Chapter 55: This Is a Mental Torment

Various kinds of clothing—silk, hemp, armor…

The only commonality is that each corpse's neck bears a blood‑stained wound from a sharp weapon, the fresh blood dyeing their garments.

In the main hall, at least eighty corpses hang!

But!

If that's all,

it's still not enough to make Geli Feisi pee in fear.

What truly terrifies her is

the fact that the corpses' feet are wearing the embroidered shoes she had seen before!!!

"WTF, WTF WTF WTF! Fuck the embroidered shoes, why are they embroidered shoes again!"

Geli Feisi clutches her head, feeling like her brain is about to explode,

"If you have the nerve, come out for a duel; hiding behind and doing this, what kind of ability is that?"

"Every time you scare me with embroidered shoes, why don't you show yourself!"

She shouts loudly, trying to dispel the fear inside.

But when she sees the corpses hanging from the beam start to sway violently, emitting mournful wails,

Geli Feisi falls silent in an instant.

She doesn't even dare to fart.

She is completely stunned with fear.

She especially doesn't understand why, in a showdown between terrifying entities, they drag her, a horror summoner, into it!

"I don't want to die!"

"Can't I surrender?!"

Is that okay?

Obviously not.

With a whoosh, five corpses on the beam break free, and four of them quickly surround Madam Batuo.

Madam Batuo, surprised, discovers that despite being a powerful ultra‑top‑tier horror entity, she cannot break free from the control of those four corpses; the two sides are at a stalemate!

There is one more corpse.

It swiftly grabs a half‑meter‑long sharp iron spike and lunges at Geli Feisi.

What to do?

Run!

Geli Feisi, without time to think, turns, and with trembling hands and all her strength, struggles to pull the door open!

Outside!

Blood rain pours down like a waterfall.

Dense fog spreads across the courtyard,

Within the mist, silhouettes like Zombies drift slowly toward Geli Feisi.

Geli Feisi looks down,

and is filled with despair.

Embroidered shoes!

A pair of bright‑red embroidered shoes sits neatly outside the door!

"Hehehe… embroidered shoes… again embroidered shoes…"

Geli Feisi is nearly driven mad by the embroidered shoes.

Now she,

would rather open the door to see a horde of Zombies rush in,

than see that pair of red embroidered shoes again…

With a thud, a sharp object pierces flesh with a dull thump.

Blood gushes, and Geli Feisi's surroundings bloom like a cruel flower, vivid red and striking.

She lowers her head, staring at the embroidered needle deeply embedded in her body,

Her face shows not fear but a hint of relieved release.

It's over, finally, over;

Even at the cost of death, she refuses to linger another second.

Embroidered shoes… she murmurs in her heart.

"Hahahahaha…"

Geli Feisi's laugh erupts wildly, the spark of life in her eyes extinguished, as if her soul has drifted with the wind, leaving only an empty shell,

wandering aimlessly through the world.

Her gaze hollow, she slowly bends, picks up the delicate embroidered shoes from the ground,

Holding them reverently in both hands, she gently rubs them with her cheek, as if treating them as the most precious treasure.

Then, suppressing the searing pain, she puts on the embroidered shoes,

She forcefully pulls her body out of the needle tip, rises onto tiptoe, and leaps to the center of the courtyard.

Rain strikes her, each drop turning into a bead of blood,

yet she seems to feel no pain, like a dancer possessed by frenzy,

twisting and dancing in the blood rain, her face bearing an almost maddened smile.

She continuously hums, "Embroidered shoes, embroidered shoes, embroidered blood, embroidered blood, …"

Only when her body gradually dissolved did the eerie whisper slowly fade away.

After Ge Lifi Si's death, in the shadows of the arena, a girl slowly stepped into the light.

She wore a bright red gauze dress, her hair in disarray, and her pallid face was split by a fierce scar.

On her exposed skin, lash marks, burns, and bruises were densely scattered,

These brutal marks told of the inhuman torment the girl had endured.

She stepped in embroidered shoes, held a slender embroidered needle like a finger, and expressionlessly advanced toward Baroti Madam.

With the death of Ge Lifi Si — the Summoner,

Baroti Madam's form grew increasingly transparent, until she vanished, but only for a moment.

The girl appeared here; she would witness Baroti Madam's end with her own eyes!

…On the Divine Ghost Killing Arena, most spectators had awakened from their stupor,

but their faces were pale, their eyes filled with terror, just as before Ge Lifi Si's final moments.

At this moment, they would rather see a Zombie attack than witness the appearance of those red embroidered shoes again.

What an incomprehensible fear, utterly horrifying!

From start to finish, no ghosts appeared, yet they constantly felt as if an invisible eye stared at them,

each second uneasy, a torment of the mind. When the girl in embroidered shoes finally appeared,

the crowd's very breaths became cautious, fearing that any slip might anger her.

After all, the spectators had just barely escaped the fear of the embroidered shoes, and a harsh buzzing still echoed in their minds.

Pat‑pat, the girl pressed forward step by step, closing in on Baroti Madam.

Baroti Madam struggled fiercely, a deep red flow of energy surged from her body, wild power tearing at space,

her anger made the air tremble, the surrounding spacetime grew viscous,

flowing like liquid, instantly turning the corpse that imprisoned her into ash.

On her pallid skin, black hair sprouted rapidly, her beautiful face twisted and deformed,

becoming a terrifying monster with blood‑red eyes and a short nose.

A roar, laced with a scent of blood, bared fangs and lunged at the embroidered‑shoe girl.

In an instant, it was within arm's reach, its fangs almost touching the girl's skin.

At the hair‑breadth of a thousand pounds, a cold blade flashed!

The embroidered needle in the girl's hand turned into a blade, cutting a dazzling white flash, as if it could slice anything.

Immediately after, a gurgling sound, and Baroti Madam's head struck the ground,

her body, like shattered glass, gradually faded away until nothing remained.

When the dust settled, the arena returned to its original state.

All the spectators, trembling with fear, stared at the embroidered‑shoe girl, not daring to blink,

lest opening their eyes would reveal those shoes again.

The girl walked steadily toward Zhang Cheng; Zhang Cheng sighed, his gaze full of sympathy, "You have suffered."

"Rest assured, your innocence has been proven; everything you endured, we will remember forever."

The legend behind those embroidered shoes is simply heartbreaking.

Once, there was a girl named Ya Dan who lived in the countryside.

Ya Dan was beautiful and charming, praised as the most beautiful girl in ten miles and eight villages,

At marriageable age, the threshold of her home was nearly trampled by suitors.

But she never agreed to anyone, because she was an orphan, dependent on her disabled grandfather,

making a living by weaving embroidered shoes.

Seeing her life improve slightly, she only wanted to save more money to treat her grandfather's illness.

Marriage would mean moving away, leaving her disabled grandfather uncared for, so she politely declined each suitor.

As time passed, suitors dwindled, and the villagers praised Ya Dan's filial piety.

Until one day, a young master surnamed Wang arrived in the village.

He leveraged his influence, using the County Magistrate as backing, and ran amok in the village.

One night, a group of men in black burst into Ya Dan's home, abducted her, and took her to Wang Young Master's house, where unspeakable things occurred.

Worse, Wang Young Master later committed beastly acts, selling Ya Dan into a brothel!

Later, to clear his name, Wang Young Master bribed the County Magistrate, slandering Ya Dan as greedy and accusing her of luring him!

Ignorant villagers, swayed by rumors, began cursing Ya Dan, calling her unchaste,

previously refusing marriage, now eyes opened by money, they claimed she turned to seduce Wang Young Master.

Rumors spread, forcing Ya Dan's grandfather to die unjustly, and in despair, Ya Dan threw herself into the river to commit suicide.

Yet no one knew, Ya Dan was not mortal; she was a supreme Yin being born on a Yin year, Yin month, Yin day, Yin hour!

Her unique constitution combined with endless resentment turned her into a powerful vengeful spirit!

Those who slandered or harmed her were none spared.

That courtyard house was the residence of the Wang Young Master; the people on the beams were his servants and the County Magistrate. And the village where the story began was the very village after the tragedy!

"Thank…".

Ya Dan gently nodded toward Zhang Cheng, her voice without a ripple.

However, learning that her innocence had been proven, the stone that had weighed on her heart finally settled completely.

Her figure turned into specks of light and faded away.

The scene.

As Ya Dan disappeared, the atmosphere was no longer so heavy.

Just then, a terrified shout came from the seats of the Great Hero State,

"Damn it! How... how could this be like this!"

"The person next to me actually died—what on earth is going on!"

This shout completely broke the silence on the scene.