Chapter 353: Seeing Maidong at Last, Heart Ached with Sorrow

The Youhe Anlao is dark and damp, with constant wailing inside, and there is no shortage of resentful spirits drifting within.

These resentful spirits are either human captives who lost their lives in the dark prison, or wandering souls that strayed inside by mistake.

The structure of the dark prison is intricate and complex; many wandering souls cannot escape, and as time passes, with resentment growing, they have all turned into fierce ghosts and soul demons.

Lingxiang does not trust Guihua, fearing she might play some tricks, so she followed along.

She originally thought Lingxiang would be frightened by the sights in the dark prison, but she never expected Lingxiang to act as if nothing were the matter, walking openly and honestly the whole way without a hint of fear.

Guihua could not help but click her tongue—she had underestimated this stinky girl after all.

As a member of the Daoist Sect, Lingxiang has some skills; although she had never seen resentful spirits or fierce ghosts, she has read many books and naturally knows how to deal with them.

Facing such fierce ghosts and resentful spirits, the more timid and cowardly one is, the easier it is for them to take advantage of the weakness.

Moreover, before coming, Lingxiang had long made full preparations and was carrying no shortage of Talismans and magic treasures on her person.

Yet, facing this scene, Lingxiang could not help but feel some worry in her heart.

Since arriving in the Demon Realm, it has been three full years, and in these three years, she has never seen a trace of Maidong. If Maidong had been locked in here from the very beginning, she would inevitably have suffered quite a bit.

Although Maidong is also a member of the Daoist Sect, at that time Maidong's divine sense had collapsed, and if...

Lingxiang dared not think too much, only hoping Maidong could guard her original heart and not let these wandering souls and resentful ghosts take advantage of her.

After following Guihua for a long time, not knowing how many forks they had passed, they finally stopped in front of a stone door.

The stone door is carved with dark patterns, shaped like totems, clearly something akin to witchcraft.

Lingxiang could not help but frown; Maidong only has Foundation Establishment cultivation, what virtue or ability does she have that requires a witchcraft array to suppress her?

Just as she was puzzled, she saw Guihua raise her hand and slide her fingernails across the stone door; the harsh scraping sound seemed particularly eerie in this dark stone prison.

Lingxiang only felt a tremor beneath her feet, and as a booming sound arose, the stone door slowly opened, and a foul odor rushed toward them, causing Adao to cover his nose.

Inside the door, it was pitch black, with only the clinking of chains and strange chanting to be heard.

The chanting came from far to near, echoing and circling in the darkness, and especially within these chants, there was occasionally mixed crying and laughing, which made one's hair stand on end.

But even though it was so terrifying, Lingxiang still recognized it.

"It's Maidong!"

Lingxiang rushed toward the depths, even bumping into Guihua who was leading the way, scaring Zhanli and Adao into following closely behind, fearing Lingxiang might encounter some danger.

And beside Guihua, only Boluohui remained...

Guihua gave a gloomy smile, turned around, raised her hand and struck Boluohui on the neck, then, like picking up a chick, grabbed his collar and rushed out.

Following Guihua's departure, the stone door slammed shut with a boom.

Now Adao was dumbfounded, not knowing what to do for a moment. It was at this time that several flames suddenly scattered, illuminating the entire Stone Chamber.

It was Lingxiang's Fire Talisman.

The Stone Chamber is not very large and is empty all around, with only a person crawling in the corner.

That person is in rags, covered in a foul stench, with one foot shackled by a chain, the ankle festering and oozing pus and blood, looking incomparably miserable.

That chanting was emitted by this person; she was seen shaking her head, either crying and tearing at her own hair, or laughing and rolling on the ground, the pain on her body seemingly having nothing to do with her.

"Maidong!"

Even though her face was covered in mud, Lingxiang recognized her at a glance, rushed up in two or three steps, and hugged the scarred Maidong.

At this moment, Lingxiang no longer held even a shred of resentment; at just one look, her heart ached beyond measure.

Maidong, held by Lingxiang, was like a startled fawn, struggling constantly, kicking her feet non-stop, the chains clinking incessantly, grinding against the festering wounds, which looked painful just to see.

But the more it hurt, the more she struggled.

"I didn't kill them! I didn't kill them!"

Maidong's crying and shouting echoed in the Stone Chamber, shrill and desperate.

Facing the demented Maidong, Lingxiang's heart was breaking.

How could this still be that carefree, smiling Maidong?

But even if she was demented, Maidong's strength had not diminished in the slightest; Lingxiang could not hold her at all, and her body was beaten until it hurt.

But even if it hurt more, Lingxiang was unwilling to let go; she did not want to lose her again.

Just then, Zhanli struck Maidong on the neck with his palm, knocking her unconscious. Only then did Lingxiang let out a sigh of relief, her face crinkled into a ball—it really did hurt!

Although Lingxiang and Maidong grew up together, they had never had a conflict, let alone come to blows; she knew Maidong had great strength, but she did not expect it to be that great—she was afraid she had been beaten into internal injuries!

Lingxiang sat on the ground, taking a long while to recover, looking at Maidong lying in her arms, her heart filled with mixed feelings.

The chain locking Maidong did not look like an ordinary object at first glance and certainly could not be destroyed easily; moreover, Maidong's foot was injured, and if one were not careful, who knows if that leg would be crippled.

Furthermore, now is not the time for sentimentality; they are currently locked in the dark prison!

"Master, what should we do?"

Adao searched all around but could not find any mechanism or the like; apart from the stone walls, there was nothing anywhere.

Could it be that they were just locked in here like this?

That cursed Guihua is truly hateful!

But Lingxiang did not show the slightest panic, only saying calmly: "Don't worry, the door will open in a moment."

As soon as the words fell, the stone door indeed opened with a boom, and Boluohui walked in rubbing his head, followed by a furious-looking Guihua.

"Stinky girl! What tricks did you play on me again!"

Lingxiang smiled coldly: "This Princess is also wondering, what tricks is the General playing?"

Since Lingxiang came to the Demon Realm, on the surface she was either Spirit-Refining and making medicine, studying Demon Realm books, or lingering in the streets, but in reality, she was also studying Witchcraft.

Her cultivation could no longer be improved, so she could not just stand still, could she?

Thus, in these two years, Lingxiang had improved no shortage of strange and peculiar Witchcraft.

Take Guihua for example.

Just now, although Lingxiang rushed out regardless of anything, when she bumped into Guihua, she had attached a Seal Mark to her body.

This Seal Mark is a combination of a Puppet Talisman and a Child-Mother Talisman; the target will act just like a Child Talisman, no matter how far away they are or which direction they walk, they will eventually head toward the location of the Mother Talisman.

And this Mother Talisman is currently held in Lingxiang's hand.

As soon as Guihua exited the Stone Chamber, she was thinking about how to enjoy Boluohui, but no matter what, she could not walk out of the dark prison, and she kept circling the Stone Chamber that trapped Lingxiang and the others, as if...

As if it were a Ghost Wall!

But the Demon Race have incomplete souls, which is to say they are the same as those wandering ghosts and fierce spirits, so how could she be toyed with by a ghost? Furthermore, Guihua is not troubled by illusions by nature, so it is impossible that she has fallen for an illusion.

Putting it all together, it can only be that Lingxiang is playing tricks!

You stinking little wench, how dare you play me for a fool!