Chapter 89: The Road Back

"Calm down first!" Zhu Dechang said urgently:

"Xiong Lihui! We cannot intervene for you; you must save yourself!"

The situation became exceptionally urgent, while Jiyu was somewhat bewildered and at a loss, not knowing what to do.

Zhou Lan had already been silent due to Zhu Dechang's "reprimand." Qin Yifei, on the other hand, had always seemed not very bright; from beginning to end, it was difficult for him to even keep up with everyone's train of thought,

let alone offer suggestions.

As for Jiang Liuxue, she was smarter, but the various plans that popped into her mind were all rejected by herself:

Hide in the room encountered on the road? No, if the room couldn't stop the Guaishou, Xiong Lihui would have nowhere to retreat... Shout for help to attract other monks for assistance? No, he was already doing that, and it was completely useless.

After a long while, Jiang Liuxue finally thought of a way: Xiong Lihui must escape the Lianlang!

But... how?

Just as Jiang Liuxue thought this far, before she could reach the next step,

Ding Mo beside her suddenly spoke, saying to Zhu Dechang with rapid speed:

"Ask him if he can see the face of the Guaishou chasing him clearly?"

Zhu Dechang was stunned for a moment, then relayed Ding Mo's question to Xiong Lihui.

Lianlang.

Xiong Lihui stepped desperately on the stone bricks, looking back at the ghostly shadow behind him from time to time, his face filled with terror.

Face? Upon hearing this, as soon as he turned his head, he saw,

that ghostly shadow was already close at hand!

The distance between them was eerily shifting between far and near—the general trend was that it was constantly closing in.

It was simply like a nightmare; no matter how he ran or where he fled, he could not affect the Guaishou's pursuit.

It was as if whether it could catch up had nothing to do with distance or speed, only with time.

Once that specific time arrived, it would be his time to die!

Seeing this scene, Xiong Lihui's heart contracted violently! Gritting his teeth, he risked slowing down his running speed, lifted his turned head with effort,

and looked toward the Guaishou's shrunken head that was brushing against the vaulted ceiling.

The result...

was discovering that this Guaishou's head was actually facing backward!

Just like when it pretended to be a "sweeping monk" and led him earlier, its body was running forward, but its head was looking behind!

Truly incomparably strange!

How could this be... why doesn't it look at the road while chasing me!? Xiong Lihui hurriedly fed the situation back to Zhu Dechang and the others.

Inside the Quiet Room, everyone was astonished, and then their gazes focused on Ding Mo.

As expected... Ding Mo could not care about so much; he raised his head, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes, and said:

"If I am not mistaken, that corridor has unique rules!

"And actually, just now, when that sweeping monk led Xiong Lihui away, it had already told us!

"That is—do not look at the road!

"To be precise, do not look at the road ahead!"

The more they heard, the more surprised the group became, even shocked! Zhu Dechang was the same, but while he was surprised and re-evaluating Ding Mo,

he also quickly told Xiong Lihui this guess.

"Do not look at the road ahead... look at the 'road back' instead!?" Listening to the instructions, Xiong Lihui turned his head and looked at the corridor behind him.

In his eyes, red lanterns and railings flashed past one by one.

But after watching for a while, he discovered something unusual.

These lanterns and railings... were not moving backward!

Xiong Lihui watched for a while and discovered that the "road back" was actually gradually changing!

He was clearly running forward with all his might, yet the reference points on both sides were sometimes moving backward, sometimes forward, and sometimes even standing still!

It was as if the spatial direction in the corridor was changing at any moment!

Sometimes "moving forward" was actually "moving backward," sometimes "moving backward" was actually "moving forward," and sometimes it was equivalent to running in place!

And this could only be discovered when looking carefully at the "road back"!

The reason that Guaishou had been closing in on him was because of this—it could distinguish the direction, while Xiong Lihui could not!

Realizing this, Xiong Lihui immediately followed suit, maintaining the action of looking back while running.

Sure enough, the distance between him and the Guaishou stopped shrinking!

The Guaishou seemed to have noticed this too; it stretched out its thin, long arms, seemingly attempting to hook onto Xiong Lihui's back.

But Xiong Lihui, seeing the hope of survival, had already erupted with the potential of a lifetime to run, actually widening the distance a little and preventing it from succeeding.

Finally, after several minutes, Xiong Lihui ran out of the Lianlang, ending this death chase.

"Hoo, hoo, hoo..." Xiong Lihui stopped his steps and began to pant violently, his chest heaving like a bellows pulled to its limit,

as if he wanted to breathe all the breaths he was supposed to take in this lifetime!

"Ali... ve... ali... ve..." Xiong Lihui pulled at his dry throat wanting to say something, but found he was already too tired to speak clearly.

He was currently in a medium-sized plaza, and in the distance was a building installed with many windows.

Moreover, compared to just now, heaven knows when it had brightened up; faint sunlight spilled down from the clouds, falling onto Xiong Lihui's back, which was already soaked with cold sweat.

"Xiong Lihui, are you okay? Please reply if you hear me." Listening to the voice coming from the void again.

A smile of surviving a disaster appeared on Xiong Lihui's face:

"I... am alive.

"Tha... nks... the guess was correct!"

"As long as you're alive, that's enough; no need to thank me." Zhu Dechang glanced at Ding Mo, who was sitting opposite him, and said:

"If you want to thank someone, thank Ding Mo; it was he who discovered this point."

Ding Mo? It was actually him? Xiong Lihui's mind conjured the image of the unremarkable young man who followed beside Jiang Liuxue.

He couldn't help but say: "Help me thank him, and tell him that if there is a chance in the future, I will repay him."

Repay, huh... After hearing this, Ding Mo's eyes showed no fluctuation.

He didn't really care—he did not view all of this as a "transaction" that required an equivalent exchange.

At this moment, Xiong Lihui on the plaza had rested for a while; he stood up shakily, intending to continue forward.

"Do you not need to rest a bit longer?" Zhu Dechang's voice came over.

"I, I must get over there as soon as possible..." Xiong Lihui panted wearily and began to pace forward.

He looked toward the surrounding greenery and trees.

He didn't know if it was an illusion.

He always felt that after standing here for a while, the surrounding trees seemed to faintly...

Increase in number?

"It must be my imagination... It must be my imagination..." He walked toward one direction.

Unexpectedly, however, the subsequent journey was very smooth, and he did not encounter any danger.

The building in the distance decorated with numerous paper windows was, in fact, the "Zangjing Ge" of the temple.

Inside, Xiong Lihui could hear bursts of human whispering; just by standing in front of the door, his "Threshold" showed signs of beginning to drop!

One must know that even on that eerie Lianlang just now, his "Threshold" had not dropped much.

Xiong Lihui dared not stay long and left at high speed.

Next, he passed by a house, which seemed to be a place where monastics lived; human figures could be faintly seen on the corridor.

However, Xiong Lihui had no intention of entering.

Because the Guangming Baodian was right before his eyes!

Xiong Lihui had already seen it, the magnificent silhouette of the precious hall! Hidden among the various Buddha pagodas!

"Almost there!" Joy appeared on Xiong Lihui's face; he looked at the surroundings that were becoming increasingly dense, even showing a tendency to faintly surround him,

and masking the growing unease in the depths of his eyes, he walked toward that side.

Life and death hinge on this one move.