119: Funeral clothes are evil! Help, nephew!

Zhang Qianchou frowned deeply and anxiously shouted.

"Sixth Elder, can it still work now? Even for a little while! I'll go wake up the Lord of the Hall."

"Do you still need to?"

Sixth Elder Xu Cheng cursed.

Without another word, he turned and ran to Yang Yucheng's side.

He didn't care if Yang Yucheng was asleep or not; he simply lay down beside him, looking as if he had no intention of acting.

He intended to wait for death!

"It can be like this?"

Zhang Qianchou was dumbfounded again.

He was deeply impressed by Sixth Elder Xu Cheng's clever approach.

So, he followed suit and lay down on Yang Yucheng's other side.

Since things had come to this, they might as well try anything.

Yang Yucheng's side was definitely the safest!

..."As one destined to die, yet unaware!"

"When you fell into this place, you should have given up all resistance. How dare you play these little tricks here? No wonder you are so foolish!"

Many young female figures surrounded them.

The three lay stiffly on the ground, and from the forest in front, a dark figure emerged.

The dark figure's footsteps, occasionally breaking twigs, gradually sounded.

"You can't see me, you can't see me!"

Zhang Qianchou shook his head repeatedly.

His face was pale, and he slowly spoke.

Sixth Elder Xu Cheng still had some courage!

He opened his eyes and looked forward.

He saw.

The person walking towards them had a pale face, devoid of any color.

He was dressed in the white robes of a funeral attendant, and his steps seemed somewhat unsteady! He walked with a limp.

It was truly eerie.

But what was most terrifying was the thick Qi of evil spirits that swirled around him.

He was the true evil spirit!

As for the young female figures.

Even though they were also evil spirits, they were far less terrifying than this person.

Especially after this person appeared, green lanterns silently hung in the surrounding air, like countless evil spirits carrying lanterns.

In groups, they all appeared beside them!

Sixth Elder Xu Cheng's throat bobbed, and fear appeared in his eyes.

They had truly met with great calamity this time.

How unlucky they were to have entered the lair of this evil spirit!

"Sect Master Martial Nephew, don't sleep, wake up quickly!"

Saying that.

Sixth Elder Xu Cheng grabbed Yang Yucheng's arm and shook him repeatedly.

This situation was no longer something an Elder in the Spirit Emperor Realm like him could handle.

Sect Master Martial Nephew was the last hope for all of them!

"I thought you wouldn't come out!"

Yang Yucheng stretched his body.

He slowly woke up, but didn't stand up immediately, instead leaning against the white soft cushion behind him.

The white jade robe behind him gradually fell onto the deep tree.

Yang Yucheng remained seated, lying there.

His expression was nonchalant, and his face was full of playfulness. He seemed to find the evil spirit in the Spirit King Realm that appeared before him merely interesting.

"The one destined to die should be the evil spirit destined to die!"

"That's right!"

Yang Yucheng said with a calm smile!

And with Yang Yucheng's appearance.

Sixth Elder Xu Cheng's trembling heart instantly stabilized.

He immediately waved the chicken feather like a command arrow.

"A mere evil spirit dares to be so presumptuous in front of a person from our Fengyun Sect! How dare you!"

"Next."

"If you are sensible, cooperate willingly, and perhaps my Sect Master Martial Nephew might spare your life!"

"That's right!"

Zhang Qianchou also jumped out.

He came before Yang Yucheng and spoke loudly, as if to completely dispel all his previous fears.

"Tendon removal, facial dissection, heart extraction!"

"You evil spirit, you must pay the price for this!"

Zhang Qianchou was indeed quite ruthless.

And ordinary evil spirits have extremely tenacious vitality, so this method still wouldn't take their lives.

It's just that.

The process would definitely be very painful.

Which was precisely Zhang Qianchou's purpose in doing so!

Just as Sixth Elder Xu Cheng and Zhang Qianchou in front of him thought the evil spirit would surely be enraged.

"Is this acceptable?"

The Pale Man in front of them hesitated for a long time before finally speaking, asking such a question.

Zhang Qianchou felt a little strange.

He stepped back, very cautiously returning to Sixth Elder Xu Cheng's side, and glanced at Yang Yucheng.

His Lord of the Hall was not asleep, which was reassuring!

"What's going on, Sixth Elder?"

Zhang Qianchou was confused, unable to understand the situation before him.

"You Prodigy!"

Xu Cheng also didn't understand.

He took a step forward and spoke again.

"Can I hit him?"

The Pale Man asked, and he was asking Yang Yucheng!

Yang Yucheng nodded.

A gust of wind blew.

Rolling black Qi transformed into a tornado, heading straight towards Sixth Elder Xu Cheng, not with strong killing intent, but merely to give him a simple lesson!

With a rumble, Xu Cheng's figure flew wildly, crashing into a large tree beside him.

He looked utterly disheveled, but he was not actually injured.

"It seems you know who I am!"

Yang Yucheng smiled faintly.

"The acting sect master of Fengyun Sect, now the second on the young supreme beings ranking list, a true powerhouse of the Northern Region!"

"How could I not know of your existence? If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have to suffer such punishment here today!"

The Pale Man stood there.

He was dressed in funeral clothes, and his attire even had some dirt on it.

Oddly enough.

It wasn't like the decaying smell from a mass grave, but rather the fresh scent of soil.

It even carried the fragrance of soil after rain, with a hint of bustling moisture.

It appeared particularly strange.

Ordinary evil spirits certainly don't have such hobbies, nor can they achieve this level!

"Then, please!"

Yang Yucheng continued!

The Pale Man sighed.

As he spoke!

His dark, thick fingernail slid along the edge of his cheek, and blood seeped out and dripped.

Immediately after, there was a tearing sound.

A layer of skin was thus slowly torn off by him from right to left, and in between, there was naturally his suppressed, low growl of agony.

But to appease Yang Yucheng's anger, he still did all this!

The second punishment was completed.

Then the first one should begin!

The Pale Man stuck out his crimson tongue, and with a gentle touch of its tip, it transformed into a cold, sharp needle, pointing towards his limbs.

With a gentle flick! Back and forth.

Swish, swish, swish, swish!!!!

Four movements completed.

In front of him.

The Pale Man could no longer stand in place as before; he simply lay on the ground like a puddle of mud, like a beggar, looking utterly disheveled!

And at this moment.

Looking around again, the oil-green, ghostly flame-like lanterns had already turned into streaks of crimson, looking particularly festive.

At least less frightening than the previous green.