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The piercing sound coming from above made Lin Yaoxie's scalp tingle, and images of ancient people kept flashing before his eyes.

Because her body was maintaining movement and constantly generating heat, Lin Yaoxie's body wasn't so cold anymore; she even occasionally felt a little warm. However, Lin Yaoxie's body was sweating profusely, and her already soaked clothes became even more damp.

When the cold wind blows, he feels very cold. Lin Yaoxie feels like his body is suffering from a split personality, sometimes feeling cold and sometimes not. This feeling is driving Lin Yaoxie crazy.

However, Lin Yaoxie dared not stop what he was doing and continued chopping with his back to the living room. As he chopped, Lin Yaoxie felt something walking towards him step by step from behind.

It parted the mist, its shoulder bones moving up and down, a low growl emanating from its throat, its emerald eyes gleaming in the darkness. It was waiting for its chance to pounce on Lin Yaoxie.

Lin Yaoxie whirled around, only to find nothing but layers of restless figures hovering in the air. The outline of the house was no longer visible, but Lin Yaoxie knew it was right behind him.

Chapter Sixty-Eight: Desperate Situation [Third Update]

Lin Yaoxie stopped what he was doing and pondered. Given the current situation, cutting down the tree was definitely not an option. Even if Lin Yaoxie was not afraid of the cold or being tired, it would probably be very difficult to cut down that ghost withered vine.

Lin Yaoxie hugged himself even tighter, and the candlelight cast a long shadow of him.

A surge of negative emotions welled up inside Lin Yaoxie, who began to regret his impulsive actions. Perhaps defeating Elder Youxuan directly would have been the best course of action, as Elder Youxuan's illusion was proving too much for Lin Yaoxie to handle.

Now trapped in this godforsaken place, with no one to turn to for help, is Lin Yaoxie really going to die here? Lin Yaoxie pondered again. The people of Shu Mountain seemed to harbor a great grudge against him. Could they be planning to kill him?

Moreover, even if Lin Yaoxie has to die, he will die alongside these ghosts. After death, he will probably be trapped in this dilapidated courtyard with them, with only a withered ghost vine and nothing else. In addition, the place is very crowded. Most importantly, these ghosts seem to have a blood feud with Lin Yaoxie.

Thinking of all this, Lin Yaoxie felt extremely sad and angry. Lin Yaoxie vowed that he would make Elder Youxuan pay once he got out.

Lin Yaoxie mentally greeted Youxuan's family, which made him feel much better. At the same time, he also felt a little mocking of his own crazy state.

After venting his frustrations, Lin Yaoxie tried his best to calm himself down and think about a way to escape.

Should we keep cutting down trees? That method definitely won't work. So what should we do? Lin Yaoxie stared blankly at the axe on the ground, when suddenly another thought flashed into his mind.

Why didn't Lin Yaoxie just use an axe to chop the lock on the door? The lock is much thinner than the tree trunk; wouldn't that save a lot of effort compared to chopping down a tree?

Lin Yaoxie is really stupid.

Lin Yaoxie raised his hand and lightly tapped his head. He must have been too terrified by the strange events he'd experienced that night to analyze the current situation. However, the new idea still excited him greatly. This method seemed more reliable than the previous ones, and Lin Yaoxie saw hope again—a chance to escape alive.

Lin Yaoxie rubbed his frozen hands and feet, stretched his muscles to improve blood circulation and drive away the chill, then picked up the axe again and walked into the misty courtyard once more.

among.

Lin Yaoxie stood in the courtyard once again, and the cold immediately began to seep into his body. Lin Yaoxie was like a wolf demon in a frozen ghost, swaying alone in the wind.

The mist in the courtyard did not dissipate after Lin Yaoxie stopped cutting down trees; instead, it became even thicker.

Lin Yaoxie should get to the gate as soon as possible and see if the iron lock can be cut. Standing in front of the living room, Lin Yaoxie couldn't see the gate at the other end of the courtyard at all.

The courtyard was shrouded in mist, but looking up, one could still see the bright moon high in the sky. The moonlight was pure and serene, quietly observing everything, as if watching a real-life escape room game, without offering any comments or providing Lin Yaoxie with any useful clues.

Lin Yaoxie gripped the axe tightly. Now, he could only save himself. He was feeling frustrated. Although the system was omnipotent, it could only offer him very little help, providing only some basic assistance.

Lin Yaoxie kept encouraging himself, trying his best to walk in a straight line, because the front door faced the living room. As long as Lin Yaoxie walked in a straight line, he would definitely be able to reach the front door.

Lin Yaoxie approached the gate, blowing away the ghosts clinging to it. He tentatively pushed the iron gate, but it didn't budge. Only the large iron lock on top moved, striking the gate with a few crisp sounds. The ghosts nearby seemed startled and quickly floated away.

Lin Yaoxie looked at the large iron lock, which seemed no different from an ordinary iron lock. He positioned the large iron lock in a way that would make it easier to chop, and then brought all his strength down on it. However, he missed the lock and instead struck the iron door, which sparked and remained undamaged.

Lin Yaoxie shook his slightly sore fingers. He really relied too much on his martial arts skills. Back in his rural hometown, no young man in the village could chop wood better than Lin Yaoxie. With each swing of his axe, the firewood was almost always the same size, and he finished in a shorter time.

And now, with the target so close, he still managed to miss. Luckily, there was no one else in the yard, or he would have been laughed at terribly.

0oo is asking for flowers....

Lin Yaoxie adjusted his breathing and aimed at the large iron lock again. He swung his arm and chopped down again. This time, no sparks flew out, but the impact made Lin Yaoxie's arm ache. Lin Yaoxie looked closely at the iron lock; apart from a white mark left where he had been chopped, nothing else had changed.

Lin Yaoxie, unwilling to give up, tugged at the lock with his hand, but it remained firmly locked, showing no sign of breaking.

Lin Yaoxie swung his arm again, aiming at the large iron lock once more, and chopped it several times with force. The lock head clanged loudly as it hit the lock. But it only left a few white marks on the lock, without causing any further damage. On the contrary, the axe used to chop the lock was left with several nicks, its blade was chipped, and it had become dull.

The strength of this iron lock far exceeded Lin Yaoxie's imagination. It must have been specially made by Youxuan, otherwise it would have been a very easy thing for a young man to open this iron lock.

Lin Yaoxie was panting heavily, sweating even more. The cold wind made him feel even colder. His wet clothes clung to his body as if he were wearing an icy shell, and Lin Yaoxie's body began to shiver.

A powerful wave of drowsiness swept over Lin Yaoxie's entire body. Lin Yaoxie suddenly felt very sleepy, and his eyes could barely stay open.

Lin Yaoxie realized that he no longer had the strength to flex his muscles against the large iron lock. He needed to quickly return to the house to warm up, otherwise his body temperature would drop to the point of being as cold as a dead person.

Lin Yaoxie dragged his weary steps among the ghosts. He felt as if he were one of them, and all he wanted was to lie down and sleep. But Lin...

The demon knew that if it lay down, it would likely be lost in this illusion forever. But Lin Yaoxie didn't want to resist at all, because it was so tired and cold.

If Lin Yaoxie died here, would he be able to leave the illusion directly? Lin Yaoxie pondered this, but then thought again that it was definitely impossible. Youxuan would not let him out so easily. Lin Yaoxie was confident that in this world of immortal swords, no one could defeat him. The only one who could kill him was Lin Yaoxie himself.

Chapter Sixty-Nine: Flames [First Update]

Lin Yaoxie returned to the house once again, but unlike the previous times, he did not feel his body temperature rise rapidly. His clothes were very damp and were chilled by the cold wind outside. Although he was now squatting on the ground and curled up in a ball, it was to no avail.

Lin Yaoxie's upper and lower eyelids also began to droop. After struggling for a long time, Lin Yaoxie's body was exhausted and overwhelmed.

If Lin Yaoxie were lying in bed now, he would definitely fall asleep immediately. However, Lin Yaoxie cannot lie down. If he falls asleep, he will not be able to tell when he will wake up.

Lin Yaoxie couldn't sleep; he had to find a way to warm his body. But there was nothing in the living room except an empty bed, and the bed was just a board with no bedding.

Lin Yaoxie approached the candlestick on the ground. The flame flickered, but it felt even colder in the chilly night, offering no warmth whatsoever. However, if Lin Yaoxie continued to stay there, he felt he would freeze to death.

If only we could start a fire now, then Lin Yaoxie could dry his clothes and warm up.

Looking at the candlelight on the ground, Lin Yaoxie suddenly thought of the table in the yard. If Lin Yaoxie lit the table with candlelight, wouldn't it be enough to keep warm?

Lin Yaoxie could already picture the table burning fiercely in front of him. The orange flames illuminated his face, and he no longer felt cold. His clothes were slowly drying, and his strength gradually returned.

Thinking of these things, Lin Yaoxie seemed to see hope for life again. He forced himself to cheer up, stretched his muscles and bones, and tried to ignore the damp and cold feeling as he returned to the courtyard.

The fog in the courtyard was still very thick, and the path underfoot was no longer visible. However, as long as Lin Yaoxie followed his previous instincts, he was able to reach the base of the wall and find the table.

Just as he had sensed earlier, Lin Yaoxie quickly found the table. He struggled to lift it, and despite being very tired, he continued walking step by step toward the house.

Lin Yaoxie's only guiding light was the flickering candlelight inside the house. Obstructed by the fog, it was hazy and indistinct, sometimes visible and sometimes not. Lin Yaoxie tried hard to search for the orange flame in the fog, carrying the table back.

He tripped over something and almost fell to the ground. The table was also thrown away by Lin Yaoxie. After staggering a few steps, Lin Yaoxie regained his footing and squatted down to see that what had tripped him was the root of the Ghost Vine.

Lin Yaoxie instantly became angry. This ghost vine was really annoying. It couldn't be cut off, and it couldn't crawl out. Not only did it attract so many ghosts, but it even used its roots to trip Lin Yaoxie.

Lin Yaoxie angrily began to dance and gesticulate wildly at the withered ghost vine:

"Be careful, or Lin Yaoxie will burn you down too! Can't you just be a quiet tree? You always have to cause so much trouble. I've really had enough of you!"

Lin Yaoxie was truly driven mad by this courtyard, even engaging in conversation with the Ghost Vine, completely unlike his usual self. However, if he could really burn the Ghost Vine, perhaps with its disappearance, these ghosts would also vanish.

Lin Yaoxie has seen this in many TV series and movies: burn the things that ghosts are attached to, and the ghosts will also turn to ashes. Lin Yaoxie might as well give it a try; perhaps it can save his life and save him from death.

Lin Yaoxie picked up the table again and, through the mist, followed the candlelight back into the room.

After some effort, Lin Yaoxie finally moved the mahogany table into the house. He was sweating again, but the thought of having a pile of flames to keep him warm made him feel less cold.

Lin Yaoxie placed the table in a sheltered spot away from the door to prevent the wind from blowing in and affecting his ability to light the fire.

Lin Yaoxie picked up the incense and candles from the ground and used the hottest outer flame to light the table. However, after about five or six minutes, the surface of the table was only slightly charred, showing no signs of burning, and even emitted a lot of black smoke.

Lin Yaoxie coughed a few times because he was choked.

This won't do! Lin Yaoxie was extremely anxious, and at the same time, a chill ran through his body.

Lin Yaoxie once again resisted the cold and fatigue coursing through his body... and picked up the axe again. Since it was so difficult to light, chopping it into firewood would be much easier. Children who had lived in poverty should all know how to light a stove.

About twenty minutes later, Lin Yaoxie finally used the last bit of strength in his body to turn the table into the pile of firewood in front of him. If the axe hadn't been dulled, Lin Yaoxie could have chopped it even faster.

Lin Yaoxie looked at the pile of firewood with satisfaction. Although it wasn't as neat and even as it had been chopped back in his hometown, it was still the best Lin Yaoxie could achieve at the moment.

Lin Yaoxie looked again at the ghost withered vine in the courtyard. Because the courtyard was full of mist, only the top of the ghost withered vine could be seen. It was bathed in moonlight, its branches and leaves thick and spreading. If it weren't for those annoying skulls on it, it would be a very beautiful scene. Unfortunately, it was indeed covered with skulls, which were swaying in the wind and making annoying noises that always disturbed people's peace of mind.

Lin Yaoxie came up with a plan to start a fire—burning the Ghost Withered Vine. He thought it best to move the firewood directly under the vine and light it, as this would increase the chances of success. Since the Ghost Withered Vine could grow indefinitely, it would be an inexhaustible source of fire.

Lin Yaoxie, panting heavily, moved the firewood in several batches to the Ghost Vine. Fortunately, the Ghost Vine was relatively close to the house, and with the help of the candlelight inside, he could still vaguely make out the direction, which saved Lin Yaoxie from taking many detours.

However, Lin Yaoxie's body was no longer sweating much. Lin Yaoxie was now in a state of severe dehydration. Lin Yaoxie's mouth was very dry and his body was very tired. Sometimes, if he was not careful, he would trip over the tree roots under his feet and it would take him a long time to get up.

But Lin Yaoxie clung to his last breath, thinking that as long as the fire ignited, he wouldn't feel so cold, and his strength would return. Images of raging flames burning away the withered ghost vines kept flashing through his mind; the orange flames illuminated his face, the skeletons on the trees crackled and popped as they burned, and the ghosts scattered in all directions.

There was a collision. The scene was quite lively.

Chapter Seventy: The Source of Fire [Second Update]

Finally, while still fantasizing, Lin Yaoxie finished moving all the firewood and then used it to surround the trunk of the Ghost Vine.

Lin Yaoxie returned to the house one last time to retrieve the candlestick. Now, returning inside no longer brought him warmth; an endless chill tugged at him. Carrying the candlestick, Lin Yaoxie slowly walked outside, relying solely on the canopy of the withered ghost vine for guidance.

But things don't always go as planned. Suddenly a gust of wind blew by, and the candle flame on the incense stick tilted and turned into a small blue dot. Lin Yaoxie quickly covered it with his hand, and it slowly stood up again, turning into a warm orange color.

Lin Yaoxie was terrified. If this candle were blown out, everything would be over. It was now Lin Yaoxie's only hope. Lin Yaoxie couldn't think of any other way, and he didn't have the strength to think of any other way.

Lin Yaoxie carefully shielded the single candle flame with his hand as he approached the withered ghost vine. He placed the candlestick under the pile of firewood, then picked up a thin piece of firewood and placed it in the flame. Slowly, an orange flame ignited on the firewood, creating a warm and hopeful atmosphere.

Lin Yaoxie used it to light more firewood, and slowly the range of the orange flames doubled. Lin Yaoxie's mood improved a little, and a smile slowly appeared on his lips.

Whether it was psychological or not, Lin Yaoxie felt much more relaxed and less tired than before, and even felt a little warmth.

Burn, burn, Lin Yaoxie prayed incessantly as he watched the slowly burning flames: May the flames grow bigger and burn this withered ghost vine to the ground, so that these former defeated enemies may die once more.

The flames burned quietly on the firewood, crackling occasionally. Lin Yaoxie picked up a piece of firewood, intending to light the firewood on the back of the Ghost Vine, but suddenly a cold wind blew by. Before Lin Yaoxie could react, the flame in his hand was extinguished, emitting wisps of white smoke.

Lin Yaoxie quickly turned around and looked at the pile of firewood that had already been lit. It was also awkwardly emitting white smoke, seemingly at a loss for what to do with the situation before it.

Even the candle on the candlestick was blown out.

Lin Yaoxie quickly pounced on the pile of firewood and tried to blow away the remaining embers, but his efforts were in vain. The embers slowly lost their luster and turned into a blackish-gray mass.

Everything was gone; even the candlelight had been blown out. Lin Yaoxie knelt on the ground, muttering to himself.

Thus, Lin Yaoxie lost hope once again, and even considered giving up resistance, wondering if he could escape the illusion through death.

Lin Yaoxie, with his head resting on the roots of the withered ghost vine, curled up, closed his heavy eyelids, and drifted off to sleep.

After falling asleep, Lin Yaoxie had a very realistic dream. He became a ghost just like them, slowly being pulled out of his body.

Lin Yaoxie floated in the air and saw his body curled up alone under the roots of the Ghost Vine. Next to him was a pile of firewood, a small circle of which was black. It was no longer smoking and was deathly still. The carbonized part was only to prove that it had once burned.

Lin Yaoxie also saw his clothes and flesh being pulled and eroded by other ghosts in the air, slowly disappearing into the air. They were very excited because Lin Yaoxie had already fallen down on his own before they could even make a move. They were happy as if their prophecy had come true. Lin Yaoxie definitely wouldn't last the night.

Lin Yaoxie was extremely disappointed, but he couldn't stop them from tearing his flesh. Soon, only a skeleton remained of Lin Yaoxie's body.

The skeleton of Lin Yaoxie remained in the same curled-up position it had been in life, but slowly, it suddenly floated up like Lin Yaoxie's ghost, flying higher and higher until it finally found...

It found a spot that wasn't too crowded, and hung on the withered ghost vine, becoming one of the skeletons among them.

And I can't see any difference between them.

Lin Yaoxie stared blankly at its skeleton, which was now hanging high on the withered ghost vine, its head drooping. Although it had no expression, it looked quite dejected.