Chapter 1 Two Worlds Hall

Old Liu and Lin Zhao had just arrived at the village entrance when someone stopped them: "Please hold your steps! Senior Sister asks you to go back. Come with me!"

Old Liu stopped, his folding fan opening with a snap. Although he wore a smile on his face, killing intent flashed in his eyes.

Lin Zhao, who had been suppressing his anger for a long time, stepped forward, grabbed the person's throat, and flung him away. The sound of a broken neck erupted as the person's corpse was thrown more than two meters away.

Lin Zhao glared coldly at the disciples of the Thief Sect hiding in the distance: "Our Two Worlds Hall will now mind our own business with your Thief Sect. If you come looking for trouble again, don't blame me for wiping out your Thief Immortal Sect. Get lost!"

Lin Zhao stood at the village entrance for a long time, but no one showed their face. Only then did he follow Old Liu and leave.

However, they hadn't gone far when Lin Zhao became anxious: "Old Liu, are we really just leaving like this? Won't Li Po be unhappy when he comes back?"

Old Liu chuckled: "Don't worry, someone will play chess for us."

"Who?" Lin Zhao suddenly realized: "The Reincarnation Department? What if they win?"

Old Liu shook his head: "They can't win. There are no more than three people in the world who can win this game of chess! None of these three are in the Reincarnation Department. There are only nine people in the world who can take away the blood-colored chess piece."

"It seems that the Landlord is going to be in trouble!"

Old Liu took out a mirror: "Qing Ming is still in the village. Let's see what's happening there."

At this time, the Eighth Elder of the Thief Immortal Sect had already received the news that Old Liu had left the village and stood there for a long time without saying a word.

Jiang Jiuyuan said anxiously: "Senior Sister, let's go after them! If Liu Bao doesn't come back, no one will be able to play this game of chess."

"I... I'll think about it." It wasn't that the Eighth Elder of the Thief Immortal Sect didn't want to chase Old Liu, but she didn't know what price she would have to pay if she caught up with him.

While the Eighth Elder of the Thief Immortal Sect was still hesitating, she suddenly heard someone say: "Isn't it just playing chess? I'll do it!"

The Eighth Elder and Jiang Jiuyuan turned around at the same time, and the person who spoke had already walked out of the shadows.

Old Liu looked at the image in the mirror and said: "As expected, it's someone from the Reincarnation Department. Next, they will try to befriend the Thief Immortal Sect. Then, they will play chess with the ghosts and gods for free, to win people's hearts."

Sure enough, just as Old Liu had said, that person used a few simple words to create an image of righteousness, and sat safely in the chair, picking up a chess piece and pressing it onto the chessboard.

Old Liu sneered: "He's lost!"

Lin Zhao was shocked: "He just made a move. How do you know he's lost?"

Old Liu laughed: "He doesn't understand ghost-god chess at all. Playing chess with ghosts and gods is playing with your life. His first move didn't deter the ghosts and gods, so they will kill people unscrupulously. His people won't last long, just watch."

After that person made a few more moves, Old Liu frowned again: "Looking at his chess style, he should be Jiang Chuanbing, the third disciple of Yu Qingzhu. Did he also sneak into the Reincarnation Department?"

As Old Liu spoke, Jiang Chuanbing in front of the chessboard flinched as if he had been electrocuted, and almost stood up.

Before the shock on Jiang Chuanbing's face had faded, three black pieces on the chessboard exploded in succession.

Even someone who didn't know how to play chess knew that "losing three pieces in one move" meant that he was already at a disadvantage, and it would be even more difficult to make a comeback!

Jiang Chuanbing looked at the chessboard with a solemn expression and said in a deep voice: "Again!"

"Sigh..." Old Liu couldn't help shaking his head: "I wondered how long he could last? Now, at least half of the people from the Thief Immortal Sect and the Reincarnation Department won't have to come out."

Before Lin Zhao could speak, Old Liu explained: "Each chess piece is a life. Starting a new game is equivalent to abandoning all the pieces on the chessboard. This is a gambit. How many people do you think they will have to sacrifice?"

As soon as Old Liu's voice fell, the entire Yunyin Village became misty and steamy. As the mist, mixed with shadows of people, began to advance towards the Eight and a Half Rooms from the entrance of the village, the doors of the houses along the way burst open one after another.

A Thief Sect disciple was dragged out of a house and into the mist. When the mist passed, all that remained on the ground was a pool of human-shaped blood.

No one knew what those Thief Sect disciples had experienced in the mist. The only thing that was certain was that the mist, like a sea of clouds rolling through the village, reaped their lives and took away their corpses.

When the bloody mist approached the Eight and a Half Rooms, it suddenly split into two, surging towards the mountains and forests on both sides of the building.

At the moment the mist approached the courtyard, everyone heard the sound of corpses being dragged on the ground.

They couldn't see the scene outside, but the strange sounds of corpses rubbing against the ground, magical instruments colliding with the ground, and weapons scraping the ground rang in their ears.

At the same time, it also told them that those Thief Sect disciples who were killed had no chance to resist.

Soon after, the rolling mist stopped at the entrance of the mountain, and the corpses were hung on the treetops. From the direction of the Eight and a Half Rooms, they could only see dozens of pale faces swaying on the treetops. The bodies below the necks were obscured by the mist, and no one knew if the corpses hanging on the trees were complete.