Du Song's order to invite the Venerable One was indeed a solution, but it could also easily lead to unpredictable dangers.

While hesitating, I glanced at Cang Tianji, who was holding the Demon Tear, watching the activity on the altar as if he were enjoying a show.

No one objected, and the wizard on the stage could only begin the dance of inviting the gods again. This time, the wizard words she chanted were clearly different from before.

A moment later, a cold wind suddenly rose in the village. The whistling wind was intermittent, sounding like ghosts jumping back and forth on the walls near the altar.

Seconds later, Lü Jiantong's corpse let out a strange laugh and slowly raised his head in the water tank, looking at the wizard who was inviting the gods.

The first ghost was invited, but the wizard didn't stop. What she wanted was the life-controlling ghost deity. If the other party didn't appear, she would keep inviting.

After a while, the three corpses that had been kneeling side by side also stood up at the same time. The three figures didn't move, but their shadows reflected by the firelight writhed on the ground like snakes.

The Samsara Division disciples drew their weapons and formed a circle, cautiously guarding against the suddenly appearing spiritual entities.

However, one spiritual body after another emerged in the courtyard. The headless Samsara Division disciple also sat up, the headless corpse sitting cross-legged on the ground like a mountain.

The wizard's voice suddenly let out a scream, and she fell on the altar. Something on her body made a crisp sound like crystal shattering.

When she stood up again, blood was streaming from her eyes, and her arms hung limply at her sides.

The invitation failed!

The wizard was dead!

As my eyes widened slightly, the wizard suddenly said, "You brought so many friends here, aren't you seeking your own death? Who in the entire mountain dares to provoke me? Who dares to enter Qingyan Village without my permission?"

"The wizard who invited the Venerable One is dead, no one knows how many friends she invited."

"Who can guarantee that the people around you are still alive?"

"Look into the eyes of your companions and see what you can see?"

"Everyone, don't move!" Du Song shouted sharply, "Now, whoever moves will be killed immediately."

The Samsara Division disciples were well-trained after all. After a brief panic, they quickly quieted down.

However, quiet didn't mean calm. Except for a few notable experts, everyone was tense, fully alert, and their nerves were stretched to the limit.

Without warning, Du Song suddenly grabbed my right hand, his fingers tightly gripping my pulse, and said in a deep voice to the ghost deity, "Your Excellency, we only strayed into your territory while chasing Li Po. As long as Your Excellency lets us leave, any conditions are negotiable."

Du Song's sudden change of face must be related to the death of the wizard.

If I wasn't mistaken, Du Song had hidden some killing move on the wizard. The ghost deity not only broke his killing move but also occupied the wizard's body, which was equivalent to telling Du Song that he was no match for him!

If he couldn't kill the ghost deity, he could only kill me. For him, saving his life was the most important thing, and he didn't care about any mission.

The ghost deity was stunned for a few seconds before laughing loudly, "Interesting, very interesting!"

"After you came in, you didn't take me seriously at all. Now that you know you're no match for me, you want to make peace. Don't you think it's a little late?"

Du Song's face turned red and white before he argued again, "Your Excellency, it wasn't us who offended you, but Li Po. Your Excellency can't be unreasonable."

The ghost deity smiled, "I am unreasonable, especially with people who always think they are right."

"Let me put it this way! If you had listened to that Li Po when you first came in, you might have been able to struggle for a while. Now, hehe..."

The ghost deity paused and said, "Okay, I won't say I won't give you a chance. We can bet one more time. I'll bet with those two, betting your lives!"

The ghost deity was referring to me and Cang Tianji, "I'll say how you die! If those two can keep you from dying, they win. Otherwise! You should know the consequences."

Du Song gritted his teeth and looked at me, "I'll bet!"

I sneered, "You better figure out that you're the stake now, not the gambler."

"How dare you question me!" Du Song glared at me, his eyes bloodshot.

"If you have the ability, then kill me!" I pointed to my forehead, "Slap here, one palm and my brains will splatter. I'll count to three, I'll give you a chance to slap! One..."

"Two!"

"Three!"

After I counted to three, I shook off Du Song's hand that was holding my pulse, "Coward! I gave you the chance, but you didn't dare to kill me. How did you become an elder of the Samsara Division?"

I looked at Du Song with a smile that wasn't a smile, "I'll count to three again, slap yourself twice! Otherwise, I won't bet with him!"

"You..." Du Song's teeth were grinding, and Cang Tianji also said, "Li Po, enough is enough! A scholar can be killed, but not humiliated!"

My face darkened, "Cang Tianji, you better not interrupt when I'm doing things. Don't forget, you're not from the Two Worlds Hall."

Cang Tianji couldn't help but sigh softly and didn't stop me anymore.

I looked at Du Song again and said with a grin, "One!"

"Two!"