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The disciple kneeling on the ground had a livid expression. Seventh Martial Uncle still hadn't descended from the tree. If this continued, it wouldn't be so easy to descend.

Thinking of Seventh Uncle, Tian Yuan immediately brought Zhong Wentao over. He also wanted to test if the person who injured Seventh Uncle was Zhong Wentao, and if so, he would immediately kill that person.

More than ten minutes later, Zhong Wentao finally saw who the Seventh Martial Uncle was and he was extremely shocked. The person on the tree was the strange old man who had grabbed the white crystal that he hadn't been able to find for a long time, and yet he discovered him so easily.

He had thought that this person was nothing special, but now it seemed that he was just a foolish old child.

"Seventh Brother, stop messing around. Do you recognize this person? Did he hit you?"

Tian Yuan pointed at Zhong Wentao and asked with a teasing tone.

"Hey, what do you mean by that? Don't accuse me wrongly!"

Zhong Wentao feigned dissatisfaction, and looked at the old man guiltily, afraid that the strange old man would spout nonsense.

"Hee hee, hee hee hee …"

Who would have thought that the old man would only smirk and not reply?

Tian Yuan touched his forehead and knew that he couldn't treat it the same way.

"All of you, quickly climb up the tree and bring the person down. You're actually making him stay up there? Are you all idiots?"

Second Martial Uncle walked over from afar and shouted loudly. The disciples quickly took action and frantically pulled the old man down from the tree.

Zhong Wentao's heart was hanging at his throat, afraid that the white crystal would fall from the old man's body.

Fortunately, what he was worried about did not happen. He remembered the direction in which the disciples sent the old man off, and planned to look for him again in the evening. He took the white crystal and left this place.

"This is our best room, it's our former senior brother …" A person surnamed Shi used to live in a place like this, but he's already gone away. This place is now empty. You can live here … "

The disciple who brought Zhong Wentao to look around introduced the room situation in an awkward manner. He almost said everything about Tian Qi's previous room, but Zhong Wentao still understood what he meant.

He nodded and looked around to express his satisfaction.

Since it was Tian Qi's room, and it seemed like it was arranged by Tian Yuan, in order to test his reaction, it could be considered a painstaking effort.

After all, this place was not five hundred years ago, and killing used to be done based on one's ability, but now they had to worry about the so-called laws. If this was the true headquarters of the Vastheaven Sect, Tian Yuan would not be so restrained.

"Thank you, I'm very satisfied here."

As Zhong Wentao said this, he sent the young disciple away and walked around Tian Qi's original room by himself. He had to admit that this place was really a good place.

Zhong Wentao curiously looked at the huge round porcelain jar that was next to the bed. It looked like the inside of the jar, but in the end, he could actually see the face of a ghost.

"AHH!"

With a miserable scream, Zhong Wentao fell to the ground and made a large sound. The disciples who were watching him heard the sound and immediately knocked on the door to ask what had happened.

"It's nothing, I just saw a mouse …"

Zhong Wentao spoke with great difficulty, feeling pain in his elbow.

He had interacted with wandering souls for 500 years, yet he was actually frightened by them. Just thinking about it made him feel ashamed … The wandering soul must have been hiding in a porcelain jar to lure him into it.

When there were no longer any sounds outside, Zhong Wentao peeked inside the jar once again. His terrifying face was still there, but it was no longer as frightening as it was when he first looked at it.

"Who are you?"

asked directly, he had already gotten used to seeing ghosts anytime and anywhere. After entering the Nascent Soul Stage, even though his vitality had risen to a higher level, but he was still as unstable as a newborn baby. There was no way to control when the Sky Eye was open and closed, so it was normal for him to see ghosts.

"Help me."

The wandering soul asked, his eyes unexpectedly revealing a trace of … Poor?

"This is crazy!"

Zhong Wentao was knocked three steps back, his expression extremely ugly.

He was a human, he was already a human. Since this ghost was already dead, what else could he do to help?

If I don't go reincarnate and stay here to bother him, then he'll be full of trouble himself, alright?

"Help me …"

As the wandering soul spoke, it flowed out from the porcelain vat, spreading out on the ground like a piece of cake. It was extremely disgusting.

Zhong Wentao could only retreat, he did not want to get into trouble.

Leaning against the door, he was also thinking about how he had managed to provoke these ghosts.

Although he could enter and leave the room, the wandering souls couldn't find him with such a purpose. How could something like this suddenly happen?

"It must be the white crystal!"

Zhong Wentao declared: "That stinking brat Cheng Yang!"

It was all because of him!

He blew on his own thigh. Silently, anger rose in the room as the wandering souls slowly retreated, not daring to anger the person in front of them.

However, the moment Zhong Wentao appeared, he felt that Zhong Wentao was someone who could help him, which was why he came out to seek help. Zhong Wentao could also see it, which proved that it was the right choice, and this person who could draw the spirit should be able to help him.

"I'm not a Soul Lover, I'm just a human!"

Zhong Wentao said coldly, seeing through the wandering soul's intentions. If he succeeded in summoning it, he would summon the person from last time, and his hand was still injured, reminding him not to be found by the messengers. Otherwise, he would be sent to his reincarnation.

He didn't have the ability to help others, and he couldn't even protect himself.

"I wanted to go into reincarnation, but I've been begging for a long time. I'm begging you, please send me into reincarnation. I'm begging you!"

In a few more days, he might become an evil spirit and be unable to reincarnate.

Zhong Wentao raised his hand and scratched his head, he then waved his hand, and the wandering soul immediately disappeared without a trace and was sent to the night room.

He couldn't even find a room, what kind of wandering soul was he?

In the entire afternoon, Zhong Wentao did nothing but lie on the bed. He had already done this more than twenty times by waving his hands to send off the wandering souls.

He didn't know why, but there were a lot of wandering souls here. Every single one of them came out of a porcelain vat and pitifully repeated the actions of a wandering soul for him to lead the way.

He was almost bored to death by these ghosts. He wanted to close his eyes to rest, but after he did, the wandering souls he saw became even clearer.

This almost made him faint. He was not happy at all about entering the Nascent Soul stage.

"Zhong Wentao."

Third Uncle's voice sounded. Zhong Wentao turned his head and looked at Third Uncle who was standing in the middle of the room.

"Can you come out during the day?"

When he asked this question seriously, he had thought that his Third Uncle would be turned into ashes by the sunlight.

"What do you want?"

Third Uncle asked coldly. His body was filled with Yin Qi, not inferior to the sunlight outside.

Zhong Wentao only felt a bone-piercing chill in that instant. Third Uncle had intentionally let the yin energy enter his body.

He quickly hid in the bed, knowing that Third Uncle was very dissatisfied with him repeatedly sending the wandering souls to the night room. The night room was already full of souls, and if he sent so many of them over, it would definitely cause Third Uncle to be dissatisfied, but not to such an extent.

Ye Zichen smiled ingratiatingly. He still needed Third Uncle's help, and falling out wouldn't benefit him at all.

"These wandering souls have come to find me, there's nothing I can do."

Zhong Wentao was helpless, he asked for help from Third Uncle.

"Close your Sky Eye, so you won't be able to see them."

Zhong Wentao's face became even uglier. If it could be switched off, how could he be tormented to such an extent?

He had experienced this before, and it took him a few months to get over it. This body wasn't even a tenth of his original body, so it might take a few years to get over it. When the time came, how would he survive with so many wandering souls following behind him?

There was no need for revenge, the wandering souls would completely entangle him.

"Hmph."

Third Uncle coldly snorted and continued, "You are not allowed to send any wandering souls to the Night Room. If they can't find the Night Room, that is their fate. If you go against fate and change your fate, you will be destroyed."

"Of course I know …"

Zhong Wentao was helpless, he just did not want to send them to the Night Room, and wanted to destroy them. He was a doctor who saved people, how could he not have mercy?

They all know about your existence now. If you continue to be a Buddha who rescued and saved lives, you will go to hell, and at that time, you won't be able to be solved by the five hundred years of loneliness. The most painful things that happen to you in your life will appear before your eyes every day, making you suffer like that every day.

With that, Third Uncle completely disappeared. This was his last word of advice to Zhong Wentao.

"They?"

Who are they?

Unable to understand this question, he quickly got down from the bed and ordered a large portion of the dishes from the disciples outside.

Since he could not close his Heaven's Eyes, he could only prevent the wandering souls from getting close to him. Duck's blood was the only thing that could be used, and it would not attract the suspicion of the people from Vastheaven Sect.

The Vastheaven Sect's chef was not bad, she cooked a huge pot of fragrant food and served it to Zhong Wentao, it was a pity that Zhong Wentao was not in the mood to eat more.

Pick the duck blood out and grind it in a bowl. Sprinkle it in every corner of the room.

Although it was cooked, it still had the effect of repelling evil.

There were indeed a lot less wandering souls in the room after the duck blood had been spilled.

Only then did Zhong Wentao feel hungry. He ate the rest of the side dishes in the big bowl, then laid back down on the bed, waiting for nightfall.

"Did he do anything special?"

In the room, Tian Yuan asked coldly. He had arranged for Zhong Wentao to enter Tian Qi's room in order to test him out.

If he killed someone, they would more or less feel a little guilty, and they would be able to sense him, but Zhong Wentao had been resting in his room without leaving, and had instead ordered a meal which felt as comfortable as if he was at home. They never would have thought that the person who slept in the room before was already dead.

Was it an act, or was it real?