novelraw Chapter 870 460: After Killing You, Your Core Secret Will Belong to This Young Hero!
Chapter 870 460: After Killing You, Your Core Secret Will Belong to This Young Hero!
The two figures initially plummeted rapidly downwards, suddenly, one placed their left foot over the right, and hair fluttered, both involuntarily slowed down their speed.
In the Snow Mountain region, it was already frigid, and by the middle of the cliff, the temperature was even lower, with numerous ice spikes on the cliff walls.
These ice spikes were extremely sharp, and for Duan Yun and Feng Ling'er, possessing True Qi protective body meant these spikes would be hard to injure them, yet they did not wish to directly confront them.
It's a human instinct: seeing these ice spikes often evokes the imagery of one's body being impaled and hung from them.
Moreover, if the speed was fast enough, it wasn't impossible.
The Red House girl thrown down by Duan Yun earlier, despite her not lacking in strength, ended with her leg pierced by the ice spike, effectively crippling her leg.
Just like the last time they descended, the bottom of the cliff was deathly silent.
Duan Yun and Feng Ling'er continued to fall, feeling a profound sense of isolation, as if they were the only two lives in this dark world.
Once, many people had posed the hypothetical question: if the world was so lonely that only you and a beautiful woman remained, what would you do?
The most common answer was to have sex, while netizens from Chengdu wondered why it couldn't be two men left instead.
Duan Yun didn't know why this question crossed his mind, or perhaps, in a solitary environment, it's easy to have all sorts of forbidden thoughts.
Just like a form of torture called confinement.
This punishment involved locking a person in a place devoid of sunlight, immobilizing their acupoints, sometimes even placing a quilt beneath them so they can't hear a sound, nor feel anything tangible and hard.
After spending some time confined like this, even the toughest individual would submit.
That's the terror of isolation.
But fortunately for them, they were two people; they could still move, they even felt the excitement of adventure.
Duan Yun and Feng Ling'er didn't know how long this descent lasted, until with two soft thuds, they finally reached the bottom of the cliff.
The world at the base of the cliff was dimly lit, even without the cold mist, nothing could be seen.
This place was already a desolate land rarely visited by people.
The bottom of the cliff was mud, which hadn't frozen solid in such a cold world, and was quite strange in its own right.
Duan Yun activated his "Room Pupil Technique," setting a path forward, his glance involuntarily swept over Feng Ling'er's clothing, and inwardly he let out a "Wow" of admiration.
It's said that in Yuzhu Manor, among all the women, aside from Xiatou Ying, they're all capable of making him "wow."
He sometimes even doubted whether practicing Twelve Layers of Spring Rain attracted voluptuous women.
No, Shen Ying is an exception.
"Hey, do you think there's a possibility?"
The extraordinary wisdom in Duan Yun's mind flickered, contemplating a possibility.
At that moment, Feng Ling'er said, "Do you hear something?"
Before reaching the bottom, the howling wind of the cliff sounded like ghostly wails.
Duan Yun frowned slightly, listening carefully, discovering that the wailing sound was mixed with other noises.
How to describe this sound?
It's like in a horror movie when a radio without power suddenly emits voices.
The sound was fuzzy, mixed with static, indistinct, as if someone was pleading for help, or as if a specter was masquerading as a human to lure people in.
Duan Yun said, "Let's check it out."
The two tread through the mud, moving quickly.
By this time, they could distinctly feel the mud becoming softer, and the static-laden wind noise growing more pronounced.
Suddenly, Duan Yun halted.
In this part of the cliff base, echoes of the wind could be heard, mingled with the static, as if there were an eerie radio speaking human words.
A soft "thud."
The sound was faint, but Duan Yun still caught it.
With a flicker, he arrived at a section of the muddy base, stepping down with his foot.
With a "pop," a globular mass of mud flew out, swirling mid-air without falling.
Feng Ling'er initially thought Duan Yun used True Qi to manipulate the mud this way, but she soon realized it wasn't so.
The globular mud was floating there on its own, without falling.
Then with a "pop," Duan Yun broke the mud open, revealing a sphere of electric light spinning out.
At this, the noise got louder.
Turns out this noise was emanating from the mud.
"Is there electricity in this mud?" Feng Ling'er exclaimed.
Duan Yun looked down at the mud underfoot, saying, "We might need to go down."
"Huh?"
Feng Ling'er hadn't yet reacted when Duan Yun pressed her shoulder, sinking further downwards.
The environment darkened.
Breath momentarily suffocated, Feng Ling'er quickly held her breath, practicing breathing control, only to be surprised to discover the world beneath the mud wasn't completely dark.
Beneath the mud, there were several spherical mud masses, some stationary, others spinning, exuding electric light.
The reason this mud wasn't pitch-black was because of the sparking electric light.
What on earth is this place?
Rumbling!
Now, the sound of thunder echoed aloud.
Feng Ling'er felt the tremors beneath her feet, confirming the thunder came from below.
This was likely the ground thunder mentioned by the ginseng digger.
Crackle!
Her body continued to sink further down, along with Duan Yun.
Gradually, she noticed the mud had become not so thick anymore, her body feeling significantly lighter.
Soon after, she sensed the presence of water.
Half mud, half water.
The water emitted a faint glow, not pitch-black, but with the floating mud, everything appeared blurred.
In the next moment, Feng Ling'er shivered.
Because she saw a person.
A series of elongated figures stood in the water, watching her and Duan Yun.
Evidently, Duan Yun too noticed this, and instead of being afraid, he curiously approached one of them.
Upon closer inspection, Feng Ling'er realized they weren't humans, but ginseng.
These ginseng roots were so long and large that at first glance, one would mistake them for humans—tall, skinny people.
"Ginseng spirit!"
This was the first thought that appeared in both Duan Yun and Feng Ling'er's minds.
A ginseng spirit once fled from Qianxue Town, and not even the Great Hero Storytelling Sect's masters could capture it.
Yet in this mud, there were many of these ginseng spirits.
Some had their faces blurred, others had grown human features, appearing especially eerie in such an environment.
Each of these ginseng spirits had red strings wrapped around their necks, from which looked like water-drowned ghosts.
Ziyu, known for writing popular fiction, occasionally infused with a touch of horror.
But even in the mind of such a fiction writer, it would be hard to conceive of such an image.
The scene before them couldn't match the chaos of a ghostly land filled with the laments of myriad spirits, yet it carried a profound terror.
Feng Ling'er had never seen such a sight and struggled to describe it.
However, what Duan Yun was reminded of was a laboratory.
In this kind of mud, in this kind of water, these hanging ginseng made him think of human laboratories from some horror games.
In those laboratories, varied human specimens were used for experiments; some immersed in water, others encased in glass vessels, some hanging, others placed on an operating table—though clearly dead, they had the potential to suddenly awaken, bringing great horror in the games.
And the scene before him bore a stark resemblance.
It truly looked like a dreadful laboratory, with these human-like ginseng as the experimental subjects.
At this moment, the pain seeds within his Sea of Consciousness provoked intense fluctuations once more.
He held Feng Ling'er's hand, continuing to sink downward.
The dimly lit waters, strange swirling mud, those ghost-like ginseng spirits wrapped in red strings, formed a terrifying scene reminiscent of a ghostly land.
Yet at that moment, Feng Ling'er wished to linger a little longer in such an environment.
It wasn't because she was a pervert with an innate penchant for such fearsome places; it was because Duan Yun held her hand.
Always holding it, as if in this world there were only the two of them.
She truly liked this feeling.
Really liked it.