The bed they were lying on faced directly toward the door. This room didn’t use sliding doors, but rather the rarely seen hinged doors that opened and closed.

Beside her, Feiyu was still making some sort of soft, rustling sounds doing who knows what. Given his nature, if he wanted to steal some intimate moments, it seemed he wouldn’t stop at just touching her earlobe.

Tie Ci suddenly said, “Tell me, is there a White Earth God behind this door? If it’s behind the door, then wouldn’t that White Earth God be facing us directly right now?”

The rustling sounds stopped. After a moment, Feiyu’s voice sounded beside her ear, “Ah, such a wonderful atmosphere, and you just have to ruin the mood by bringing this up. What should I do? I’m so scared, come hold me quickly.”

Tie Ci’s heart settled. That familiar tone and choice of words – no one else could imitate it.

“What were you doing just now?”

“Nothing at all.”

“That sound…”

Before she finished speaking, something dripped down, landing right between the two of them.

Both heard the clear “plop” sound right beside their ears.

In that instant, both simultaneously pushed the other away, causing Tie Ci to crash into the inner part of the bed while Feiyu tumbled off the bed entirely.

Once the two separated, absolute silence returned. Tie Ci knelt on one knee on the bed and drew out the jade brush that never left her side. The jade brush extended its slender sharp point, and with a “chi” sound, she stabbed it into the pillow and lifted it up.

By the faint moonlight from the horizon, she saw a pale mark on the pillow.

Both had keen senses of smell and detected the scent of blood.

Both simultaneously looked up, then immediately turned to look outside the room.

They both sensed a faint trembling that was gradually approaching, like a giant silently walking across the earth, each step causing mountains and rivers to undulate and vegetation to bend down.

But strangely, the closer it got, the stronger the trembling should become, yet this wasn’t the case.

The trembling maintained the same frequency throughout, barely noticeable in the quiet night. If not for two people with such advanced martial arts skills, they probably wouldn’t have been able to sense it at all, only feeling that something was wrong.

Tie Ci thought of the ghost legends of Ghost Island.

“Plop.” Another drop.

This time both leaped onto the roof, standing steady on the crossbeams. Sure enough, they saw a square piece between the pointed rafters that at first glance looked like a purlin, but upon closer inspection resembled an extremely narrow coffin.

At this moment, that piece of wood had already been cracked open by those faint tremors, and blood was dripping down from the cracks.

Just then, the door creaked open with a squeak, struck the wall, and bounced back.

After bouncing back, behind the door panel that had been empty before, a pale white silhouette slowly began to emerge.

More blood was about to drip from overhead.

The two avoided it, and Tie Ci suddenly said, “Huh, why did it get colder?”

Indeed, both felt it – the surroundings had suddenly become bone-chillingly cold.

That dripping sound never came. Looking up again, they saw that the drop of blood had somehow frozen in the coffin’s crack, stretching out in a thin, long thread that swayed without any wind.

A coffin overhead with blood dripping from its seams was eerie enough.

But the blood not dripping was even eerier.

Tie Ci thought no wonder Ghost Island was legendary – an ordinary person would be scared to death just by looking up.

Suddenly, the sound of wind arose outside.

An extremely fast, brief sound that whooshed past.

Then Tie Ci suddenly felt hot again.

Then, “plop” – that frozen drop of blood suddenly fell again!

Halfway down, it silently froze solid once more.

Another whoosh, the air heated up, and it melted again.

Tie Ci watched with wide eyes as that ill-fated drop of blood froze and thawed, thawed and froze.

Finally, it still fell with a plop onto the pillow, forming a small puddle of blood.

Feiyu stared at the back of the door, where the white silhouette was becoming clearer and clearer. It had the appearance of a divine statue with a normal human body below, but with three heads. The center head was a furiously angry male countenance, surrounded by swirling white light.

The left head was a woman with a coldly noble and magnificent appearance, with flame markings between her brows, holding a fiery red great bow with flame-shaped reverse blades beside the bow.

The right head was a woman with ordinary features and a pitiful expression, wearing a single snowflake-shaped earring in her left ear. Her palm held a mass of cold mist, within which something was vaguely visible, yet impossible to make out clearly.

Having observed divine statues from various religious sects, Tie Ci had never seen anything like this. It must be some evil god that the islanders worshipped on their own.

At this moment, the coffin overhead began madly dropping blood, pattering down. Sometimes what fell were frozen blood pearls, sometimes large puddles of blood, depending on whether ice or fire held the upper hand.

Those faint tremors never ceased. Tie Ci could sense that whatever was causing them was circling around the house.

Suddenly, there was a crack from overhead, and the coffin plummeted down like lightning. From within the coffin, a hand shot out and lunged fiercely toward Feiyu.

That speed was beyond description – if one wanted to blink, the hand would already be close before the eyelashes could fall.

Though it was only one hand, it seemed to generate thousands of phantom images, blocking all of Feiyu’s escape routes. Feiyu appeared to want to roll away, but for some reason, his entire body suddenly stiffened.

Tie Ci also discovered that she wanted to help but couldn’t move. Her chest felt ice-cold, her back burning hot, and her head seemed surrounded by electrical currents – she could faintly hear crackling sounds from above.

Her situation was even worse than Feiyu’s. The other party was only trying to grab Feiyu, but she could feel killing intent all around her.

That overwhelming pressure – she had only experienced it when facing that mysterious person in the Empress Dowager’s palace, but now her sensation was three times stronger than before.

It pressed down on her so heavily she nearly coughed up blood, let alone rescue Feiyu.

Under the circumstances where she couldn’t move at all, she did only one thing.

She tore open her sleeve pouch and flicked out a handful of banknotes with her fingers.

With a “swish,” banknotes fluttered through the darkness, though they didn’t emit the brilliant glow typical of gold and silver.

The pale golden large hand that was only millimeters from Feiyu’s neck suddenly changed direction, lunging to scoop up several banknotes nearby.

This wasn’t the end – that hand snatched left and right, determined to grab all the scattered banknotes as well.

Seeing this, Feiyu immediately understood and with a “whoosh” also flung out a large pile of things, shouting, “Behold my Sky-Filling Flower Rain of Golden Melon Seeds!”

Now the other party scooped even more frantically.

At the same time, Tie Ci felt the icy pressure on her chest lighten. The burning heat on her back hadn’t decreased, but with only one-third of the oppression remaining, she could move again.

With a “zheng” sound, her jade brush extended, stabbing toward her back. Countless tiny beads shot out from the jade brush’s tail end. When these beads were compressed, they exploded in succession with “bang bang” sounds, dispelling much of the icy intent ahead.

The pressure behind her also loosened, and she took advantage of the momentum to spring out, rolling off the bed with Feiyu who reached out to pull her.

But at this moment, the divine statue on the door was becoming increasingly clear. They couldn’t exit through the door at all, and the windows were extremely small – breaking through the windows wouldn’t be convenient.

With a “bang,” the coffin crashed onto the bed and shattered into pieces. From within, a person slowly sat up, left hand clutching a stack of banknotes, right hand holding a pile of melon seeds.

Tie Ci and Feiyu exchanged glances, horrified.

There weren’t any scattered banknotes or melon seeds on the floor or bed. In that instant just now, all the banknotes and melon seeds the two had scattered wildly had been completely gathered into that person’s palms.

It sounded simple, but given their arm strength, the things they had deliberately scattered should have been enough to cover the entire house.

Especially the melon seeds – each one so tiny.

Yet neither of them had clearly seen how this person had collected them all.

The room had no lamps, and the moonlight was faint. They could only vaguely make out that the person seemed quite tall, but had rather soft facial features and body lines, with a somewhat scholarly air. His movements, however, appeared agitated and neurotic. One hand spasmodically grasped at the air several times, and with each grasp, crackling explosive sounds arose in the air, and countless crisscrossing cracks appeared in the green brick floor with sharp “crack” sounds.

His eyesight seemed poor. He held up the banknotes and examined them against the moonlight for a long while, then made a satisfied “hmm” sound and tucked them into his chest. Then he looked at the golden melon seeds in his right hand, frowned, and put them in his mouth to bite. “Crunch.”

Tie Ci suddenly shoved Feiyu, and both rolled into a corner.

The next instant, that person furiously clawed at where Feiyu had just been standing, and the green bricks exploded into powder.

The sight made even Feiyu pause in shock.

Unexpectedly supreme martial arts.

Tie Ci was so angry she wanted to grab this guy and shake him. “Why did you use fake melon seeds!”

“What fake melon seeds?” Feiyu said aggrievedly. “These are real melon seeds. Dengzhou’s Yao Ji Roasted Goods, number one quality. I specially bought them to please you, but hadn’t had a chance to give them yet. A whole bag of them.”

Please your sister.

Wanting money over life.

“Do you have more banknotes? Silver coins would be better,” Feiyu said. “Throw them far away to lure him over, then we’ll quickly leave.”

Tie Ci sighed. “I originally thought your concussion had healed, but it turns out you’ve been knocked silly.”

“What…”

Before Feiyu finished speaking, he suddenly pressed down on Tie Ci’s head, and Tie Ci very cooperatively ducked down with him.

“Whoosh” – cold wind swept over their backs like ice swords scraping and splitting bone. The next instant, an ice axe embedded itself in the wall ahead with a “cha” sound.

It chopped up a piece of elegantly colored blue tie-dyed fabric hanging on the wall.

Then it shattered into countless ice crystals that fell to the ground.

Someone behind them let out an “aiya” and said softly, “Oh no, I accidentally broke elder sister’s most beloved tie-dyed piece. What should I do? I… I didn’t mean to.”

That voice was extremely tender and gentle, somewhat timid and careful. Just hearing it, one would feel this must be a tearful, pitiful young maiden, very endearing indeed.

The two turned around.

They saw a expanse of snow white.