"Why is this wind so cold? It's giving me the creeps." He muttered under his breath, a trace of imperceptible fear in his voice as his previously triumphant expression instantly vanished by more than half.
Suddenly, an ethereal sound of weeping drifted into his ears. It seemed to come from the deepest depths of the nether hell, carrying endless grievance and agony, like sharp knives stabbing fiercely into his heart. At first, the sound was so faint as to be almost imperceptible, but as time passed, it grew clearer and clearer, as if countless wronged souls were weeping softly in his ear about their tragic fates. A-Hui's face instantly turned ashen, completely devoid of color, and his lips trembled slightly. Subconsciously, he gripped the magic treasure in his hand tighter, as if it were his only straw to clutch at, and said with a trembling voice, "Who... who is there? Stop playing God and acting like a ghost! If you've got the guts, come out and fight me for three hundred rounds!" He tried to use a tough tone to mask the terror within his heart, but a tremor still betrayed him.
However, the only response he received was that increasingly clear weeping, sounding like countless wronged souls accusing him of his crimes in his ear. A-Hui's heartbeat accelerated wildly, like the rapid beating of a battle drum, echoing "thump, thump" in his ears. His legs began to shake uncontrollably, his knees knocking against each other as if they might give out under his body at any moment. …
Chapter 90