In truth, no one knew what sort of oil poured on the fire the return of the Hundred Nether Sword today would be, and how it would completely detonate the situation.

Between Qin Yu’s eyebrows, the image of a black sword appeared in the blood bead, making the red several degrees darker. Then, this blackness was like ink that slowly spread out.

It turned into a black hole the size of a palm, a connection leading to somewhere unknown. A cold yin aura flowed out, and one could faintly hear the howling of wind and the cries of the dead.

At the edge of the capital city in the small courtyard, Meng Li’s little lover Xiao Qing was cleaning herself down. Indeed, this place was as haunted as the rumors said; she absolutely could not live here any longer. Once her master returned, she would beg him to hurry and switch to a different dwelling.

Just as she was imagining what sort of methods she should use to persuade Meng Li and how great her future dwelling would be, she suddenly fell to the ground before the smile could appear on her face. Deep choking sounds came from her throat as if someone was gripping it, and breathing became extremely difficult.

Kacha –

Kacha –

A surface layer of ice appeared in the bucket of hot water she had been using to clean herself, and began to condense at an alarming rate. In the courtyard, within the deep well, the icy cold water started to tumble about...