The carnival syllables kept bombarding the eardrums of Bai Xiaosheng and Sang Xiaotian.
But they both turned a deaf ear and walked towards the door expressionlessly.
No one stopped me along the way, as if this grand banquet welcomed everyone and sent everyone off.
squeak~
The door was pushed open easily, and the blood and energy in both men's bodies surged, ready to deal with the attack that might come at any time.
But behind the patent leather wooden door, there is peace.
No ghosts, no weirdness, no thunderstorms...
Only the faint sound of palace music came from the dark corridor behind the gate.
Bai Xiaosheng's face looked grim. He took a few steps and rushed to the end of the corridor...in front of another door.
boom!
The door was pushed open violently, and the volume of the music suddenly became louder.
It was the same band as the one in the banquet hall they left in a hurry, playing the same music.
Inside the door... turns out to be another equally spacious and gorgeous banquet hall.
Dozens of pairs of tireless young white men and women laughed and danced.
Other elderly gentlemen and ladies gathered in front of the square tables, enjoying rich and exquisite meals while smiling and chatting intimately.
Sang Xiaotian, who was walking slowly from behind, saw this lively scene and said with a serious expression: "Cycle time and space."
After saying that, he rushed to the center of the banquet hall and stepped lightly on the ground.
boom!
With a muffled sound, it jumped into the air and hit the ceiling hard.
Boom!!
There was a big hole in the ceiling, and the huge chandelier next to it also fell to the ground, killing several men and women amidst the screams.
But after the remaining people screamed in surprise, they returned to their happy appearance and continued eating, drinking, dancing, as if the corpse at their feet did not exist at all.
After Sang Xiaotian climbed to the upper floor, as expected, he saw the same banquet hall in front of him.
The same food and wine, the same group of dancing men and women, the same group of professional bands playing the same carnival music.
He suddenly grabbed a middle-aged lady next to him, and in the other person's screams, he could carefully sense the structure of the other person's body.
"Normal life of flesh and blood, without any ghost energy."
"Trouble."
Sang Xiaotian let go of the confused woman with a stern look on his face, bent down and pulled Bai Xiaosheng up as he jumped up.
After Bai Xiaosheng climbed up, he turned around and looked around. He couldn't help frowning and exhaling: "Are we going to be trapped here?"
"Don't be anxious, I'll give it a try." Sang Xiaotian leaned over and lowered his head, his eyes suddenly burned red and laser light suddenly shot through the hole to the banquet hall below.
"Boom!!" It was like a bomb detonated in the center of the hall, shooting through the floor with one blow.
The banquet hall on the third floor appeared, still the same as other halls.
The people are the same, the music is the same, the food and drink are the same.
As for those men and women who were accidentally killed, no one paid attention to them after the moment they fell to the ground, as if they were nothing.
Even the companions they danced with held hands.
What's even more outrageous is that some injured people can ignore the wounds and fractures all over their bodies and continue to limp and dance, eating meat and drinking wine with bleeding from their orifices.
All living people have happy and contented smiles on their faces, and are extremely happy and joyful.
Sang Xiaotian, who did not believe in evil, continued to cast laser eyes downwards, layer by layer.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
A few minutes later, Sang Xiaotian finally stopped after shooting the laser into the banquet hall on the 13th floor.
"Now...it's really difficult."
He pursed his lips and felt a little irritated.
"Let me give it a try." Bai Xiaosheng stood up and began to use the secret of the ghost sect that Wang Nanxun taught him in his early years - the art of controlling gods and confusing minds.
Buzz——
An invisible spiritual wave swept across the entire banquet hall instantly.
But this wave of fluctuations rolled back and forth, with no results.
Bai Xiaosheng turned to look at Sang Xiaotian, his face tightened and he said in a deep voice: "These people... are all empty shells."
"What do you mean?" Sang Xiaotian was confused.
Bai Xiaosheng said with a somewhat horrified expression: "Their bodies are all real flesh and blood, but they have no souls, no consciousness, and not even a bit of memory."
"They are simply...empty sacks of flesh and blood!"
Hearing this, Sang Xiaotian suddenly stood up, his eyes glowing red.
Buzz——
Two blazing red rays of light shot towards everyone in front.
"ah..."
"ah..."
"ah..."
Most of the people who were laughing at the banquet were fired mercilessly by his laser eyes, screaming and burned into piles of black ash and bones.
The remaining people, apart from the initial scream, strangely began to have fun again.
Seeing this scene, Bai Xiaosheng next to him turned around and punched the upper side of the hall hard.
The fist-shaped wind beam visible to the naked eye fiercely blasted towards the ceiling above.
boom!!
Debris flew.
A hole with a diameter of one meter appeared, and as expected, there was another banquet hall behind the hole.
This hole is exactly at the edge of the floor of the hall on the higher floor.
That is to say.
The area where the two of them are now is located up and down, front and back, left and right, all in the same hall.
Moreover, this space-time cycle area seems not to be afraid of being destroyed.
No matter how damaged it is, the halls are still doing their own thing.
So Sang Xiaotian sighed and said, "Sit down and rest, Mr. Bai, eat something to conserve your strength."
After saying that, he sat on the floor, took out some dry food from his space bracelet and started eating.
Bai Xiaosheng also sat cross-legged next to him, not eating anything but just looking around and thinking.
The two of them just sat in the middle of the hall, with people holding hands and dancing passing by.
These people ignored them as if they were nothing, laughing and talking to each other in a strange language that they had never heard before.
At this moment, a chicken bone hit Bai Xiaosheng, and he suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of the hit.
A corner of the thick tablecloth on a square table diagonally opposite was lifted.
Inside, there was an unkempt man of no apparent age staring at him.
"whispering sound..."
"Come...come here."
The strange man under the table waved to Bai Xiaosheng to come over.
"Um?"
Bai Xiaosheng looked at the man with surprise.
Sang Xiaotian next to him also looked at this stranger in surprise... He didn't even notice it just now.
Seeing that the two of them were still sitting there firmly, this strange man couldn't help but got out from under the table anxiously and strode towards the two of them.
"Hey, let me tell you, when did you come in?" The man asked carelessly as he walked. The accent... sounded a bit like the accents of some small countries in the south of Daxia.
Sang Xiaotian looked him over.
The clothes are ragged, the hair is unkempt, the face is dirty, the figure is not tall and the age cannot be seen.
He smiled and said, "It seems like this old man has been here for a long time."