Who is it?! "
Jian Wushuang jerked his head back and looked behind him.
Behind him was a pitch-black deck. What entered his eyes was a vast expanse of emptiness.
"Husband, what's wrong with you?"
Leng Rushuang held Jian Wushuang's hand and couldn't help but ask in confusion.
Jian Wushuang didn't answer, but frowned tightly.
Just now, he heard a strange low laughter behind his ear.
But when he looked back, he saw nothing.
"Shuang 'er, did you hear laughter just now?"
Jian Wushuang took a deep breath and looked at Leng Rushuang and asked.
"Ah? Laughter? "
Leng Rushuang couldn't help but be taken aback when she heard this, then shook her head and replied, "No. Husband, have you been too nervous recently? "
"Is that so?"
Jian Wushuang frowned and immediately looked around again, but didn't find anything unusual.
Could it be that he really heard it wrong?
"Maybe."
Jian Wushuang smiled bitterly and sighed softly.
Recently, he was indeed under too much pressure.
"Well, let's go into the cabin. I'm afraid this passage is a bit strange."
After thinking about it, Jian Wushuang suggested.
"Okay."
Leng Rushuang nodded.
"Hehe ~ Hehehehe."
Just as Jian Wushuang was about to turn his head and walk into the cabin with Leng Rushuang.
That eerie and strange low laughter sounded again in Jian Wushuang's ears, like a ghost whispering in his ear!
This time, Jian Wushuang heard it clearly!
"Pretending to be mysterious!"
Jian Wushuang's eyes were cold. With his current super strong perception, hearing it wrong once might be because his mind was too tense, but it was absolutely impossible to hear it wrong a second time!
The next moment!
"Divine Eyes, open!"
Countless Qi and blood surged and gathered in Jian Wushuang's eyes.
All of a sudden, the divine light in Jian Wushuang's eyes increased by three inches. A purple "Chuan" mark appeared between his eyebrows, pulsating like a flame.
His face was expressionless as he swept his gaze across.
However, the result disappointed him.
Still, he saw nothing.
Seeing this, Jian Wushuang's face gradually became serious. His left hand held onto Leng Rushuang, and his right hand quietly gripped onto the hilt of the Tai Luo Sword.
Feeling the warmth from the hilt of the Zenith Divine Sword, Jian Wushuang felt somewhat relieved.
He stared straight ahead and did not notice.
In the darkness behind him, a pair of wrinkled and shriveled hands silently reached out and patted him on the shoulder.
Hiss!
In an instant, Jian Wushuang's eyes narrowed and he turned his head to look.
Behind him, the pale-faced 'Leng Rushuang' was looking at him with a creepy smile.
"Shuang 'er?"
Jian Wushuang raised his eyebrows. Wasn't Leng Rushuang beside him?
"No!"
Jian Wushuang turned his head and saw Leng Rushuang looking at the 'Leng Rushuang' behind them with a horrified expression.
Two Leng Rushuang!
"Are you … looking for me?"
'Leng Rushuang' looked at Jian Wushuang with a creepy smile. The corners of her mouth slowly widened … widened … until her entire mouth widened to the back of her ears, revealing a bloody mouth!
She reached out and grabbed at Jian Wushuang's eyes.
"You're courting death!"
Jian Wushuang's eyes turned cold. He unsheathed the Tai Luo sword with his right hand, which had been holding the hilt. It turned into a stunning white rainbow and slashed forward!
Before the sword could strike, 'Leng Rushuang' was like a melting candle. Her eyes, nose, and mouth started to melt rapidly. In just a few breaths of time, she turned into a pool of sticky white liquid on the ground.
"Hahaha! Hahaha!"
The creepy sound, which sounded like crying and laughing, gradually faded away.
After a while, the deck of Universe Boat fell into a dead silence again.
Jian Wushuang took back the Tai Luo sword and frowned.
They hadn't even entered the Land of Sorrows, and something strange had already happened?
"Husband, what was that?"
Leng Rushuang asked, still in shock.
"I don't know. It was probably formed by the resentful spirits of this Land of Sorrows."
Jian Wushuang shook his head.
Patter, patter.
At this moment, the cabin door opened, and Blood Wave Supreme walked in hurriedly.
"Palace Master, something happened."
Blood Wave Supreme said with a solemn expression.
"What happened?"
Jian Wushuang's eyelids twitched.
"Palace Master, follow me and you will know."
After that, Blood Wave Supreme led Jian Wushuang to the cabin where the disciples of the God of Life Palace were resting.
After a while, Jian Wushuang arrived at the cabin.
He saw a disciple of the God of Life Palace lying on a bed. Great Axe Supreme, Tian Yi Supreme, Nine Calamity King, and the others stood beside him, their expressions extremely unpleasant.
"Palace Master."
"Palace Master."
Seeing Jian Wushuang walking over, Great Axe Supreme and the others all turned to greet him.
Jian Wushuang nodded at them as a response. Without further ado, he walked toward the disciple.
This disciple of the God of Life Palace was a stage five dominator, and he was tightly bound to the bed by Blood Wave Supreme's Blood Binding Technique.
The disciple's pupils were dilated, and his face was pale. His expression was indescribably creepy.
"Haha! Hahaha!"
He did not open his mouth, but a sound that sounded like crying and laughing came from his throat.
He seemed to have lost his mind, and he did not seem to notice anything. He just opened his eyes lifelessly.
"This laughter again."
Jian Wushuang's face darkened, and a bad premonition surged in his heart.
"Let me see."
After taking a deep breath, Jian Wushuang strode over.
"Absorb."
Jian Wushuang extended his finger and tapped on the disciple's forehead.
Just as Jian Wushuang was about to release his Divine Power to check the disciple's body …
"Bam!!!"
The disciple who looked like a zombie suddenly reached out his hand and grabbed Jian Wushuang's wrist.
"You're here …"
"Come quickly …"
"I've been waiting for you for a long time …"
"Haha … Hahahaha …"
A creepy sound that sounded like crying and laughing came from the disciple's throat.
Then, the scene that Jian Wushuang encountered on the deck played out again.
The disciple's body was like a burning candle. Starting from his hair, he melted bit by bit and turned into a pool of sticky white foam.
"Damn it!"
Suddenly, Jian Wushuang's face became extremely gloomy.
Strange!
Too strange!
He knew that the Land of Sorrows would be dangerous, and he was even mentally prepared to fight to the death.
But he did not expect the Land of Sorrows to be so creepy.
No matter how strong the danger was, it was not scary to see it.
There was always a way to deal with it.
But the strange phenomenon in the Land of Sorrows was invisible and untouchable. There was no trace of it.
The unknown was always the most difficult to deal with.
"Where are the other disciples? Is there anything unusual? "
Jian Wushuang turned around and looked at Supreme Blood Wave and the others with a dark expression.
Supreme Blood Wave and the others also did not look good. A disciple of the Divine Palace of Life died in front of them. But they could not even catch a trace of it, let alone do anything.
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