch from its scabbard. A faint light flickered, and the two instantly vanished into the void.
In the world of intertwining black and white void, Lin Qiye pulled An Qingyu into the inner side of the rock wall. Both held their breath, silently gazing at the dim path behind them.
Rustle, rustle—
Moments later, a pitch-black figure approached, stumbling.
In the faint red light, they could see it was an emaciated man. His upper body was bare, with ribs clearly protruding through his pale skin, resembling a skeleton wrapped in skin. His lower body was covered in tattered black pants. He was crawling slowly on all fours like a dog.
His eyes were hollow, seemingly without consciousness. As he crawled with his hands and feet, his cracked lips moved as if mumbling something.
In the void, An Qingyu gave Lin Qiye a look and asked in a lowered voice:
“Is it a vengeful spirit?”
Lin Qiye nodded slightly.
Hell was originally a place to torment the souls of humans who had committed evil in life. When hell still existed, countless human vengeful spirits were imprisoned here. Now that hell was empty and demons gone, many vengeful spirits must have survived after the divine war, wandering between the realms of hell.
The emaciated man before them had no physical body; he was merely a soul that had wandered in hell for who knows how long.
Just then, the approaching man’s hollow gaze suddenly focused on a spot on the rock wall. His skeletal body trembled, and then he began to leap and bound frantically toward that direction.
His path led directly near where Lin Qiye and An Qingyu were hidden in the void. Seeing this vengeful spirit charging madly toward them, Lin Qiye instinctively tightened his grip on [Zhan Bai], his eyes flashing with killing intent!
But before Lin Qiye could leave the void to deliver a fatal blow, the man suddenly threw himself to the ground, cradling a pigeon egg-sized stone from the corner of the rock wall in both hands, his face filled with excitement and madness.
Only now, at such close range, could Lin Qiye clearly hear his words:
“Gold… it’s gold! So much gold… such big gold!”
At that moment, the man tilted his head back and opened his mouth, using both hands to frantically stuff the huge stone inside.
The stone was too large, completely stretching his cracked lips. Blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, dripping onto his bony torso. The sharp edges of the stone cut open his lips, tearing the flesh into horrifying wounds. Yet despite this, the man continued to force it into his mouth as if immune to pain.
Witnessing such a bizarre and bloody scene, both An Qingyu and Lin Qiye in the void frowned, feeling a chill run through their hearts.
After successfully stuffing the stone into his mouth, the man desperately tilted his neck back, seemingly trying to swallow it. But the stone remained stuck in his throat, neither going up nor down. His grotesque face finally showed signs of pain.
He knelt there like a dog, his fingers frantically clawing at his neck, leaving bloody marks. After struggling for a long time, he finally collapsed face-first onto the ground, motionless as if dead.
Just as An Qingyu thought it was all over and was about to say something, Lin Qiye gave him a look and shook his head.
One second, two seconds, three seconds…
Suddenly, the man’s “corpse” stiffly got up from the ground, still on all fours, his hollow eyes scanning the surroundings. Both the blood at the corners of his mouth and the stone lodged in his throat had disappeared, as if they had never existed.
“Gold… where is the gold… I want big gold…”
Muttering to himself, he dragged his withered body along the mountain crevice, inching forward until he gradually disappeared from Lin Qiye and An Qingyu’s sight.
After he was completely gone, a ripple in the void spread, and Lin Qiye and An Qingyu emerged one after another, watching the man’s departing figure in deep thought.
“The vengeful spirits of hell are truly terrifying…” An Qingyu couldn’t help but say, recalling the scene.
“That must be the punishment and torture inflicted by hell’s demons when his soul was dragged into hell,” Lin Qiye said thoughtfully.
“He mistakes stones for gold, frantically searching under the drive of greed, but ignores the relatively smaller ‘gold,’ always focusing on the oversized ‘gold.’ So each time, his greed exceeds what he can physically bear, and he suffers to death… After death, he is revived to begin the next round of searching, eternally sinking in pain.
His original sin in life must have been greed.”
“So his soul has been choked to death by stones over and over throughout countless ages?” An Qingyu shook his head. “What a vicious method.”
“Now is not the time to worry about these vengeful spirits,” Lin Qiye looked toward the depths of hell, his brows tightly knit. “Although we don’t know why the exploration ship sailed into the deepest part of hell, Zha Ge is trapped there alone and injured, and Jiang Er has lost contact… The longer we delay, the more dire the situation becomes.”
An Qingyu nodded gravely, and the two quickly sprinted forward along the mountain crevice.
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Hell, the deepest part.
Towering black peaks stretched under a deep red sky. In the corner of one peak, a blood-covered figure was staggering, supporting himself against the wall as he hid in a secluded cave.
Shen Qingzhu waved away the air barrier he had used to block the ash, leaned down to peer through a crack in the cave, and looked at the dense demonic figures circling above the mountain peak. His expression grew increasingly grim.
He had created this air barrier partly because the swirling ash was too dense, obscuring his vision as he fled.
The other reason was that after initially touching the ash, he felt an itching in his palm, which made him suspect the ash contained toxins.
Shen Qingzhu clutched the wound in his waist and sat down against the rock wall, his face extremely pale.
“What kind of hellish place is this…” Shen Qingzhu cursed under his breath.
He took out a cigarette from his pocket and placed it between his lips, about to light it, but after glancing at the demons swirling outside, he sighed helplessly and put it away.
The hand covering his waist wound loosened slightly, allowing trickling blood to flow out. A hideous wound nearly traversed his entire waist, resembling the bite mark of some giant beast. In extreme pain, Shen Qingzhu’s lips twitched slightly.
At his current rate of blood loss, he would likely die from excessive bleeding before long.
