Starting with the frog, he has ruled for eternity.

Chapter 51 Gua! demon? !

Where are they?!

Director Chen exclaimed in surprise and turned around to look.

Fang Yuan was stunned for a moment, then quickly turned around to look!

The area outside the damaged building had completely changed; it was no longer a dilapidated old town, but a bustling street!

this……?

Another illusion?!

The man and the frog were still hesitating, but the gaunt figure stood up again, and there were even more sinister hands!

They spread rapidly towards this place, moving swiftly, attacking!

We can't delay any longer!

Fang Yuan keenly realized this!

Although we don't know what happened, it seems that the entire map is changing over time!

The eeriness was just too eeriness!

We need to act quickly and decisively; we can't afford to delay any longer!

"Croak! What are you waiting for? Let's get started! Demolish the building!"

Fang Yuan's loud shout interrupted Chen Tieshan's thoughts.

Chen Tieshan took a deep breath, knowing that this was not the time for them to think. Regardless of what was happening to the others, their most important task was to quickly deal with the gaunt ghost in front of them and demolish the building!

Then, evacuate immediately!

The gaunt figure clearly sensed Fang Yuan's intention, but its already distorted face remained expressionless, just as it always had. It simply stared intently at Fang Yuan with its dark eye sockets, letting out a sharp, piercing, and slow roar:

"No...don't...go..."

As it roared, the entire Drunken Immortal Pavilion began to writhe violently.

The red paint on the surrounding walls had peeled off, revealing the dark red flesh and blood underneath.

Countless dark, ghostly hands, no longer scratching haphazardly, intertwined and wove together like wildly growing vines, forming walls of black flesh that attempted to seal off all exits.

It's trying to stop the two of them!

Why?

Fang Yuan still had some doubts.

But a glint flashed in Chen Tieshan's eyes, and he didn't think too much about it: "It's scared! Brother Frog! This building is indeed its Achilles' heel!"

He kicked a pillar beside him with all his might.

Not to be outdone, Fang Yuan exerted force with his hind legs, his massive body transforming into a dark green afterimage in the air, heading straight for the thickest red-lacquered pillar in the center of the hall.

That's the main beam of this building!

If it's cut off, half of this dilapidated building will collapse!

"...Break!!!"

Fang Yuan adjusted his posture in mid-air, his muscles tense to the extreme, the dark green keratin layer on his skin faintly red due to congestion. He gathered all his strength, along with the surging internal energy within him, into his right leg.

!!!

boom!!!

The thick frog legs, like battering rams, slammed into the pillar that was as thick as three people could hug.

Blood and flesh flew everywhere!

Bone fragments flew everywhere!

The pillar wasn't made of wood, but rather a strange building material resembling flesh and bones!

But regardless, the pillar, struck by that blow, emitted a heart-wrenching groan.

Click—!

A huge crack instantly spread from the point of impact to the top, and then went down to the bottom.

"ah--!!!"

The gaunt figure let out a bloodcurdling scream, as if its spine had snapped instead of the pillar. It flailed its arms wildly, driving the countless ghostly hands and leeches that swarmed towards Fang Yuan, attempting to stop him!

"Chen Tieshan! The one on the left! Quickly!"

"They're here!"

Chen Tieshan was now going all out. He threw away the broken bench in his hand and picked up the broadsword that the disciple had left behind. Although he wasn't a swordsman, he didn't care about such formalities at this moment.

He mobilized the last of his internal energy in his dantian and poured it into his arms, then frantically slashed at the slightly thinner pillar on his left!

when!when!when!

Each cut brought forth large chunks of flesh and black sap.

"I'm so hungry..."

"I'm so hungry..."

Just then, a low, noisy sound, like countless people whispering in your ear, suddenly rang out in the air.

The sounds grew louder and more frequent.

The ground began to rise, and the ceiling began to sag.

That's not a typical building deformation.

From the cracks in the floor, the broken walls, and even the center of the broken pillar, countless tiny black hands suddenly emerged!

They were smaller than the previous ghost hands, but far more numerous, swarming out like an ant colony.

"Hungry……"

"eat……"

The voice was filled with endless greed and resentment, sending chills down one's spine.

"What the hell is this?!" Chen Tieshan slashed down with his sword, only to find that the blade was being held tightly by countless tiny hands, and he couldn't pull it out at all.

"Forget about the knife! Keep smashing!"

Fang Yuan slapped away the group of black hands that were trying to climb onto his thigh, then leaped up again and kicked the already shaky main beam.

Snap!

This time, the sound was crisper and more complete.

The entire main beam snapped in two with a crash!

The roof, now unsupported, creaked under the strain. Huge beams tilted and crashed down, carrying countless tiles and dust.

Rumble—!

The entire Drunken Immortal Pavilion began to collapse.

"No!!!"

The gaunt figure suddenly leaned back, collapsing to the ground, only his mouth still opening and closing...

"Why...why...you...can...ignore..." Even at this moment, it seemed still immersed in the fact that Fang Yuan had ignored its illusion!

But Fang Yuan wouldn't give it an answer!

"Run!" Fang Yuan roared, smashing through the Drunken Immortal Pavilion!

May you achieve your goal of winning the moon palace!

Chen Tieshan didn't hesitate for long and followed closely behind!

As the building tilted, the gaunt figure's body, which was originally connected to the building, seemed to have been severely injured, and countless black wisps of energy emanated from it.

"Hungry! Hungry! Hungry!"

The dense, black hands lost control and became even more frenzied. They no longer targeted Fang Yuan and Chen Tieshan, but began to tear at each other, devour each other, and even gnaw on the emaciated figure's body.

Boom!!!

The moment they rushed out the door, the three-story building behind them collapsed completely.

A huge plume of smoke rose into the sky.

The screams of the emaciated figure, along with countless chilling cries of "Hunger," were all buried beneath the ruins.

The heavy beams and thick brick walls weighed everything down completely.

After landing, Fang Yuan did not stop, but instead rolled Chen Tieshan several times until they rolled more than ten feet away before finally coming to a stop.

"Cough cough cough..."

Chen Tieshan got up from the ground, covered in dust, coughing and brushing the dust off his body.

"Thank goodness... I almost died in there."

He looked back at the ruins with lingering fear.

However, upon seeing this, he froze completely.

"this……"

Fang Yuan shook the dust off his head and followed Chen Tieshan's gaze.

Originally, they thought that after they rushed out, they would return to the wasteland east of Yinyang City and see Nan Nan and Lu Feng anxiously waiting outside.

but……

Nannan wasn't in sight.

There is no road peak.

There is no wasteland.

Even the ruins of the collapsed Drunken Immortal Pavilion changed in that instant.

That wasn't a pile of ruins.

It was a... grave.

A huge, dilapidated mass grave, resembling a small hill.

And the streets around them were not the familiar streets of Hidden Sun City.

"Sure enough, things have changed outside!" Chen Tieshan gasped, but remained relatively calm.

"Who goes there? How dare they trespass into the ghost market?"

A cold, flat voice suddenly rang in their ears.

Fang Yuan and Chen Tieshan were startled and stood back to back, quickly going into a state of alert.

Suddenly, a crowd of people had gathered around them.

No.

That's not a person.

These are a group of... dried corpses dressed in ancient soldier's attire.

Their armor was tattered, and rusty iron plates hung from their withered bodies, making a rattling sound.

What's most eye-catching is that they all have a white cloth band tied around their heads.

That's... a headscarf for mourning clothes.

Beneath those headscarves were faces that were bluish-gray and withered like tree bark.

It has no eyes.

Only two dark, hollow eye sockets stared straight at Fang Yuan and Chen Tieshan.

They held long spears and rusty iron knives, forming an impenetrable encirclement.

……this……

They aren't living people either?!

Where have we arrived?

Chen Tieshan's empty fist trembled slightly.

He looked up and glanced around.

This is a street.

An extremely wide and bustling street.

White lanterns hung on both sides, emitting a dim, eerie light.

Shops lined both sides of the street, and stalls filled the roadside.

There were vendors selling steamed buns, fabrics, and jewelry.

The streets were bustling with people, shoulder to shoulder.

But at that moment, they all turned their heads and looked over.

Empty eye sockets, hollow and dark, staring back.

There was not a sound.

Everyone, or rather, all the strange things, stopped moving.

There were no hawking sounds, no conversations, not even the sound of footsteps.

Everyone, whether they were street vendors or shoppers, was wearing all sorts of funeral clothes.

The whole world was deathly silent, with only the suffocating pressure of countless empty eyes staring at you.

"Quack."

Fang Yuan narrowed his eyes, watching this bizarre scene.

Where is this...?