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The Heaven's Death Formation had already been lost 500 years ago. He never thought that the Vastheaven Sect would actually continue to this formation and turn it into a formation that trapped vengeful spirits. No wonder these vengeful spirits didn't leave this place together, they were actually controlled by the formation.

If he could break the formation and release these vengeful spirits, he might have a chance of escaping.

But if the vengeful spirit was born, if the people of Vastheaven Sect were unable to stop it, then there would be many more living beings that would be annihilated in this world.

This was the hatred from five hundred years ago. He could not implicate the current person.

The disciples of the Vastheaven Sect outside were not the main culprits. The people who caused his sect's deaths were still not here, the Vastheaven Sect must still have a hidden headquarters. He had to take revenge on those people and not lose his mind.

Take a deep breath to calm yourself down.

From his current position, he could hear the faint but indistinct conversation of someone passing by.

Since those stone tablets were a formation, perhaps some sort of formation was arranged on the ground. Otherwise, why would they have to enter and not leave?

As long as he found the Formation Aperture, he would be able to leave.

On the ground, a few Vastheaven Sect disciples who had caught up with Zhong Wentao squatted there. They carefully observed the ordinary ground and were still researching how Zhong Wentao fell in.

"Senior Brother, there's no such thing as a mechanism at all. Are we mistaken?"

A disciple said in disbelief.

If they weren't mistaken, how could a normal person fall in? They must be seeing things!

"Idiot!"

If they had seen wrongly, why did Third Uncle say that he did not need to care about Zhong Wentao? Clearly, Third Uncle knew that someone could fall into this place, and they would understand as long as they found the mechanism.

In order to show that they were stronger than the other disciples, these people always tried their best to find out more about things that no one else knew. This could also make up for the helplessness of not being able to go out with their masters and the others.

Zhong Wentao had heard all these conversations and was considering how to leave.

These disciples were so stupid, they might be able to help him.

"Wuwuwu …"

They used all their strength to make a weird sound that traveled up through the ground. It scared them so much that they fell to the ground, saying that they had seen a ghost.

He wanted to run away, but his legs felt sore, as if something had grabbed onto their legs and was preventing them from leaving.

In fact, all of these were just psychological effects. It was because Zhong Wentao thought of this that he dared to use this method so blatantly.

"Senior Brother, what should we do?"

The few disciples were scared out of their wits and felt like they had seen a ghost.

"What are you afraid of!"

The person who was called Senior Brother spoke up, "This voice must be coming from that person. He fell down on the ground. He's just a human, what is there to be afraid of?"

"Senior Brother, didn't he come up with something?"

As they spoke softly, a few of them began to feel fear in their hearts.

"Don't be afraid, let me show you him!"

As he spoke, this person was about to reach out and touch the ground when he was stopped by his junior brothers. He still felt that it wasn't appropriate.

Zhong Wentao worked even harder and continued to make weird noises, attracting the attention of these fools.

The bravest among them quietly retreated, wanting to escape alone.

The man quietly retreated, his hand accidentally pressing on the bulge that Zhong Wentao had raised, in the next second, a huge hole appeared on the ground, the three of them shouted as they fell, Zhong Wentao took the chance and jumped up, his shoes dropping to the ground, he finally climbed up.

Hearing that someone was rushing over, he quickly bent his body and hid at the side, not daring to make a sound. He didn't expect those people to actually help him so much, otherwise he would definitely die.

"Young man, you're very smart."

Suddenly, the voice of an old man appeared beside his ear. He quickly turned his head, and an old face directly appeared in front of him. The old man's nose was next to his, and he could feel his unpleasant breathing.

He quickly retreated and looked at the old man warily.

This person appeared without a sound, so he was definitely not an ordinary person.

In the Vastheaven Sect, everyone was his enemy, so this old man was in danger.

"Young man, don't be afraid. I'm your martial uncle, come and play with me."

The old man smiled as he walked forward, and was about to pull Zhong Wentao's hand.

Zhong Wentao dodged, and the old man took another step forward, continuing to do the same thing.

No matter how Zhong Wentao dodged, he was unable to shake this old man. He seemed to be a little crazy, but his movements were extremely nimble and his actions were fast and accurate. It could be seen that the craziness on the surface was fake.

"Who are you?"

During the process of the two people going back and forth, they had already reached a relatively secretive place. This place was forced by the old man for Zhong Wentao to come here, and it was not Zhong Wentao's choice.

While the two were fighting, Zhong Wentao was completely at a disadvantage, and had been continuously suppressed by the old man.

"I'm your Martial Uncle."

The old man laughed and spoke, his hands and feet did not stop, and continued to spar with Zhong Wentao.

No matter what Zhong Wentao asked, he would only say that one sentence, as if he was insane and could only say one sentence.

The two fought back and forth without using any inner strength. For some reason, he felt that this old man had no ill intentions towards him, so he was slightly merciful.

"No, no, no, I'm hungry, I'm going to eat."

The old man suddenly retracted his fist and turned around, about to enter the room to eat dinner. Zhong Wentao couldn't retract his fist, and directly smashed into the tree trunk.

"My Eggy is here, my meal."

The old man ran over happily and snatched the egg away from him. It seemed that the man had done this on purpose to get the egg off him.

Ignoring the ugly expression on Zhong Wentao's face, the old man knocked on the egg with his mouth and ate it whole, making Zhong Wentao feel disgusted.

After eating two of them in one go, the elder burped in satisfaction. He rubbed his stomach and was about to go back to sleep.

His movements were fluid and natural, to the point where he could not see Zhong Wentao standing there, as if he had already forgotten about the person who helped him hold the bird egg.

He looked around and saw that the sky had turned completely dark.

There was not much light in the surroundings, and leaving would be really difficult. He did not know if there were any other mechanisms or formations, but he needed to find a place to wait until daybreak before leaving.

Glancing at the door that the old man had closed, Zhong Wentao quickly walked in and quietly opened the door.

"Hua!"

A basin of water was poured over his head, turning him upside down in the pitch black night.

"Achoo!"

He immediately sneezed, almost throwing his mucus out of his nose.

The old man clapped happily and the sound was extremely loud, causing the surrounding rooms to be lit up, Zhong Wentao immediately rushed into the room, gently covering the door, and did not dare to come out.

He cautiously looked out the door, afraid that someone would come over to check on him.

The door opened and a young man came out to complain, "Martial Uncle, hurry up and rest. It's already so late and you can stop messing around. I'll accompany you to have fun tomorrow. I'm too tired!"

As he said this, the young man turned around and entered the room. He mumbled a few sentences, he was already used to this kind of situation.

It seemed that this old man was like this every day, not drawing anyone's attention.

"How is it, I'm not lying to you, right? I am my senior uncle, right? "

The old man whispered in his ear. The smell of rotten bird eggs stung his nostrils, and he was about to collapse.

In his entire life, he had never seen such a hateful old man, no wonder these disciples all hated him.

As if he saw through Zhong Wentao's discontent, the old man laughed and said: "Don't be angry, play with me, and I'll give you something good!"

"I don't want it."

He just wanted to leave.

He had intended to stay here for the night, but from the looks of it, he could only look for another place.

"You really don't want it? You don't want this either? "

The old man said, extremely happy.

The glowing pearl in his hand was very obvious in the dark room.

Zhong Wentao's eyes were pierced, but he was still able to clearly see the pearl in the old man's hand, causing his expression to change.

"How did you get this?"

His countenance turned extremely unsightly.

That was something that belonged to his junior sister. When she was in her coming of age ceremony, he found something from eight hundred miles away and gave it to her. It was a priceless gift.

On the day of her junior sister's death, she still had this thing hanging from her waist. Now, the bead was still there, but it was a pity that it couldn't be hung.

His eyes were bloodshot, causing him to recall his Junior Apprentice Sister's death. Since this thing was in the hands of this old man, could it be that the old man killed his Junior Apprentice Sister?

Step by step, he slowly walked towards the old man.

Under the night sky, his eyes were even darker than the night.

The old man was slightly frightened. His body was trembling, and he didn't know what to do.

He was just bored and wanted to tease these disciples, but the eyes of this disciple were too terrifying, he had never seen them before.

"If you want it, I'll give it to you."

As he said that, he quickly threw the pearl over. Zhong Wentao reached out his hands to catch it, and the familiar touch reminded him that this was the pearl he had given to his little junior sister.

"Speak, how did you obtain this pearl?"

Zhong Wentao coldly questioned as his face was covered in tears.

Fortunately, his expression did not appear obvious in the dark.

"I-I stole it. From your Third Martial Aunt, don't tell him that he'll be angry!"

The old man quickly spoke, as if he was extremely afraid of Third Martial Uncle.

However, he was clearly older than Third Martial Aunt. Could it be that this old man was even younger than Third Martial Aunt?

They even laughed at the fact that the bead was as slippery as the junior sister's skin, causing the junior sister to cry for two whole days. In the end, it was Master who punished them severely to vent her anger on the junior sister.

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