Cold sweat emerged from Qi's forehead again.

He felt his heart beating more and more violently, as if he would rush out of his throat at any time.

"Want to drink water? Come in!"

Suddenly, a faint voice sounded, different from the voice of Sang Lao who was conveyed in the houses. This voice was not as young as the voice of a middle-aged man.

The moment the black shadow sounded, Mr. Qi was no longer afraid, but instead felt like a fairy sound came from the sky and cried with joy.

Finally met a good person!

Qi always thought, thanked her quickly, and at the same time she walked into the yard.

"Bang!"

A light sound, a trace of light lit from the dark shadow, and the dim light illuminated the entire yard instantly.

But if Mr. Qi stood outside the yard now, he would be surprised to find that the yard was still pitch black, and he and the shadows could not be seen.

The dark night, like a gloomy tombstone, emits a strong and depressing atmosphere, making people unable to breathe.

Old Qi's mouth was dry and picked up the tea that the middle-aged man brought, and then raised his head and poured it into his stomach. The warm tea was sweet and sweet, making him feel that although the tea he drank today was ordinary, it was definitely the best tea he had ever drunk in his life.

"It's strange!"

Old Qi muttered and looked at the middle-aged man.

But I found that the middle-aged man was holding a long white cloth in his hand. The cloth was like a veil. The breeze blew, and gradually a little fog rose.

"Hiss~"

Suddenly, Qi Lao felt a suffocating feeling.

He was frightened to find that one of the middle-aged man's arms was not in any flesh and blood, and his white bones were particularly scary.

"See?"

The middle-aged man suddenly raised his head and took the initiative to raise the arm with only bones left.

Old Qi felt his scalp numb and a chill came into his heart.

"It's all those people."

The middle-aged man suddenly looked at the house next to him, staring at the flashing lights blankly, and he growled:

"Those cultivators at the fifth realm of True God are simply demons. For their own cultivation, they completely ignore the lives of others. You shouldn't have gone to find them just now, alas!"

The middle-aged man said, and suddenly sighed again. He had a strange smell in his words. He shook his head, but he no longer wanted to continue talking, and lowered his head and started to work hard again.

At this moment, Mr. Qi felt a feeling of a thrust like a thorn in his throat, and the fear in his heart made him feel even more incapable of saying a word.

"What the hell did they do?"

"Why shouldn't I go to find them?"

Old Qi's voice became hoarse, as if he was suppressing something, and as if he was stuck in his neck, he was trying hard to speak, but he could only speak in such a tone.

"If you want to survive, learn from me. If you can learn to refine this thing, you will still have a chance to survive."

The middle-aged man seemed unwilling to explain anything, but raised the white silk in his hand and suggested.

"What's this?"

Everything strange made Old Qi look at the white silk in the middle-aged man's hand with a hint of fear. He vaguely felt that this thing was not a good thing.

"This is a ghost rope, something that can absorb people's resentment." The middle-aged man said lightly.

"Swish!"

On Old Qi's head, a layer of cold sweat once again emerged like a waterfall.

"resentment?"

"It's something that can absorb resentment?"

"Why do you need to refine this thing? Is it helpful to me to refine this thing?"

Old Qi asked terrified and uneasy.

"Do you want to die or live? Don't talk so much nonsense if you want to live, learn from me."

The middle-aged man seemed to be angry when asked by Old Qi. His face was distorted. He glared at Old Qi with a ferocious look, shouted loudly, but he picked up a bunch of new materials from the side and refined the ghost rope from scratch.

Old Qi moved his dry lips and wanted to say something, but the middle-aged man's angry look appeared in his mind.

In the end, Mr. Qi didn't say anything, but like a middle-aged man, he picked up a bunch of new materials from the side and prepared to learn how to refine ghost ropes from the middle-aged man.

That's right!

Everything that Mr. Qi encountered was the illusion that Tang Yu had created for Mr. Qi to take the initiative to learn how to refine the ghost rope.

In Tang Yu's illusion, Mr. Qi's ability was limited to the minimum. He did not realize that everything he experienced was illusion.

Of course, this is also because when the illusion was pulled closer, Mr. Qi was already frightened to restlessness, which made Tang Yu take advantage of it.

I was so lucky to let Mr. Qi take the initiative to learn how to refine the ghost rope with the middle-aged man.

This middle-aged man was nothing but Min Qiu who had already died tragically. However, under Tang Yu's deliberate cover-up, Mr. Qi found nothing.

In fact, Tang Yu's illusion still has many loopholes.

For example, those thunder and lightning, those heavy rain, and those rooms that can release the aura of the five realms of the True God, with lights on.

If Mr. Qi was not so scared, could be brave enough to rush into the room directly, he would definitely find that there was actually not a single person in these rooms.

Not only that, if you carefully investigate the aura of these powerful people in the fifth realm of True God, you will find that they definitely belong to the same person.

These auras were brought into the illusion by Tang Yu with the ability of Xuan Yue Kill.

Otherwise, Tang Yu himself would have no choice but to let Mr. Qi feel the aura of the fifth realm of the True God. Even if this was an illusion he had arranged, his strength did not reach the level of the fifth realm of the True God.

In fear, Old Qi stepped into the big pit that Tang Yu dug for him step by step, without knowing it.

"Did you hide something from me? This ghost rope looks simple to refine, why can't I succeed?"

This is Mr. Qi's 100th attempt to refine a ghost rope, but he failed in the end.

For Mr. Qi, a hundred attempts may have taken several months, but for Tang Yu, this was just a matter of a moment.

After Mr. Qi failed to refine the ghost rope for the tenth time, Tang Yu knew that Mr. Qi was not the one he was looking for, who could refine the ghost rope.

However, Tang Yu didn't care. He had expected such a thing to happen at the beginning.

Perhaps, not only Mr. Qi, but none of his subordinates could successfully refine the ghost rope.

After all, the method of refining the ghost rope is simple, but there are not many that can be successfully refined. Otherwise, the practitioners who can refine the ghost rope will not be so precious in Liuyun Town, and the infants, children, ghosts and demons of the sixth realm powerhouses of the True God will be willing to work hard to protect them.

After confirming that Mr. Qi was not the person he wanted to find, Tang Yu began to attack Mr. Qi's hands.

According to the degree of inner fear, Tang Yu pulled them into the illusion one by one, allowing them to experience those similar to those of Mr. Qi.

I don’t know if it was because of being too scared or Tang Yu’s soul power, the illusion created was too advanced. These cultivators from the third realm of the True God and the fourth realm of the True God, even at the beginning, realized that they might be trapped in the illusion, but when they really entered the illusion, they all forgot about this.

In the illusion, the time spent several years, decades, and even tens of thousands of years may be just a moment for the outside world.

"What a pity!"

A deep sigh slowly released from Tang Yu's mouth, and a very helpless expression appeared on his face.
Chapter completed!