86: Three hundred and twelve mouths! Thousands of years of resentment!

"Who?"

"Who's there?!"

Wu Tian was startled, and the fat man and Zhang Meng behind him also shivered violently!

In this underground space, besides the three of them... there were actually other people's voices?

..."Cough cough..."

The old coughing sound rang out again, and then... under the gaze of Wu Tian and the other two, an Old Woman, ancient and hunched, dressed in ancient Qin Dynasty clothing, slowly appeared on the torture rack in front of them, her body stained with blood... her face pale, her breath faint!

Her entire body carried a heavy resentment!

At this moment, her limbs were all firmly nailed to the torture rack by huge black bronze nails, and she was coughing violently!

"Cough cough cough!"

"Young ones... don't be afraid..."

"It is fate that you can see me!"

"Heh heh..."

"I heard you just say that you wouldn't spare these sorcerers?"

"These... these sorcerers deserve to die?"

It seemed to be due to her soul gradually solidifying.

The Old Woman's voice went from intermittent to gradually coherent, and she even tugged at the corner of her mouth, revealing a kind smile to everyone!

However... this kind smile was a bit terrifying, scaring the fat man so much that he almost peed his pants again!

"..."

"I said it."

Wu Tian nodded.

Then he frowned and asked in confusion.

"You are..."

"Me?"

The Old Woman tilted her head, a thoughtful expression appearing on her pale face.

After a long while, the Old Woman continued.

"I am me, and also the fusion of other deceased people from the past thousand years. Our resentment has merged together, entangled endlessly!"

"We are inseparable!"

"However..."

The Old Woman sighed softly.

"As the one who dominates this soul body, I should be the first person imprisoned here."

"..."

"Was it all done by those sorcerers?"

Wu Tian frowned.

"To use your resentment to suppress the Dragon Vein?"

"Dragon Vein?!"

The Old Woman was startled.

Then she said with some confusion.

"They were indeed absorbing something from our bodies, it should... be resentment!"

"But... whether it was to suppress the Dragon Vein, I don't know. The Dragon Vein you mentioned?"

"Could it be the Dragon Vein of Great Qin?"

"Yes!"

Wu Tian nodded.

He explained the whole story to the Old Woman.

"When these sorcerers fled into the Peach Blossom Garden, they stole the Dragon Vein of Great Qin, imprisoned you, tormented you, all to obtain the power of the Dragon Vein!"

"Including those who came later..."

"Also!"

"..."

The Old Woman fell silent.

Then she gave a tragic smile!

"Haha..."

"I wondered why these sorcerers would willingly stay in our secluded place; it turns out they stole the Dragon Vein!"

"They said they would help us achieve eternal life?"

"It turns out it was still for their selfish desires!"

"Hate!"

The Old Woman's emotions fluctuated violently, and the malevolent and resentful energy on her body surged wildly, condensing into black resentful energy!

It swirled rapidly around her!

The entire underground space... trembled slightly!

"I hate it!"

"I hate why I so easily believed these heartless people. Our Peach Blossom Village... three hundred and twelve lives!"

Blood tears flowed from the Old Woman's eyes!

"Every single one of them was turned into this ghostly appearance of mine, two thousand years..."

"A full two thousand years!"

"We have all been imprisoned in this cursed place!"

"I hate it!"

"I wish I could tear their bones apart, eat their flesh raw, rip their souls to shreds, I hate..."

"..."

"Gr... Grandma!"

Although afraid, the fat man's eyes held more pity and sadness. While Wu Tian and Zhang Meng were still somewhat stunned.

The fat man took a few steps forward.

He stood in front of the Old Woman and said sincerely.

"I know your heart is filled with hatred, but now we're here, aren't we, heh heh..."

The fat man nervously tugged at his mouth.

"You tell us a way."

"We'll release you and the Villagers!"

"..."

"Hmm?!"

The Old Woman suddenly lowered her head, her blood-red eyes staring intently at the fat man, her hunched body remaining motionless in a downward gaze.

Whoosh... a few drops of cold sweat slid down the fat man's temples.

He opened his mouth, his throat dry.

A wave of fear welled up in his heart... "Fatty, you..."

Just as Wu Tian was hesitating whether to go forward and pull the fat man back, the Old Woman's body suddenly trembled slightly, and then the red in her eyes slowly dissipated, returning to clarity.

She straightened her body.

The Old Woman sighed bitterly.

"Alas..."

"The resentment is too strong, I'm gradually losing control of 'myself', little fatty..."

"I can see sincerity in your eyes."

"But..."

The Old Woman shook her head.

"You alone cannot save us!"

"Although I don't know how you managed to break into this place, and even make it here to see me, but..."

"You are just normal people, you cannot save us, nor can you fight against those sorcerers."

"You should go back to where you came from!"

"Your kindness..."

The Old Woman took a deep breath, looking at Wu Tian and the other two with disappointment.

"I appreciate it!"

"Normal people?"

Wu Tian was stunned when he heard the Old Woman say these three words, then he scratched his chin and walked up to the Old Woman.

"Old Woman, look at me..."

"Am I a normal person?"

Boom!

A soft sound!

A faint purple, eerie flame appeared on Wu Tian's right hand's two fingers!

"This?"

The Old Woman's eyes lit up!

"This is 'Art'?"

"Art?"

Wu Tian frowned, then nodded.

"In the Qin Dynasty, that should have been the term. Now we call it Daoist Art, representing all orthodox magic in the world!"

"Good!"

"Good, good, good!"

The Old Woman immediately exclaimed "Good!" four times in a row!

The first sound was the Old Woman's voice, but the next three sounds changed to several different voices: a middle-aged man, an elderly person, a young woman!

"Hahaha!"

"It is fate!"

The Old Woman burst into laughter.

Immediately, she struggled violently on the torture rack!

"Clang!"

"Clang clang clang!"

The four bronze steel nails that had firmly pinned her limbs instantly flew off, and the Old Woman's body left the torture rack, floating in the air!

Behind her... hundreds of red threads were densely embedded in her back!

Deep within the red threads, they connected to the black stone wall behind the torture rack, leading to an unknown destination... "Come!"

"Use your Daoist Art to burn these threads!"

"As long as they are burned, 'we' will regain freedom!"

"Then you won't need to act..."

"We can kill them!"

The Old Woman's eyes flickered with excited red light as she gestured to Wu Tian, who was not far away.

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