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Behind him was a pitch-black deck that was empty.

“Husband, what’s wrong?”

Leng Rushuang held Jian Wushuang’s hand and asked in confusion.

Jian Wushuang did not reply, but frowned.

Just now, he heard a strange low laugh behind his ear.

But when he turned around, he saw nothing.

“Shuang’er, did you hear the laughter just now?” Jian Wushuang took a deep breath and asked Leng Rushuang.

“Ah? Laughter?” Leng Rushuang was stunned. She shook her head and said, “I didn’t. Husband, have you been too tense recently?”

“Is that so?” Jian Wushuang frowned and immediately looked around, but he did not find anything unusual.

Could it be that he had heard wrongly?

“It’s possible.”

Jian Wushuang laughed bitterly and sighed.

He had been under too much pressure recently.

“Alright, let’s go into the cabin. I’m afraid this passage is a bit strange.” Jian Wushuang suggested after some thought.

“Okay.” Leng Rushuang nodded.

Giggle! Giggle giggle.

Jian Wushuang held Leng Rushuang’s hand and was about to turn around and walk to the cabin.

The eerie and strange laughter rang in Jian Wushuang’s ears again, like the murmurs of the demon ghost!

This time, Jian Wushuang heard it clearly!

“Stop messing with me!”

Jian Wushuang’s eyes turned cold. With his current super perception, he might have misheard once because he was too tense, but it was impossible for him to mishear a second time!

The next moment!

Countless Blood Qi surged and gathered in Jian Wushuang’s eyes.

In an instant, the divine light in Jian Wushuang’s eyes brightened by three inches and a purple ‘Chuan’ character appeared between his eyebrows, which was like a dancing flame.

He was expressionless as he swept his gaze across the room.

However, the result disappointed him.

He still did not see anything.

Seeing this, Jian Wushuang’s face gradually became serious. He held Leng Rushuang’s hand with his left hand and quietly held the hilt of the Tarot Divine Sword with his right.

Feeling the warmth from the hilt of the Tarot Divine Sword, Jian Wushuang felt slightly relieved.

He was staring straight ahead and did not notice.

In the darkness behind him, a pair of wrinkled and shriveled hands reached out silently and patted his shoulders with trembling hands.

“Hiss!”

Instantly, Jian Wushuang’s eyes narrowed and he turned around.

Behind him, the pale-faced ‘Leng Rushuang’ was looking at him with a strange smile.

“Shuang er?”

Jian Wushuang raised his eyebrows. Wasn’t Leng Rushuang beside him?

“Something’s wrong!”

Jian Wushuang turned his head and saw that Leng Rushuang was looking at ‘Leng Rushuang’, who had appeared behind them, in horror.

Two Leng Rushuang!

“You… are you looking for me?”

‘Leng Rushuang’ looked at Jian Wushuang with a strange smile, and the corners of her mouth slowly opened bigger… and bigger… she opened her mouth so wide that the edges reached her ears, revealing a large bloody mouth!

She stretched out her hand and grabbed Jian Wushuang’s eyes.

“You’re looking for death!”

Jian Wushuang’s eyes turned cold. The Tarot Divine Sword, which had been holding the hilt in his right hand, was instantly unsheathed. It turned into a stunning white rainbow and slashed forward fiercely!

Before the sword could land, Leng Rushuang’s eyes, nose, and mouth began to melt like a candle. In just a few seconds, she had turned into a pool of sticky white liquid on the ground.

Giggle, giggle, giggle.

The strange voice that seemed to be both laughing and crying gradually faded away.

A moment later, the deck of the Cosmic Boat fell into dead silence again.

Jian Wushuang withdrew the Tarot Divine Sword and frowned.

They had yet to truly enter the Land of Sorrows, and strange things had already appeared?

“Husband, what’s that?”

Leng Rushuang asked, still in shock.

“I don’t know. I guess it’s a manifestation of the vengeful spirits of this Land of Sorrows.”

Jian Wushuang shook his head.

Thud, thud, thud.

At this moment, the cabin’s door opened and Supreme Xue Bo walked in hurriedly.

“Palace Master, something has happened,” Xue Bo said with a heavy expression.

“What happened?” Jian Wushuang’s eyes twitched.

“Palace Master, you’ll know when you come.”

Then, he led Jian Wushuang to the cabin where the disciples of the Divine Life Palace were resting.

After a while, Jian Wushuang arrived at the cabin.

A disciple of the Divine Life Palace was lying on a bed. Supreme Jun Fu, Supreme Tian Yi, Ninth Kalpa King, and the others were standing next to him, all of them looking extremely ugly.

“Palace Master.”

“Palace Master.”

Jun Fu and the others turned around and said when they saw Jian Wushuang walking over.

Jian Wushuang nodded at them as a response. Without saying anything, he walked toward the disciple.

The disciple of the Divine Life Palace was at the Fifth-Stage Ruler realm, and he was currently being bound to the bed by the Supreme Xue Bo’s Blood-Binding Technique.

The disciple’s pupils dilated and his face was ashen. His expression was indescribably strange.

Giggle, giggle, giggle!

He did not open his mouth, but a voice that sounded like he was crying and laughing came from his throat.

He seemed to be in a daze and did not notice it at all. He only opened his eyes listlessly.

“It’s that laughter again.”

Jian Wushuang’s face turned ugly and he had a bad feeling. “Let me see.”

Jian Wushuang took a deep breath and strode forward.

“Absorb.”

Jian Wushuang stretched out his finger and touched the disciple’s forehead.

Just as Jian Wushuang was about to release his divine power to check his body.

Bang!

The disciple, who had been like a walking corpse and looked like a fool, suddenly reached out and grabbed Jian Wushuang’s wrist.

“You’re here…”

“Hurry up and come…”

“I’ve been waiting for you for a long time…”

“Hehe… hehehehe…”

A strange sound that seemed to be both crying and laughing came from the disciple’s throat.

Then, the scene that Jian Wushuang had seen on the deck reappeared.

The disciple’s body was like a candle that was burning rapidly. Starting from his hair, it melted bit by bit, turning into a pool of sticky white foam.

“Damn it!”

Suddenly, Jian Wushuang’s face turned extremely gloomy.

Strange!

It was too strange!

He had thought that the Land of Sorrows would be very dangerous, and he had even prepared himself for a battle, even if he had to die in battle.

However, he had never thought that the Land of Sorrows would be so strange.

No matter how strong the danger was, it was not scary.

There would always be a way to deal with it.

However, the strange phenomenon that appeared in the Land of Sorrows was invisible and untraceable. There was no trace of it at all.

The unknown would always be the most difficult to deal with.

“Where are the other disciples? Are there any abnormalities?”

Jian Wushuang turned around and looked at Xue Bo and the others with an unsightly expression.

Supreme Xue Bo Supreme and the others also had unsightly expressions on their faces. A disciple of the Divine Life Palace had just died in front of their eyes, and they could not even find a trace of the cause, let alone do anything.