647: A strange scene

Shen Bei stepped forward, and besides the Devilish Qi slowly seeping into the ground beneath his feet, there was nothing else.

But when he reached the steps in front of the black pagoda's first-floor entrance, Shen Bei stopped, turned, and began walking towards the side of the black pagoda.

After circling for a bit, he saw Little Devil Buddha stepping on lotus flowers, walking along the black chains on the edge.

Behind him, Blood Depletion Dao Consort was carried by a Ku Xue Dao Soldier, whose entire body was emitting black Devilish Qi, as he sprinted up the chains.

Seeing the two of them here again, Shen Bei frowned, but felt no surprise.

The people of the Fu Tu Demon Sect must be here because of Burial Sea Secret Lord, but the specifics were unknown.

"My Demon is merciful," Little Devil Buddha chanted a demon's name softly, bowing his head in silence.

"Heh heh..." Blood Depletion Dao Consort sneered, her eyes flashing with malevolence and killing intent. She glanced at Bridal Gown on Shen Bei's back, and said nothing more.

Shen Bei nodded in acknowledgment and continued walking forward, while Little Devil Buddha and Blood Depletion Dao Consort walked directly towards the main entrance of the black pagoda.

By the time Shen Bei had circled the black pagoda once, confirming there was indeed only one entrance, and returned.

Several more people had appeared in front of the gate.

Little Devil Buddha, Blood Depletion Dao Consort, Duan Kong, Sect Leader Ding Dong, and Ding Sanmou.

And there was also a fellow bound by chains, with a Headless Lantern on his head, being led by Ding Sanmou with a chain.

Looking around, Shen Bei nodded to greet the others.

There was no need to say anything about Little Devil Buddha and Blood Depletion Dao Consort; just thinking of their decisive manner earlier, he knew their objective was within this black pagoda.

As for Duan Kong, the gloomy expression on his face was gone, replaced by a strange gleam in his eyes. He looked as if he had been reborn, his spirit and vitality somewhat different.

"Underwear Bro, long time no see. You seem to have gained quite a lot."

"Thanks to you, I've gained a little," Duan Kong smiled faintly, seemingly in a good mood, no longer caring about Shen Bei's address.

Shen Bei nodded, thoughtfully.

He knew very well what this state was; it was the appearance a person would show when they were focused on doing something and were finally nearing its perfect completion.

Shen Bei observed the group; they had all arrived here, their gazes fixed on the main entrance of the black pagoda, all wanting to enter.

This meant they had only obtained clues to the things they most wanted.

All clues pointed here.

Shen Bei looked at the dark, gaping entrance, a sense of vigilance rising in his heart.

Coincidence?

There weren't that many coincidences.

What the two Fu Tu Demon Sect members wanted was unknown, but Little Devil Buddha and Blood Depletion Dao Consort, belonging to two different lineages, practiced vastly different Dao.

What they wanted might not even be the same.

Yet they had come here.

Damn, was Burial Sea Secret Lord Doraemon?

Did his coffin contain everything?

Strictly speaking, wasn't this black pagoda Burial Sea Secret Lord's coffin?

But how could everyone find clues?

Judging by their expressions, these were clearly not ordinary clues, but solid evidence.

Then why hadn't he found any clues?

No...

He had found them long ago.

All he needed was Burial Sea Secret Lord's key.

Looking at the wide-open dark entrance, Shen Bei inexplicably felt it was a giant mouth devouring life, waiting for them to jump in and die.

What the hell...

Aren't these Big Boss afraid of going bald?

Each of them is using their brains so desperately...

Couldn't there be one who, after dying, could just stay dead?

You're dead, why are you still jumping around? You've been jumping for a while, why don't you reanimate?

Zombies aren't unheard of; though not popular, they at least get a second chance.

Digging a pit to trick later weak young people, what kind of skill is that? Where's the prestige of a Sealed Dao Lord?

Shen Bei secretly slandered, standing silently aside, quietly glancing at the others, and continuing to quietly play dead...

Whoever wants to go in first, go ahead. Anyway, I'm definitely not going without someone else testing the waters.

Even if entering means death, I want to be the last to die.

"Everyone, since the pagoda door is open, there's no need to be modest. Our objectives should have no conflict," Little Devil Buddha murmured, taking a big step and entering the first-floor door.

"Heh, men..." Blood Depletion Dao Consort sneered disdainfully, her gaze dropping slightly, glaring at the lower regions of the others.

Duan Kong and the others looked embarrassed...

And Shen Bei sneered.

"What are you looking at? Haven't you seen a handsome guy before?!"

Blood Depletion Dao Consort's chest rose and fell slightly, her brows flared with malevolence, but seeing Bridal Gown, she suppressed her anger.

Why argue with a shameless hedgehog? That's just stupid...

Turning around, Blood Depletion Dao Consort swayed her waist and walked towards the entrance.

Shen Bei secretly sighed; indeed, might makes right.

Since carrying Bridal Gown on his back, he was also considered someone with might, and the atmosphere when interacting with people had become much more harmonious.

See, even a rebellious old woman like Blood Depletion Dao Consort, who loved to contradict people, didn't dare to go against her conscience and say he wasn't handsome after being talked back to.

With someone testing the waters in front, the others naturally entered one after another.

Shen Bei walked at the very end. As he stepped through the entrance, he touched his head...

Everyone who entered here, if still alive, seemed to have been led here, but why did he always feel something was off...

As he stepped into the dark entrance, his vision went black, his body seemed to lose all weight, and his consciousness fell into a standstill.

The moment he felt his feet touch solid ground again, Shen Bei suddenly realized what was wrong.

Since all the living were led here, then what about Yan Jingchang?

Why hadn't Yan Jingchang come?

Earlier, Yan Jingchang said he was beneath the Dao Palace, using the Qi of this place to nourish his Magic Treasure.

But the nine-story black pagoda, resembling Doraemon's pocket, would obviously have even better things to help Yan Jingchang nourish his Magic Treasure.

Why wasn't he led here?

Or was he already dead?

That couldn't be. This guy was in the transitional phase from a newbie just starting out to a seasoned veteran of the Jianghu. His own strength wasn't weak; even Underwear Bro hadn't been killed, so how could he be dead?

Thinking about it now, he always felt something was off.

But he couldn't figure it out for a while.

The surrounding darkness slowly dissipated, vaguely unclear, like in the moonless early morning, with a thin veil over his eyes, only able to see a faint halo, changing in circles.

However, he first smelled a raw wheat fragrance mixed with the scent of green grass, and heard a rustling sound, like the sound of wind blowing through grass, and he could feel hairy ears swaying with the wind, occasionally brushing against his body.

Everything before his eyes slowly became clear, from illusory to real.

All around him was an endless wheat field. As the breeze blew, waves of green rippled, one after another. Unripe wheat was densely packed throughout, and with each gust of wind, the wheat ears swayed, emitting a slightly raw, fresh wheat fragrance.

Shen Bei took a light breath, his brows relaxing considerably. He casually plucked a stalk of wheat, put it in his mouth, and a slightly raw yet sweet taste emerged, permeating his Physical Body.

Shen Bei muttered to himself, looking out, unable to see the edge of this wheat field.