Chapter 2703 The Mad City Lord's Love-Hate Relationship 25

The forbidden pavilion of the Ghost Altar was filled with a chilling and resentful aura, and even though Jin Chen and his companions had considerable cultivation, they still felt a bone-chilling cold.

Compared to Jin Chen's previous hurried comings and goings, this time, looking deeper, he discovered that the interior of the pavilion was much deeper than it appeared from the outside.

Looking around, there were countless jars of different sizes, densely packed together, and a nauseating, complex odor permeated the air.

If it were truly like the Azure Altar, each altar would be an independent prison, and exploring them one by one would be a huge undertaking. Therefore, Jin Chen was even somewhat pleased to see Fu Lingjing and the other two shamelessly insist on following along.

Some dangers always need to be explored by someone.

The eight people traveled together, yet each had their own strange atmosphere.

Only Fu Lingjing's gaze towards the many jars was not one of wariness, but rather one of covetousness and determination.

He had heard that the more terrifying the ghosts imprisoned here, the larger the jar, and even Yin Chaosheng had to give way. If he could tame one or two with the help of the immortals, not to mention Yin Chaosheng, he could destroy the entire ghost city without a problem.

Fu Lingjing was thrilled. Seeing that Jin Chen and the others' attention was drawn to an inconspicuous jar deep inside, he was secretly delighted.

He quietly broke away from the group and strode quickly toward the largest black and gold jar in the center of the attic!

"boom!"

"Ouch!"

Fu Lingjing suddenly screamed. Caught off guard, he was kicked forward and fell forward. Fortunately, Zhao Tian caught him in time, preventing him from falling flat on his face. He turned around sharply, his eyes blazing with anger, staring intently at the lazy-looking Jin Chen.

"Jin Chen! What are you doing!"

Jin Chen slowly withdrew his foot, crossed his arms, and looked at him with a leisurely air, but his eyes were cold. "You didn't listen to a single word of the instructions my city lord gave me before entering the gate."

Before entering the attic, Yin Chaosheng repeatedly warned them not to touch the large jar in the center, or their souls would be scattered.

Fu Lingjing was kicked in the butt in public and then lectured by him. He was so angry that his face turned ashen. He was filled with shame and indignation and could no longer pretend. He gritted his teeth and growled, "Jin Chen! Don't be too smug!"

"Do you really think that having a somewhat ambiguous relationship with Yin Chaosheng gives you the right to do whatever you want in Ghost City? He is, after all, a vengeful ghost! An evil spirit! Once this matter is settled, the Imperial Advisor will surely gather forces to destroy Ghost City. At that time, do you really intend to make an enemy of the entire human world for the sake of this ghost and let him go?"

Jin Chen looked down at Fu Lingjing, who had fallen to the ground, and stepped on his trembling ankle, applying slight pressure.

"what!"

Fu Lingjing struggled in vain and cried out in pain again.

Jin Chen's voice was calm, but he couldn't hide the murderous intent within it, "You dare to touch him and see what happens..."

Jin Chen paused, then suddenly chuckled, "Oh, I forgot, you can't beat him, you can't even get close."

Before he finished speaking, Jin Chen had already withdrawn his foot, lazily straightened up, and turned to walk towards the depths of the pavilion. Chu Jiushan and the other three immediately followed. When they passed by Fu Lingjing, Chu Jiushan deliberately made a face, which made Fu Lingjing so angry that he almost vomited blood.

Fu Lingjing stood frozen in place, his face ashen, humiliation and rage churning within him.

Zhao Tian and Zhao Di tried to persuade him in a low voice, but they could not quell his overwhelming hatred.

The light grew dimmer and dimmer in the depths of the attic, and the heavy, gloomy atmosphere made it hard to breathe.

The number of jars here has decreased significantly, but each one exudes a chilling aura. When Zang Huai'an's ancestral compass approached a jar that was only a foot tall and firmly sealed by strange black talismans, it suddenly began to vibrate.

"This is it." Zang Huai'an said solemnly, "The resentment in this altar far surpasses that of the others, and this talisman..."

Blackwing leaned closer to examine the black runes, his dark face revealing an unprecedented look of horror, his voice trembling.

"Brother Jin! This...this is the Nightmare Curse! It's a forbidden spell recorded in ancient books, a spell that has been lost for hundreds of years!"

Jin Chen's gaze fell on the dark jar, and upon hearing this, he raised an eyebrow. "Hmm? What is this for?"

Blackwing took a deep breath and explained, "According to the forbidden book, this spell is specifically used to suppress terrifying ghosts that feed on the nightmares of living beings and can infiltrate dreams to devour souls, but this talisman..."

He paused, his tone growing heavier, "The combination of runes on this is far more complex and ancient than what is recorded on the fragments of the forbidden book. Legend has it that this complete Nightmare Curse is used to imprison those... extremely evil ghosts who once broke into the underworld, stole treasures from the netherworld, and then escaped!"

As soon as Hei Yi finished speaking, Chu Jiushan next to him widened his eyes and exclaimed, "Wow! Brother Hei Yi! I didn't know you, with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, would secretly read forbidden books!"

Jin Chen chimed in, "What are you standing there for? This is a rare treasure that has been lost for hundreds of years. Hurry up and write it down."

Black Wing: “…”

He almost couldn't catch his breath.

What time is it?! Is that even the point?!

But being interrupted by Jin Chen and Chu Jiushan, the heavy fear in his heart inexplicably dissipated a lot. He was both amused and exasperated, and actually squatted down to carefully study the strange runes, trying his best to memorize them.

Zang Huai'an shook his head helplessly and reminded him, "This altar is so small, yet it requires such a lost forbidden talisman to suppress it, which shows how ferocious the evil spirit is."

After pondering for a moment, Liu Shuoyue suggested, "Since this altar is special and the resentment is related to nightmares, it may be the key to uncovering the secrets of the Ghost Altar. Why don't we start our investigation from this altar?"

The group exchanged glances and nodded.

Jin Chen stepped forward, gathering spiritual energy at his fingertips and pointing it at the talisman at the mouth of the altar. Several black talismans glowed slightly and quickly turned into ashes.

hum-

The moment the jar was opened, thick, inky black mist surged out, and everyone was sucked in.

Before long, a crimson figure appeared at the entrance to the attic.

Yin Chaosheng walked in slowly, his long robe trailing on the ground fluttering in the cold wind, landing directly on the ever-swirling black nightmare vortex.