The entire sect is obsessed with love, but I'm the only one who's truly insane.

Lin Du was in the illusion, about to step around this place, when he suddenly heard a voice, "Who!"

Lin Du spotted a blue shadow at a glance, his eyelids twitched, he stuck an invisibility talisman on his body, then swooped down and slapped Yan Qing on the back with the invisibility talisman still attached.

Just as the scholar in blue was about to scream, Lin Du covered his throat and then forcibly dragged him behind a rockery by the back of his neck.

Yan Qing then realized it was her junior uncle. Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth but couldn't make a sound, so she could only gesture with her hands.

Lin Du directly transmitted his thoughts using his divine sense, saying, "I haven't sealed your divine sense, so you can transmit your thoughts to me directly. Don't alarm the people in the Ghost Realm, otherwise if the Ghost Realm collapses, we will be locked in their territory and unable to get out."

Yan Qing has grown taller over the years, and even in a blue shirt, he is quite slender. At this moment, he is forced to hunch over, afraid of being discovered.

"Yes, Junior Uncle!"

Lin Du's attention was originally on the room in front of him, but when he turned around and looked at it suddenly, it was as if he saw a prawn that had just been pulled ashore.

"Why are you hunched over? Did I hit you? Stand up straight!"

Yan Qing wanted to say that she had hit him, but she didn't dare to say it in the end. She pointed to the artificial hill with a wronged expression and said, "I'm taller than the artificial hill."

The artificial hill was indeed not high, only a few inches taller than Lin Du. Yan Qing didn't even need to stand completely upright to be taller than the artificial hill.

Lin Du gave a perfunctory "hmm," and said, "I know you've grown taller again, so what?"

"Didn't you say you didn't want anyone to see it?"

"Why do you think I took a picture of you?" Lin Du sighed. "I put an invisibility talisman on your back. You'll be fine for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. Don't worry. I pulled you behind the rockery because I was afraid you'd reflexively draw your sword."

The intense spiritual energy fluctuations from drawing the sword would definitely be detected.

Yan Qing then stood up straight, but the person in front of the room had already disappeared.

"Junior Uncle, how do we break through this ghost realm?"

Lin Du, however, gave an irrelevant answer: "This ghost is a good ghost!"

Yan Qing: ? What kind of ghost would be subjected to such a vicious formation?!

The punishment of not being allowed to have more children is undoubtedly extremely severe for cultivators.

Lin Du smiled but didn't say anything. He simply led Yan Qing onward.

After walking for a while, Yan Qing suddenly became curious, "Why can't we ever get to the backyard? It's clearly there, but not in this ghost realm."

"You've hit the nail on the head," Lin Du smiled. "Because his memory of the backyard isn't very clear."

"Let's go to the main hall in front."

The two circled back into the main room, and walked back from the back door to the front door, when they heard a suppressed cry of pain.

"lady!!!"

"Please accept my condolences. Her body was discovered outside the city by passing merchants. Because they had been protected by you before, they recognized her as your wife and asked me to bring her body back."

The corpse, wrapped in a straw mat, was clearly somewhat apologetic. Now that the mat has been opened and the body has been disemboweled, it is no longer as vibrant as it appeared in the illusion.

The radiant beauty, capable of both joy and anger, has been reduced to a pile of rotting flesh.

Lin Du and Yan Qing frowned as they looked at the scene before them.

"With his son missing and his wife gone, I think it's normal for him to do anything outrageous." Yan Qing sighed, then suddenly realized that his junior uncle was looking at him with a strange expression.

"Young man, your idea is very dangerous," Lin Du said, looking at Yan Qing.

Yan Qing paused for a moment, then hurriedly explained, "Junior Uncle, that's not what I meant! Really! You have to believe me."

Lin Du smiled, turned to look at Shen Yan who was trying to suppress his grief, and lowered his eyes to think for a while.

We now have two leads: it's common for demons to rob people outside the city, and children are frequently going missing inside the city.

Lin Du suddenly noticed a tiny bit of ash.

"That's... incense ash?"

The structure of incense ash and dust is not the same, and their state on straw mats and clothing is also different.

Cultivators have eyesight far exceeding that of ordinary people. After Lin Du pointed it out, Yan Qing also saw the fine incense ash on the woman's corpse.

Lin Du thought of a temple he had visited during his exploration of the city.

How could evil spirits go to temples? Even the gods worshipped there have spirits.

Suddenly, the illusion trembled, a cold wind howled, and a biting chill permeated the two of them. The scene in front of them vanished like dust.

An old Taoist priest dressed in black, with a Nuo mask on his face and green fangs, appeared in front of the main hall, holding seventeen Tongmei in his hand, and was chanting incantations as he performed a ritual.

He lowered his head, and a red dot on his forehead was slowly sliding down his face; it was blood.

Inside the main room, a black coffin lay, and suddenly about seven or eight people appeared, each holding a vein-sealing nail and chanting incantations. "Brother Shen, please don't blame us. You lost your wife and children, and in a moment of madness, you almost shattered the temple statues, incurring the wrath of the people. Without the gods, who will protect the people of our town? Now that the gods are angry, none of us will be able to escape unscathed..."

The tall young man had already lost his life and was forcibly pressed into the coffin. The vein-sealing nail was driven into his body, the black coffin lid was slammed shut, and a talisman was quickly affixed to the coffin lid.

Then, the group performed a ritual together, leading the wronged soul into the Seventh Gate.

Lin Du, with his sharp eyes, noticed that before the coffin was closed, the nails on the Yin Vein seemed to have moved upwards slightly.

A chilling wind howled, and the wronged souls of those whose bodies had been forcibly pulled out struggled in the air, only to be forced into the Seventh Gate by a group of people.

This is what happens after death.

That was also the moment when resentment ran the deepest.

The wailing was like a piercing scream, a heart-wrenching cry, a baby's wail, or a woman's shrill voice.

Yan Qing frowned. "It seems things aren't that simple. Those who are sealed off aren't necessarily bad people. Junior Uncle, what do we do now?"

Lin Du seemed to be deep in thought. "The eight gates of Rest, Life, Injury, Block, View, Death, Shock, and Open generally cannot escape the three auspicious gates of Open, Rest, and Life, and the three inauspicious gates of Death, Shock, and Injury."

"The feng shui of this mansion was originally excellent. It faces south and the door opens to the southeast. The life gate is located in the northeast. The life gate should be in the backyard. Moreover, in the illusion just now, this main hall is located in the southwest, which seems to be the death gate."

Lin Du changed the subject, "But this is the Ghost Realm."

"Ghosts are different from living people. Here, it's reversed. The gate to life for ghosts is the gate to death for humans, and the gate to death for ghosts is the gate to life for humans."

Lin Du stood in the main room, holding a heavy iron folding fan in his hand, pointing it at the black coffin, his gaze firm, "This is our gate to life."

Yan Qing could understand the beginning, but after Lin Du said it was reversed, he couldn't understand it at all, but he chose to believe his junior uncle.

Lin Du removed the invisibility talisman, and the ghost realm sensed the presence of a living person. Its resentment surged forth, and it roared ferociously as it attacked Lin Du.

Startled, Yan Qing immediately stepped in front of Lin Du and slashed out with her sword, "Junior Uncle, be careful!"

The straight, golden blade energy pierced through the churning, thick black ghost energy, cleaving the almost solidified ghost energy in two.

Lin Du had already circled around to the front of the black coffin, reached out and peeled off the yellow talisman. The folding fan in his hand opened in the process, and the sharp spiritual light grazed the exposed nail surface, scraping the black coffin's lacquer surface until it curled and piled up.

The folding fan snapped shut, and Lin Du slammed his palm against the coffin lid, sending the seven long nails flying into the air.

The spectators in the stands who witnessed this scene couldn't help but gasp in surprise.

"Is Lin Du trying to rip someone's coffin lid off again?"

"This is the place where the resentment of ghosts is most concentrated, and it's where the resentment before death is deepest. It's clearly either the Gate of Death or the Gate of Shock! What kind of genius is this in formations?"

Some people wished they could rush in and shake Lin Du awake. He was so young and good-looking; it was such a waste.

"No, Lin Du is right. That is indeed the Gate of Life, and also the eye of the Illusion Array. The black coffin is in front of the Gate of Life. Unless Lin Du opens the coffin and pulls out the nail that sealed the Yin Meridians, he will never find the Gate of Life." The leader of the Lianheng Sect blurted out.

"But if we do that, we'll completely break the Soul-Sealing Array. Won't the ghost be released? If we don't remove the nails, we'll be trapped in the illusion array and die. If we do remove the nails, we'll be torn apart by the evil ghost and still die!"

"That guy is really clever!" someone exclaimed, then added regretfully, "What a pity."

It's a pity that Lin Du clearly saw through it, but she still chose to remove the pulse nail and open the gate of life.

In the illusion, the young man in blue was fighting against the ferocious ghostly aura with a large knife, while Lin Du was single-mindedly flipping open someone else's coffin lid.

Lin Du raised his hand and directly lifted the coffin lid of the black coffin. Seven dark blue flames suddenly rose up. Lin Du did not stop. He closed the folding fan and, ignoring the burning pain of the flames, directly pulled out the seven meridian-sealing nails.

In an instant, the cold wind stopped for a moment, then suddenly burst out from inside the coffin. The chill pierced the skin like needles, and the ghostly howl, carrying an overwhelming resentment, pierced the eardrums, as if a thousand ghostly hands were scraping against them, shaking the soul.

Inside the black coffin, the corpse had vanished.

Lin Du swiftly grabbed Yan Qing, who was wielding a knife, and jumped into the black coffin together, pulling him by the back of his collar.