Chapter 264: Imprisoned Spirit

"Host, it should be this brush holder. There is a mechanism inside. If you turn it three times, it will open."

Mo Zhu was really timely.

Bai He followed its instructions, and after doing so, the beautiful woman painting that had been hanging on the wall disappeared, revealing a door right in front of Bai He.

"Host, inside there is... to be precise, I am not entirely sure what is inside. At the very least, there is more than just a person."

Bai He narrowed his eyes, but still decided to go in.

Once the door appeared, it could be pushed open easily.

Inside was completely dark, nothing could be seen at all.

The system immediately gave Bai He a pair of eyes that could see in the dark.

On that door, there had originally been extremely strange patterns, and inside, both walls on either side also had almost identical patterns.

Bai He felt that these patterns were definitely not ordinary.

"Mo Zhu, immediately scan these patterns and see what secrets they hold."

"Yes, host."

Bai He continued walking forward, and Mo Zhu’s information came very quickly, directly transmitted into Bai He’s mind.

Bai He sharply caught one piece of information.

"You mean, the ghost race?"

"Yes, host, it is the ghost race! These patterns are unique to the ghost race. Simply put, they are used to suppress spirits. The ghost race is very skilled at sealing and suppressing spirits. However, this race is disliked by all other races, whether demon race, monster race, or any other, and is even deeply despised."

Moreover, because the ghost race is despised, and because its members are naturally bloodthirsty without exception, they have all gone into hiding and do not dare to act openly.

This is a very small race, yet one that is extremely unpleasant, and no one expected that there would actually be someone from the ghost race here.

Bai He continued walking forward while carefully listening to Mo Zhu’s explanation.

"Host, when facing the ghost race, there is actually nothing to be afraid of. They cannot affect your spirit at all."

Bai He understood this in his heart, but when he heard the word "ghost," he still felt a chill... who wouldn’t be afraid of ghosts.

He was just a young boy, how could he not be afraid?

"Host, ghosts are ghosts, they are different from the ghost race. In fact, the ghost race even devours ghosts. They are extremely vicious."

Bai He nodded.

It seemed the path ahead had reached its end.

At this moment, he heard a somewhat aged voice.

"You only came yesterday, why are you here again today?"

Bai He understood that the other party had mistaken him for someone else.

He thought for a moment, then immediately recited a transformation spell, changing into the appearance of Princess Guantao, and walked inside.

The only thing visible was a hunched figure dressed in a black robe standing before an enormous furnace.

Beneath the furnace burned blue flames that resembled demonic fire.

A strange odor lingered throughout the air, so unpleasant that it made one feel nauseated.

"Where is she?"

"The thing you requested will be finished very soon. However, Princess Guantao, what about the item you promised me?"

His voice was eerie and sinister, carrying the ancient weariness of someone who seemed a hundred years old.

The loose black robe concealed his appearance completely, yet the evil aura radiating from his entire body was impossible to ignore.

Bai He did his best to imitate Princess Guantao’s usual tone of speech.

"You will receive what you asked for. Now bring her to me."

"Good, good."

After responding twice, the man walked to one side.

He stopped in front of a shelf filled with various bottles, took one of them down, and slowly made his way back toward Bai He.

He was short in stature, his head lowered, and the hood of his robe obscured his face.

Bai He still could not see what he looked like.

He only felt a chill rising from the depths of his heart.

Why had he come here to face something this terrifying?

He wanted to go home.

As the man approached, he pulled the stopper from the bottle.

A pale spiritual form drifted out from within.

It floated like a wisp of smoke, as though a single gust of wind could scatter it into nothingness.

It was a woman.

She appeared gentle and refined.

Bai He did not know whether she was truly Ye Shiyuan’s mother, but judging from the circumstances, there was an eighty or ninety percent chance that she was.

Her face was filled with exhaustion.

It was obvious that she had been tormented to the point of no longer resembling her former self.

"So, you suffered another grievance outside today and came here to take it out on her again?"

The ghost race member chuckled darkly.

"Do not damage her too badly. I have already mixed her ashes into medicine and am using her spirit soul in my refining process. If she is harmed too severely, things will become troublesome later."

Listening to this made Bai He’s scalp go numb.

What kind of horrifying thing was this?

If this truly was what Princess Guantao and this ghost race cultivator were planning to do, then it was beyond cruel.

Even if Princess Guantao hated Ye Shiyuan’s mother, there was absolutely no need to continue tormenting her after death.

At that moment, the unconscious woman slowly opened her eyes.

The instant she saw Bai He wearing Princess Guantao’s face, terror immediately appeared in her gaze.

She shrank backward in fear.

Her entire body trembled.

She did not dare utter a single word.

Bai He looked at her with sympathy.

How many years had it been...?

And there was another thing.

That man had just said that he was using Ye Shiyuan’s mother’s ashes as an ingredient in his medicine.

In other words, the ashes that Princess Guantao had ordered Ye Xingyun to deliver to Ye Shiyuan were actually fake.