Excessive ferocity due to caution

When Zhao Yi said those words, he was immediately met with a frenzied laugh from the people hanging upstairs.

He was not angry.

A faint smile played at the corners of his lips.

Zhao Yi noticed that some people were the first to start the insults and mockery.

And some people... were just following the trend with empty expressions.

In such a resource-scarce cemetery, class distinctions would be extremely pronounced.

This is why the shadowy figures can freely enter and exit the cemetery, while these human heads can only be hung on the outside of the building as bells.

No one likes being stripped of their body and hung outside like a bell.

They did this simply because they were forced by circumstances.

Of course, Zhao Yi did not expect these evil spirits to help him deal with the controllers behind the cemetery.

Without other factors, it is very difficult to win over your enemy with just a few words.

He simply wanted to see just how cohesive the controllers behind this great tomb were.

Now he sees it.

Zhao Yi slowly took out the synthesized golden item from his inventory—the Mouth Cannon Barrett.

Then it aimed at the heads hanging outside the building.

"You guys are too noisy."

Zhao Yi said:

"If you like it... then I'll treat you to some fun."

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[Item: Barrett the Conversationalist]

[Quality: Gold]

[Description: A tough mouth + magical Barrett.]

[Effect: After selecting a target and firing, a very tough mouth will continuously output damage to it. This output has a strong mental pollution effect, and the degree of impact varies depending on the target's mental strength.]

[Note: When your mental strength is higher than your opponent's, 30% of Barrett's verbal attacks will be converted into true damage!]

...

Zhao Yi used his verbal barrage to attack the heads hanging outside the entire building.

Their frantic curses quickly turned into wails!

The sound of some kind of rodent could be heard, subjecting them to all sorts of extraordinary torture!

This torment directly affects their mental well-being, leaving behind terrible trauma...

Within minutes, these heads exploded into a pool of blood, and the resentment they carried vanished.

Upon witnessing this scene, the other people were so frightened that they immediately shut their mouths and pretended to be dead!

"Kill me...kill me, ahhhhhh..."

"Help……"

"Waaaaah... Hahahaha..."

The chilling sounds of crying and laughing echoed all around.

Blood and tears, along with brain matter, spilled from his mouth and nose...

In the end, everything fell silent.

Zhao Yi stood outside the building, watching the dramatic scene come to an end, then looked at the remaining heads and smiled:

"Be a good boy and listen to me..."

"Don't make noise."

"My patience is very limited... okay?"

Those heads kept their mouths tightly shut, like a group of obedient children.

These human heads all belong to the category of evil spirits that follow the trend.

They are not truly loyal to the controllers behind the scenes.

It won't become a stumbling block for Zhao Yi.

Therefore, Zhao Yi did not kill them.

Zhao Yi walked into the building, which had a distinctly medieval retro style.

It displays various artworks depicting violence and bloodshed.

Paintings, statues, stone carvings, runes...

There are also some lines of poetry that vividly depict the essence of life.

Go deeper inside.

Biological specimens gradually appeared.

Human skin, eyeballs, genitals...

It was soaked in a light red solution.

Everywhere you look, there is a ferocious expression.

This place is a scene of devastation left behind after a violent and bloody revelry.

Some decaying murals depict human figures, which, due to being infected by the corpse energy emanating from the great evil, have evolved into terrifying malevolent spirits!

A cold, sinister gaze emanates from the portrait.

A cold, sharp, blood-red claw appeared behind Zhao Yi.

Silently.

It reached for Zhao Yi's neck.

Clang!

The sharp Tang sword slashed behind him like a flash of lightning, turning the blood claw into ashes!

Screams echoed as the black mist spread outwards.

It shrank back into a painting.

Unfortunately, Zhao Yi showed no intention of letting him go.

He walked briskly to the painting and gazed at the completely decayed figure in it, admiring it.

Suddenly he took out a lighter.

It reached below the painting.

Slowly ignite it.

The flames were bright, but disgusting and rotten.

It looked like they were burning a corpse.

But Zhao Yi didn't mind the disgusting smell.

He was waiting for the ghost in the painting to come out.

His eyes held a faint, excited crimson gleam.

It was a gaze from hell.

The ghost in the painting endured the intense burning of the flames, letting out a piercing scream that echoed throughout the entire corridor.

It is not afraid of fireworks.

But I'm afraid of painting.

The burning pain forced the vengeful ghost to flee from the painting, but as soon as its head emerged from the painting, it was cleaved in two by a sharp Tang sword!

Black, foul-smelling blood flowed from the painting, but failed to extinguish the raging fire.

Zhao Yi took a cigarette from the cigarette box with one hand, put it in his mouth, and leaned down to touch the embers on the painting.

A single spark.

Cigarette smoke enters the lungs.

Crushing the heads on the ground, devoured by the forgotten touch.

Zhao Yi went to another painting, stared at the ghost in it, and asked:

"Who here can speak?"

The ghostly figure glanced at the blood and mud under Zhao Yi's shoes and, very tactfully, replied:

"4th floor conference room."

Zhao Yi politely thanked it and headed towards the stairs at the end of the corridor.

He hadn't walked more than a few steps.

The ghost painter suddenly added:

"You can't take the stairs on the left."

"That's a trap."

"To the right."

Zhao paused in his steps.

There was no turning back.

Continue walking forward.

His evil eyes are not restricted by the game system in the open world, so he can see where the right path is.

To Zhao Yi's surprise, the ghost in the painting would speak up and remind him of the correct path.

interesting.

It wouldn't have done something like using one tiger to drive out another if it didn't harbor such extreme hatred.

This proves that his previous judgment was correct.

Within the great tomb, different evil spirits... harbor deep grudges against each other.

When you reach the end, turn right.

Zhao Yi's body passed through the wall, which was like a bubble.

An elevator made of human bones appeared in front of them.

A line of scripture is engraved on it:

Havel only tells you that the fruit of the Eternal Tree in the Amber Forest is incredibly delicious.

But he never said that countless bones were buried beneath the tree.

Zhao Yi stepped into the elevator.

The elevator slowly ascended.

It stopped on the fourth floor.

Upon arriving here, the ground was already covered with a thick layer of blood and mud.

Zhao Yi stepped on it.

It's very viscous.

There were also some skeletal arms that reached out from the ground, grabbed his legs, and tried to drag Zhao Yi underground.

He flipped the Tang sword in his hand and plunged it fiercely into the flesh and blood on the ground!

A glutton is not picky about food.

I also like the resentment of all spirits.

With the help of the Touch of Oblivion, it began to eat voraciously.

The evil spirit in the bloody mud let out a shrill scream, attempting to escape.

But the whiskers... had already grown on their bodies.

As Zhao Yi passed by some torture chambers, he saw some of the Jie Sect's assassins, as well as the miners who had previously followed him and Chen Fei.

They were skinned and dismembered, and their souls were absorbed as nourishment.

Dead beyond dead.

Zhao Yi brandished his knife.

The corpses left behind by these ghosts were completely devoured by the Taotie.

Only the corpse of a peculiar ghost remained.

—Marlowe.

The foreman who helped Zhao Yi build the Guxuan Town Airport.

It also died here.

Zhao Yi picked up its head, examined it carefully for a few moments, and then left the torture chamber.

On the road, a nun dressed in black appeared.

Its cheeks were completely rotten, and it held a ghostly green candle in its hands.

His gaze was filled with resentment and malice.

A smile that mocks the dying.

It blew out the ghost candle in front of Zhao Yi.

Extinguished by it...

And the light of this world.

Zhao Yi's vision was completely deprived.

Everything before my eyes turned into pitch blackness, and I couldn't see my hand in front of my face behind me...

"An outsider who doesn't know the ropes..."

"Darkness... will drag you into an abyss of unfathomable fear..."

"Your soul will remain here forever, nourishing the great Havel..."

A sinister and chilling voice, mixed with an eerie aura, blew into Zhao Yi's ears.

Zhao Yi said calmly:

"I'll tear your head off."

The nun gave a cold smile:

"How arrogant... Ugh!!"

Before it could finish speaking, a scorching arm, carrying the aura of death, suddenly grabbed its neck in the endless darkness!

On his arm, eerie runes slowly burned with black flames.

Zhao opened his eyes, his blood-red pupils brimming with madness and audacity.

He applied force with his hand.

The nun's ghost had her neck crushed alive!

Its power was completely suppressed by the runes on Zhao Yi's arm, and it couldn't use it at all!

"H...H..."

It covered its neck with both hands, unable to make a sound.

Zhao Yi yanked it hard, tearing its head off!

Even so, the nun's ghost did not die.

It stared intently at Zhao Yi.

They seemed puzzled as to why Zhao Yi's strength had suddenly changed so drastically!

It was just a fleeting moment.

Zhao Yi went from being a toy that could be crushed by one hand to a high-level half-step ferocious beast that could be squeezed to death by one hand!

Now that the Darkest Personality has completely merged with Zhao Yi, combined with the Warring States Martial Arts Manual, Zhao Yi's Daoist Martial Arts, and the enhancement of bloodline skills, even without unleashing his full power, he can easily handle ordinary half-step Great Fiends!

With Marlowe's head in one hand and the Nun's head in the other, Zhao Yi continued walking forward.

The ghost candle on the ground was trying to obscure Zhao Yi's vision.

However, it was quickly engulfed by the black flames on Zhao Yi's body.

In just a few breaths, the ghost candle was burned to ashes.

"Please...forgive me..."

The nun ghost could barely speak; an immense emptiness made her feel very cold.

Zhao Yi lifted its head, their eyes met, and he said seriously:

Please don't beg for mercy.

"This really disappoints me."

"You started this 'game,' and you give up halfway through... how boring."

"Everyone, let's cooperate and see this game through to the end..."

P.S.: I can write 6000 words today.

This chapter is already over 3000 words.