100: Chapter 92 Five Thousand Years Behind the Living Wall

The nails were shed, the knuckles twisted, covered in old branding iron scars and whip marks.

They held no aggression; instead, they gripped the ankles of Pei Duo, Xu Mo, and Lin Sa with an urgent, trembling force.

"Ah—!"

Pei Duo's breath hitched, her muscles instantly tensing as she instinctively prepared to bring the hard object in her hand down.

But the next second, through the gap in the metal plate, she met a pair of eyes.

They were pupils sunken deep in withered sockets, murky and unbearable, yet conveying an urgency that chilled the heart.

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It was the anxiety of an elder watching their younger generation fall into distress, wishing they could take their place.

That look forced the scream that had reached Pei Duo's lips back down her throat.

"Come in... Quickly!"

A voice, as rough as sandpaper friction, exploded in their minds.

Xu Mo and Lin Sa exchanged glances, seeing the same gambler's resolve in each other's eyes.

Trust it!

The three of them followed the pull on their ankles, sliding violently into the narrow gap between the metal plates, almost scraping the floor.

"Clang!"

The instant the soles of their shoes vanished into the gap, the metal plate was yanked shut from the inside by a pair of blood-stained hands.

"Boom—!!"

It was only a second's difference.

The heavy mace in the hand of the Blue Oni outside smashed fiercely onto the spot where the three had just been standing.

Gravel flew, and the entire passage trembled.

Through the thin metal plate, Pei Duo could even hear the furious roars and blaming hisses of the vicious ghosts outside.

They searched frantically outside, their sharp claws scraping against the metal plate, creating a piercing noise.

Pei Duo curled up in the corner of the layer filled with coal dust, biting hard on the back of her hand, forcing herself to hold her breath; only her eardrums throbbed wildly with her frantic heartbeat.

"Shh..."

A cold, rough hand gently patted Pei Duo's shoulder, signaling her to stay quiet.

As her eyes gradually adjusted to the faint, ghostly green phosphorescence in the cavity, Pei Duo finally saw the appearance of their saviors.

In this narrow space where one could only crawl, more than a dozen hunched black figures were crammed.

They could no longer be called 'humans'.

Some had lost their legs and floated in mid-air; some had gaping holes in their chests revealing withered ribs; some only had half a head left.

They had no intact skin; all over their bodies were shocking signs of torture.

But what shocked Xu Mo the most were the clothes they wore.

Although they were already tattered and stained with blood, the style...

The armless elder on the left had mottled armor covered in verdigris;

The person on the right wore remnants of a Flying Fish Robe, half of his face covered in burn scars;

And directly in front, the Old Ghost who had just covered Pei Duo's mouth—he was wearing a faded Zhongshan Suit, the collar buttoned neatly all the way to the top.

In the breast pocket, there was even half a scorched fountain pen.

Yin-Shang, Great Ming, Modern Era...

This was a group of Chinese Heroic Spirits spanning five thousand years, imprisoned, tortured, and forgotten here.

"Don't be afraid, child."

The Old Ghost in Zhongshan Suit grinned, revealing a set of broken black teeth. Although his voice was like a broken bellows, his tone carried a comforting warmth that made one want to cry: "They are our own descendants... not completely dead yet. Good, truly good..."

Pei Duo looked at that terrifying yet benevolent face, her eyes instantly turning red.

In this deadly trap woven by a foreign deity system, in this slaughterhouse full of vicious ghosts, the ones who saved them were actually these compatriots and ancestors who had long turned into fierce spirits.

"Senior, what exactly is this place...?" Xu Mo lowered his voice, which trembled slightly.

The Old Ghost in Zhongshan Suit did not answer, merely sighed deeply.

He pointed a withered finger toward a hidden ventilation shaft ahead, signaling the three to crawl over.

"See for yourselves. This place is a prison, and also... a fuel depot."

Enduring the intense pain throughout their bodies, the three crawled for over ten meters along the oil-stained pipe, positioning themselves before the dusty louvered vent, looking down.

The moment they looked down, Pei Duo felt all the blood in her body freeze.

Beneath the louvers was not the ground, but a giant, bottomless circular abyss.

The base of the Lutai was hollow!

Countless thick, pitch-black iron chains hung down from the void, and every chain was covered with dense, translucent souls.

They were like livestock waiting to be slaughtered on a conveyor belt, continuously fed by a massive conveyor belt toward the center.

And right in the absolute center of the abyss stood a hundred-meter-tall bronze meat grinder.

That was the 'Perpetual Motion Furnace' that Daji boasted about.

The giant gears rotated madly, emitting a grating metallic sound that hurt the teeth.

The translucent bodies sent toward it, regardless of gender or age, were mercilessly drawn in, torn apart, and pulverized the instant they contacted the gears.

"Ah—!!"

Countless screams layered together, shaking the entire space into resonance.

The gears meshed ruthlessly, grinding the translucent bodies and squeezing out a dense, dark blue slurry—that was Soul Fire refined to its absolute limit.

These Soul Fires converged into a torrent, channeled through pipes to every corner of the Lutai, driving this massive steel fortress to charge wildly across the land, crushing everything in its path.

"Did you see clearly?" The Old Ghost in Zhongshan Suit's voice sounded behind them, carrying endless sorrow and hatred. "Those thrown in are all Chinese people who strayed here over thousands of years. Soldiers who died in battle, civilians fleeing disaster, and intruders like yourselves."

Xu Mo gripped the edge of the grate tightly, his knuckles turning white from excessive force.

He saw it clearly.

The faces contorted in the raging fire, the figures struggling under the gears—although their clothing varied, their flat facial contours, their black hair... without exception, they were all Eastern faces!

This was the so-called 'Great Yin Imperial Hunt'? This was the so-called 'Lutai Startling Dream'?

To hell with wine pools and meat forests!

This so-called 'Lutai' was nothing more than a crematorium using Chinese Heroic Spirits as coal.

These bastards weren't just draining flesh and blood; they were ensuring that the souls who guarded their land and nation could never be reborn, forcing them to power their enemies even in death.

A surging, monstrous rage, unlike anything felt before and capable of burning away sanity, exploded from Pei Duo's chest and shot straight to the top of her skull.

The fear she felt facing the pursuit of the Red Oni moments ago vanished at this instant.

She finally understood why her usually lazy brother, Pei Fei, who always complained about 'trouble,' had declared war on this place with such fury.

This wasn't just a game instance; this was a bloody national feud spanning time and space!

Pei Duo slowly straightened up, but her previously trembling fingers were now strangely steady.

She stared at the giant meat grinder, the last trace of fear in her eyes completely dissipating, leaving behind only a heart-stopping stillness and madness.

"No matter the cost, I will blow this man-eating hellhole to ashes."