Holding a lantern, guiding souls across, Lady Hou comes from the underworld.

Judging by the time, it's only just past noon.

But the sky above Liangzhou City was unbelievably dark.

The dark clouds hung low, making it almost impossible to breathe.

Following Wuyou's directions, the three rode their horses towards Liangzhou City, encountering almost no one along the way.

It wasn't until they arrived at the gates of Liangzhou that they saw a dense mass of corpses surrounding the city gates, seemingly more than double the number from the day before.

At this time, although the city gates had not been breached, the people inside the city had already fallen.

This group of people, deeply misled by the Three Holy Sons, gathered outside the "Nine Heavens" to pray for the descent of the true god.

Strangely, the three holy sons, who were always considerate of the people, did not appear for a long time.

Only one servant came out to deliver a message, claiming that evil spirits and demons were hiding in Liangzhou City, and that peace could only be restored by exorcising the demons.

Inside the Suspended Mirror Hall, Zhai Hui had already been secretly rescued from the dungeon by people arranged by Li Feng.

He was unaware of the details and kept shouting that he wanted to cause trouble for Yuwen Ji.

However, everyone in the hall stammered and dared not utter a sound.

Zhai Hui sensed something was wrong and asked, "What about Li Feng?"

He knew that the person who rescued him was Li Feng, because only he could possibly know the other secret passages in the dungeon.

I thought I could find the other party and get some answers, but no one around dared to answer.

Zhai Hui's expression changed immediately. He was about to go upstairs to look for someone when his path was blocked.

"Vice Hall Master, the Holy Son has ordered that no one is allowed to go upstairs!"

Zhai Hui angrily retorted, "Then let Li Feng come out and see me!"

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.

Looking at the expressions on the faces of the people in the hall, Zhai Hui knew that Li Feng must have also encountered some trouble.

His heart sank, and he felt an unprecedented sense of helplessness...

After a moment of rousing himself, Zhai Hui's usually tough attitude softened, surprisingly. "What... happened?"

His voice was trembling slightly.

The member of the gang closest to him looked up at him, looking very guilty. He hesitated for a moment before saying, "Vice Hall Master, a lot has happened in the past two days. Liangzhou City is in chaos and is on the verge of collapse."

Zhai Hui could faintly hear the cries of the people outside. He glanced out the window and his face turned pale.

The long, dark street was packed with people.

The man continued, "Now, the area outside Liangzhou City is littered with... corpses of murderers!"

"What did you say?"

Zhai Hui seemed to doubt that he had misheard, and froze on the spot.

"Deputy Master, I was referring to corpses causing injuries! Even... even the Wan Ting Army camp couldn't escape this calamity!"

Zhai Hui's lips trembled. "The corpses from Lianjiabao? How is that possible!"

He grabbed the man's collar and cursed, "Don't you fucking tell me Li Feng was killed by a corpse?"

The hall attendant trembled, "Your subordinate doesn't know the details. After that night, Vice Hall Master Li never returned. All we know is that Yuwen Ji... was executed by the Third Holy Son!"

Zhai Hui felt a chill run through him: "Execution?"

"They were burned to death by divine fire."

"..."

The situation outside was becoming increasingly urgent, and the people who could no longer wait wanted to rush in, and the servants at the door were gradually unable to stop them.

Amid the shoving and jostling, someone cried out in despair, "The east gate has fallen! The corpses have stormed in!"

Upon hearing this, the crowd surged even more desperately into the Xuanjing Hall.

Those who couldn't squeeze in knelt in a row at the entrance and kept kowtowing.

In a daze, Zhai Hui was squeezed into a corner, unable to move forward or backward.

One of the members couldn't help but ask, "Vice Hall Master, what should we do now?"

The title "Deputy Hall Master" finally snapped Zhai Hui out of his daze. He glanced upstairs, as if he had made up his mind, and suddenly pushed aside the people in front of him and walked upstairs.

He walked with heavy steps, and was stopped by someone as soon as he reached the second floor.

"Vice Hall Master, the Holy Son has said he will not see anyone!"

Zhai Hui, however, did not stop walking and pushed the person away directly.

Those people wanted to stop him but didn't dare, and could only watch helplessly as he went up to the third floor.

Compared to the chaos on the first floor and the helplessness on the second floor, the third floor, which is regarded as the "dwelling place of the gods," remains as quiet and peaceful as ever.

Zhai Hui was eager for an answer, and he couldn't wait to walk towards the room. However, before he even reached the door, he was tripped up by a cloud of smoke.

"Holy Son! The east gate has fallen! Those corpses will soon be pouring in!"

He deliberately acted as if he was very anxious.

However, the person inside casually said, "Vice Hall Master Zhai came to see me despite all the obstacles; surely it wasn't for the sake of those commoners?"

Zhai Hui was taken aback, his expression shifting. "I want to know... is Li Feng dead or alive?"

The person inside smiled, but replied, "Dead."

Zhai Hui's heart skipped a beat. "How did he die?"

"He betrayed me and deserved to die."

Zhai Hui was even more incredulous, muttering, "How could he? How could he?"

Almost everyone in the entire Suspended Mirror Hall could find someone as devout as Li Feng…

The person inside said, "Haven't you always wanted to know Zhan Yi's whereabouts? Come in, and I'll tell you."

Upon hearing this, Zhai Hui paused.

All that remained for the person before me was fear.

He knew that if even Li Feng died at the hands of the other party, how could he possibly be a match for him?

After a thousand thoughts raced through his mind, Zhai Hui simply knelt on the ground. "Holy Son, Li Feng actually dared to betray you! He deserves to die! Now, you are not only the master of Xuanjing Hall, but also the master of Liangzhou City, and in the future... even the master of the entire world!"

After he finished speaking, the people inside burst into laughter.

Zhai Hui felt a sudden jolt in his heart.

The door opened from both sides, and the wisp of smoke swirling around him dissipated.

Clearly, the three holy sons enjoyed these flattering words.

Zhai Hui couldn't help but glance inside, but he couldn't see anything clearly.

"Come in."

Upon hearing this, Zhai Hui dared not refuse. He entered the room trembling with fear, his hair standing on end, not daring to relax for a moment.

As soon as I entered, the door behind me closed automatically.

Surrounded by swirling smoke, he could vaguely make out a familiar figure standing in the mist.

Only when you get a little closer can you see that the figure bears a striking resemblance to Zhan Yi…

Zhai Hui was even more shocked and dared not recognize him at all.

It wasn't until he got close to the other person that he realized it was indeed Zhan Yi's body, but... he no longer had a head.

Only a body remained, yet it stood there...

Zhai Hui was so frightened that he retreated repeatedly, crying out, "Holy Son! Holy Son!"

The headless corpse slowly approached him, then grabbed him by the neck and pushed him to the ground.

Zhai Hui was only inches away from him. His eyes widened, but he suddenly saw a black beetle peeking out from the winged corpse, its head half-exposed, coldly scrutinizing him with a pair of evil green eyes.

The next second, it suddenly opened its mouth wide and let out a shrill and ear-piercing screech…