Excessive ferocity due to caution

Some unsuspecting trial participants were still preparing to head towards the Blood River, and Zhao Yi and his companion did not warn them when they passed by.

Back at the church, we followed the only path leading deeper into the church.

At the end of this road lies a small town deeply blessed by the church.

The interior is quite well-built.

A group of trainees had arrived here earlier.

As time goes on, more and more people will venture deeper into the trials.

Everyone came prepared.

As Zhao Yi and Qin Bai continued deeper into the area, they suddenly sensed a fluctuation of power nearby. They exchanged a glance and immediately headed towards the source of the power fluctuation.

It is a bookstore.

There was a wobbly old rattan chair on the counter of the bookstore.

The interior is not large, but the bookshelves are filled with books in red, green and blue, arranged in three rows and seven columns.

Six trainees were flipping through books in this place. When they saw Zhao Yi and his companion, they tensed up and were ready to fight at any moment.

"Zhao Yi?"

Zhao Yi smiled and said:

"Do you know me?"

A pretty female trial participant said:

"Among those who come to participate in the trials of the Avici Hell, there is probably no one who doesn't know you."

"We don't want to cause trouble. We discovered this place first. If you leave, we'll pretend nothing happened!"

Zhao Yi shrugged and said:

"Even if we don't come, others will."

"A very strong amount of energy is escaping from here, and it won't be long before others arrive."

"Besides... treasures aren't something that belong to whoever sees them first."

Upon seeing this, the men's eyes immediately flashed with murderous intent!

However, the next moment, they found themselves completely unable to move!

"This is……"

The six of them were startled!

This is... the power of rules!

Although it was only a trace, its suppression on them was immense!

If they take forceful action, their chances of winning are limited.

Soon, Zhao Yi lifted his restraints on them and said:

"Alright... I won't bully you anymore. Who gets the cursed items is up to us, we'll decide based on our abilities."

"In the cursed world, everyone is the same, without tools or abilities."

"Whoever can dispel the resentment within the cursed item will keep it... How about it?"

The six people looked at each other in bewilderment.

"All right."

They compromised.

Fighting Zhao Yi is definitely not a good idea.

Regardless of winning or losing.

The abilities Zhao Yi just demonstrated have already proven his strength.

Even if they manage to defeat Zhao Yi at a great cost, the commotion will attract other trial participants from nearby or even distant areas, making it even less likely that they will obtain the cursed item!

In the infernal realm, murder and robbery are common occurrences, a fact known to all of them.

"The cursed item is on the counter..."

That's what the beautiful female trial participant said.

"Look, it's that pen and that book."

"That's Shebort's Tales and Thomson's pen."

"The fluctuations just now were emitted by these two things."

"Under the suppression of the Infinite Seal, cursed items that can actively emit such fluctuations will contain even deeper and stronger obsessions. Therefore, we are not really sure whether we should actively enter their cursed world to eliminate their obsessions."

Zhao Yi looked in the direction the female trial participant pointed.

On the table in front of the swaying rattan chair at the counter, there was a dusty book and an open fountain pen.

The handwriting in the book is very beautiful.

However, there have been many revisions.

Zhao Yi walked up to the counter and indeed felt a strong aura of obsession.

It almost overflowed through these two things!

"Do you want to go in?"

Zhao Yidao.

"If you don't dare go in, then leave."

"I'm preparing to awaken these two cursed items!"

The six people seemed surprised by Zhao Yi's decisiveness and were somewhat nervous.

They didn't answer Zhao Yi's question, but no one moved either.

I dare not take that step.

Yet they were unwilling to leave.

Vivid and realistic.

Life may give them time to think and hesitate... but Zhao Yi won't.

Zhao Yi picked up his pen, thought for a moment, and wrote on the blank title page of the book:

"Wake up, your dad's here."

In an instant, Thomson's obsession, which had remained in his books and pen, was completely awakened.

Deep blue ink stains transformed into cages from the book, enveloping all eight people and absorbing them into the book...

...

Torrential rain.

The violent raindrops shot out from the depths of the dark clouds, piercing through the branches and leaves, and disappearing into the cracks in the earth's soil.

A group of nine people slowly made their way through the mountains.

There was an umbrella, but it was windy.

The mountain path was slippery and steep, so no one dared to use an umbrella.

So he was completely soaked.

Embarrassed.

sunset.

Under the cover of dark clouds, one could barely feel the lingering warmth of the setting sun, but mostly the coldness of the rain. Coupled with a gust of wind in the mountains and forests, it was rather biting.

"Hang in there a little longer!"

"We'll be at the Taoist priest's small temple soon!"

The middle-aged man leading the group is Western-looking.

He had a thick beard and looked disheveled, but his eyes gleamed with a sharp light.

"Thompson, slow down!"

"The mountain roads are slippery!"

"It would be a huge problem if I fell!"

Someone shouted from behind.

Thomson turned around and smiled:

"fine!"

"Walk steadily!"

After saying that, he slipped and fell into the mud.

Half of my tooth was knocked out.

Thomson stood up awkwardly, his mouth full of mud and blood.

He gave an awkward laugh, wiped his mouth briefly, broke off a stick to use as a walking stick, and used it for support.

Braving the wind and rain, the group carefully climbed the mountain and finally arrived at a very abandoned villa in the mountains.

This is an old-fashioned cement house.

It has three floors and is quite spacious.

There are many signs of human activity in the small courtyard outside, indicating that someone lived here a long time ago.

"call……"

Once inside, Thomson let out a sigh of relief, awkwardly turned on the room's light, sat down to one side, and took off his soaking wet clothes, leaving him only in a pair of floral shorts.

The people stopped being disgusted with each other, and men and women took off their clothes, leaving only a small portion to cover their private parts.

"ha!"

"We're so lucky! The Taoist priest left behind a pile of dry firewood before he left!"

Thomson laughed and quickly lit a fire in the dark brazier.

"Although I am a Westerner, I fell in love with the culture here when I first traveled to the East."

"I was particularly interested in what the Taoist priest told me about cultivating the Tao."

"Unfortunately, it seems that the Taoist priest said a long time ago that he had accumulated enough merit and spiritual cultivation and was about to ascend to heaven... There was no time, and he was too busy with work on the other side, so I was ultimately unable to see the Taoist priest one last time."

Flames flickered in the brazier, and people sat around it. The room was dimly lit, and their shadows danced with the flames, like ghosts.

For some reason, everyone felt a chill run down their spines whenever Thomson mentioned this Taoist priest…

PS: Second update.

I'm a little timid.

This instance, like Twilight Manor, has a somewhat eerie atmosphere.

I might be going out on vacation during the 123rd, so update times may be irregular.

My darlings, go to sleep early, goodnight.