Chapter 1321

Zhang Shan and Qiao Jiajin studied the bare door frame for a while, but after finding no passage, Zhang Shan went off on his own to examine other things in the room.

Meanwhile, Qiao Jiajin kept staring at the door frame. He reached out to slowly close it, then suddenly opened it again.

He repeated the same action five or six times, which puzzled Zhang Shan from across the room.

"Tattooed boy, what are you up to?"

Qiao Jiajin closed the door once more:"Big guy, I feel like it might have something to do with how the door is opened, right?"

"What do you think?" Zhang Shan shook his head and asked.

"I've tried several different ways," Qiao Jiajin said. "But the other side is still just a wall."

"Aren't you stating the obvious?" Zhang Shan looked at Qiao Jiajin. "Qing Long didn't do anything special when he opened the door earlier."

"You're right," Qiao Jiajin nodded, then closed the door again. "If it's not about how it's opened, then it must be related to the timing. I'll keep it closed longer."

"I really can't deal with you..."

Before Zhang Shan could finish speaking, a shadowy figure flashed in front of him, followed by a rush of wind.

"Big guy! Watch out!"

Zhang Shan instinctively reached out to block, but his hands and feet felt unresponsive, as if they were encased in cement, moving stiffly.

In the next second, a powerful palm strike hit the side of his neck. Zhang Shan spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying. Qiao Jiajin, though not knocked away, also had a mouthful of blood in his mouth.

Qiao Jiajin struggled to lift his head to stay conscious and suddenly saw Qing Long's smiling face in front of him.

Without waiting for Qing Long to attack, Qiao Jiajin leaped up and attempted a flying knee strike. But Qing Long vanished from sight and reappeared behind him, landing a heavy punch to Qiao Jiajin's side.

Qiao Jiajin tried to twist his body in mid-air, but his imagined movements didn't match what he actually did—he ended up punching at empty air in front of him.

"Duo Xin Po..."

With no other option, Qiao Jiajin took the full force of Qing Long's strike, and Zhang Shan let out a groan from the ground.

In just a few seconds, both were knocked down by Qing Long. They struggled to their feet and looked at him, only to find his condition even stranger than before.

His hair was disheveled, his body covered in blood, and the wounds on his forehead and arms hadn't healed. His eyes were bloodshot, and his expression was even more manic.

"Now that there's no interference..." Qing Long laughed wildly, "you two really didn't take me seriously at all..."

The two wobbled to their feet, ready to regroup, but Qing Long flashed in front of Zhang Shan again.

Zhang Shan thought another surprise attack was coming and quickly raised his hands to protect his chest. Instead, Qing Long lifted his hand toward Zhang Shan's forehead. In the next moment, a ball of golden light emerged from between Zhang Shan's eyebrows and floated into Qing Long's hand. Zhang Shan's head drooped, and his eyes gradually lost focus.

"Your sanity... I'll take care of it for you," Qing Long said with a smile. "You mere mortals..."

Seeing this, Qiao Jiajin rushed forward to help Zhang Shan, but Qing Long appeared in front of him.

"And yours too."

Qiao Jiajin stared wide-eyed as a ball of golden light flew out from his brow.

...

More and more people in the corridor were touched on the forehead by invisible threads, then slowly stopped moving.

After all, only a few could sense the threads' presence, and in this inescapable "train" carriage, even knowing where they were made it impossible to dodge them completely.

Even in the vast "Zhong Yan Zhi Di," a "Tian Ji Shi Ke" could kill countless people, so this cramped "train" space was no different.

Di Hou and Di Ji peered through the door crack, trying to observe what was happening outside, as their curiosity was overwhelming.

It seemed that from some point, the outside had grown eerily quiet, as if the "rebellion" had ended.

"Damn... do you see that?" Di Hou pointed to Tong Yi and the others standing motionless in the distance. "They look like they're possessed..."

"What's going on?" Di Ji asked in confusion. "Are they controlled by 'Xian Fa'?"

Di Hou paused at the question, then narrowed his eyes, a sharp glint flashing in them.

He intended to use "Ling Shi" to see what kind of "Xian Fa" had affected these "participants," but one glance nearly scared his soul out of him.

The entire carriage was filled with glowing, transparent strands of hair, writhing like snakes in the air.

"This is freaking..." Di Hou said with a trembling voice, "Tian Ji Shi Ke?!"

"What 'Tian Ji Shi Ke'?" Di Ji asked.

Before Di Hou could figure out whose "Tian Ji Shi Ke" it was, he saw the strands suddenly change direction and rush toward a "Di Ji" in the corridor.

One strand shot straight to the person's forehead without them noticing, and the "Di Ji" stood still, head drooping like a powered-down doll.

"Damn!!" Di Hou shouted. "This isn't just 'Tian Ji Shi Ke'... it's killing even 'Sheng Xiao'..."

"What's happening?" Di Ji asked.

"Di Ji! Outside, it's all..."

Before he could finish, several strands seemed to notice the room where Di Hou and Di Ji were, twisting toward them like eagles spotting prey, then shooting forward.

Di Hou had no time to speak and quickly tackled Di Ji to the side. The door was forcefully slammed open by something.

The two rolled in different directions on the ground, now entangled with more of the strands that had been on Tian Hou and Tian Ji earlier.

Di Hou didn't have time to worry about the disgusting things on him and quickly looked up at the air. Those transparent strands were indeed following them. Whose "Tian Ji Shi Ke" was this... didn't they know "Sheng Xiao" were on their side when they released "Xun Zong"?

The strands turned toward where Di Ji was and adjusted their attack positions.

"Di Ji! Dodge quickly!!" Di Hou knew he couldn't reach her in time and could only shout.

But Di Ji, lying on the ground, looked completely baffled.

Dodge... what? And where?

She couldn't see any strands at all and just symbolically tilted her head, but instantly felt something hit her brow. Her mind went blank, and her eyes lost focus.

"Damn it!!!" Di Hou cursed angrily, his face full of fury, but he had no idea how to deal with these things. Seizing the moment while they were after Di Ji, he maneuvered around the strands and ran out of the room into the corridor.

The scene in the corridor made his back run cold—countless strands thrashed in the air, locking onto both "Sheng Xiao" and "participants."