He looked up to see a sinister corridor stretching ahead.
Cobweb-like bloodstains and skeletons lay scattered in the corner against the wall.
The chill air was all around, and Beichuan Si couldn't shake the feeling the temperature had mysteriously dropped a few degrees.
But perhaps that wasn't the most crucial concern.
Beichuan Si grabbed the resentful spirit of a child clad in rough sackcloth by the head, his palm engulfed in dark deathly aura, and smashed it against the wall.
With a 'splat',
Eyeballs burst and black fluid oozed out, covering Beichuan Si's hand with brain matter.
"I'll help you," Beichuan Si said, looking at the twitching remnant of the child's resentful spirit in front of him, and sprinkled a handful of azure spiritual flames over its body.
A wail, sharp and pitiful, echoed throughout the Shrine in the next moment.
Despite lacking a head, it was unclear from where such a gruesome sound could emanate.
