Chapter 227

228. Chapter 228: Death Begins

As a powerhouse of the Primordial Spirit Realm, Zhang Xun could feel that many people had died on this floor at some point in the past. The emotion of fear after these people died still remained. It was just that one very strange thing was that they hadn't found a single corpse after searching for so long. If this place was really haunted and the ghost really killed people, then there must be corpses of the deceased left behind.

Judging from the sealing situation outside, it was impossible for anyone to come here specifically to dispose of corpses.

Following his feeling, Zhang Xun chased to the door of a room on this floor.

The door was not locked; it was half-open.

And on the wall next to the door, many scratch marks were left. Those scratch marks were stained with blood, looking like someone had grabbed the wall during the process of being dragged away, which showed that there was indeed something in that room.

"Something's wrong."

Zhang Xun looked at those scratch marks and immediately frowned, while instinctively feeling a bit of unease.

This feeling was very abnormal.

He was a powerhouse of the Primordial Spirit Realm; some dangers that ordinary people couldn't handle were not worth mentioning in his eyes. But what was this unease in his heart?

With some doubts, Zhang Xun pushed open the half-open door and walked in.

Once inside, he immediately felt a cold aura envelop his whole body. Even as a cultivator, he couldn't help but shiver. Then he quickly reacted: this cold was not cold in the physical sense, because the temperature in this room was not low. This cold was like an intrusion from the soul.

It was like some kind of emitted energy field that normal people couldn't see, but could indirectly affect people, such as the complete mystic object, the Feather of the Luan Phoenix, when crossing worlds.

However, there was no energy field in this room.

It was more like being enveloped by an extremely evil power. If this power were to be accurately described, it should be supernatural power.

Zhang Xun's eyes glowed; the dark environment had no effect on him. Just a few steps into the room, suddenly, his footsteps stopped abruptly. Not far in front of him stood a clothes rack, and on that rack hung an old piece of clothing. The clothing was dark red, like a costume, with wide sleeves swaying slightly. At first glance, it looked like a person was waving at him.

"An old costume?"

He looked around, but didn't discover anything abnormal. The only thing that was wrong was this old costume.

And in Zhang Xun's perception, the source of all unease seemed to come from this costume.

But his eyes didn't see any trace of a fierce ghost.

Zhang Xun thought for a moment and still walked toward this costume. At first, he was relatively cautious, but until he got close, he didn't discover any danger. It was just that the closer he got to this dark red costume, the colder he felt the surrounding environment was, and at the same time, he smelled a faint stench of a corpse.

The unease in his heart was magnifying.

But after circling this costume a few times, Zhang Xun still couldn't see any clues: "No fierce ghost possessing it, no cosmic energy emitted, it's just..."

Then he looked at the wide cuffs.

Inside the sleeves was a patch of darkness.

Even an Evolver of his level couldn't see through that darkness.

This was the only unreasonable place.

Finally, Zhang Xun reached out and touched it with some curiosity. He wanted to confirm the material of this old costume. In his view, the material of this clothing was very special; it didn't look like ordinary fabric.

He reached out and touched the cuff.

The touch was cold, and the material was indeed miraculous. He stretched out his fingers and rubbed it with a little force. Let alone fabric, even metal could be pinched and deformed by him, forcibly rubbing off a layer of iron skin. However, this clothing was only deformed; there was no sign of damage at all.

A mystic object?

Such a conjecture immediately popped into Zhang Xun's mind.

Because only mystic objects would be so indestructible.

However, this thought was quickly denied by him, because this clothing didn't emit an energy field, which denied the possibility of it being a mystic object from the root.

However, at this very moment.

Suddenly.

Deep inside those wide sleeves, a pale, blackish, and very cold palm suddenly reached out and grabbed Zhang Xun's wrist. The power was great, but for a cultivator, such power didn't count for much. It was just that this sudden scene made people feel horrified.

Hmm?

Zhang Xun's expression changed drastically, and then he reacted instantly: the ghost in this building was mostly hiding inside this old costume.

However, what made people feel inconceivable was that not only one palm stretched out from the cuff of the costume, but immediately a second, a third, and a fourth palm reached out. These cold, pale palms constantly climbed and overlapped, constantly covering Zhang Xun's arm. At the same time, a terrifying pulling force came, trying to pull his entire body into the depths of that sleeve.

"Mere evil spirits, not knowing the immensity of heaven and earth."

Zhang Xun suddenly shouted, his whole body's energy surged, and his whole body instantly emitted a dazzling light. This light was like the energy explosion of a mystic object, capable of instantly repelling any creature around him, including fierce ghosts.

However, as his energy exploded, the weird palms grabbing him were not affected at all. Instead, they constantly eroded his arm. In just a moment, one of his arms had already been pulled into the sleeve of the costume. And what was even more weird was that the costume that was originally hanging on the rack actually slowly stood up like a tall living person at this moment, and spread its collar, enveloping Zhang Xun.

Inside the costume was a bottomless darkness, like an abyss. At this moment, it enveloped him, seemingly wanting to swallow his entire body.

Zhang Xun's expression changed drastically, and the power of the Primordial Spirit Realm powerhouse suddenly poured out.

At this moment, the hard ground roared, and deep cracks appeared under his feet. His whole body was glowing, trying to use powerful force to break free from the restraint, tear apart this old costume, and defeat the evil spirit in front of him.

However, no matter how powerful his force was and how his body's energy poured out, he had no way to destroy this old costume, nor did he have any way to break free from the restraint.

And until now, his Primordial Spirit perception hadn't given a warning.

"How could this be?" Zhang Xun was both shocked and angry, because he couldn't understand this scene.

Why couldn't he, a powerhouse of the Primordial Spirit Realm, deal with a piece of clothing?

If this were said out loud, who would believe it?

However, the tall costume enveloped him. He couldn't resist and could only watch as a patch of darkness wrapped around him. At the same time, in the darkness, he also felt countless palms pulling at him, seemingly wanting to pull him into the deeper part of that darkness.

At this moment, even if he were more stupid, he would understand that if he fell into that darkness, he would absolutely have no way to come back alive.

Now Zhang Xun also understood why this place was sealed, and why the corpses of the deceased were not seen after it was haunted—it turned out that the people who died were all eaten by this old costume.

"Am I going to die here? No..." Zhang Xun let out an unwilling roar. His whole body was incomparably dazzling, and the cosmic energy in his body poured out again. And in the light, an illusory figure of Zhang Xun rushed out.

That was his Primordial Spirit.

A powerhouse of the Primordial Spirit Realm had already condensed a Primordial Spirit. At a critical moment, it could leave the body, let the Primordial Spirit act, and even the Primordial Spirit could cross small wormholes to go to other worlds.

It was just that the risk of the Primordial Spirit crossing worlds was very high. If one was not careful, one would become a "Silent One," and the Primordial Spirit after crossing worlds was easily eroded, finally leading to death.

But now Zhang Xun couldn't care about these anymore.

He had completely understood that the ghost in this world was very special and completely different from those fierce ghosts they knew. It seemed there was no way to kill it at all, because even his full explosion as a Primordial Spirit Realm powerhouse hadn't been able to hurt the ghost here in the slightest. Under such circumstances, if he didn't run away, it would be a dead end.

However, the moment Zhang Xun's Primordial Spirit rushed out, it was entangled by the sleeve of the old costume. Under the pull of that force, his Primordial Spirit seemed to be torn apart.

"Are you kidding me? Even the Primordial Spirit can be captured? What kind of world is this damn thing..." Zhang Xun's Primordial Spirit was terrified at this moment.

However, the old costume didn't give him any room to struggle. Accompanied by the pull of that dark red sleeve, his Primordial Spirit was also dragged into a patch of darkness.

A powerhouse of the Primordial Spirit Realm disappeared without a trace just like that, without leaving a single mark.

Then this room returned to silence again.

But the others outside didn't notice anything at all about what happened here.

This was very abnormal.

One had to know that the hearing and perception of Spirit Perception Realm cultivators were amazing; they could know any movement. But Zhang Xun made such a big movement in the room, and as a result, not a single person came to check.

It wasn't until a while later that the group who finished exploring this floor discovered something wrong.

Zhang Xun was missing?

Although it was a bit ridiculous, it seemed to be true.

Zhang Xun, as the team leader, had actually disappeared.

"No way, this floor is only this big; we can hear it even if we say a word. Can a person disappear like this?" Qin Bing said in disbelief.

"Indeed, I didn't find any trace of the team leader," Zhang Jing said. She shouted a few times, and the sound echoed, but there was no response.

Tao Yuan frowned at this moment and said: "I'm afraid something happened. But I just saw team leader Zhang Xun go that way."

Then he pointed with his hand.

That was a corridor. At the end of the corridor, there seemed to be a room, the door half-open, and it was pitch black inside.

"Go over and take a look?" Zhang Jing asked tentatively.

"Okay." The others had no objections.

But Li Yi didn't know why; it seemed a voice was telling himself not to go over, not to be curious.

Suddenly.

A sharp pain came from his head, making his body sway slightly, and his pupils unconsciously turned black at this moment.

But soon.

This sharp pain disappeared, and Li Yi then returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.