Supreme Alchemist-Chapter 2444 - 2434: Waiting for Death

In the rush, Long Yan only had time to squeeze a hard round ball in his palm, and the whole person fell towards the abyss, with scattered wood chips hitting Long Yan’s face, adding insult to injury.

"Damn!"

Long Yan cursed to himself, and at this critical moment, his gaze caught sight of the wooden cabinet beside him.

"I can only gamble once!"

Clenching his teeth, Long Yan stamped heavily on top of the wooden cabinet, using this force to soar high like a Dapeng spreading its wings. However, with such impact, Long Yan clearly didn’t dare to directly touch the fishing line with his hand.

Long Yan didn’t even have time to see what he grabbed, he just roughly stuffed it into his chest and shouted.

"Magic Gun!"

A flash of red light flickered in the black abyss, immediately followed by Long Yan emerging from the darkness, the magic gun in his hand steadily resting on the fishing line. With a flip, Long Yan crouched on the fishing line, panting heavily. This time was really too dangerous; if Long Yan hadn’t seen the wooden cabinet, he would have already fallen into the abyss.

But this time wasn’t without gain, as Long Yan reached out to pick up the torch he had previously wedged on the fishing line. Long Yan heard the sound of a heavy object falling nearby.

It seemed this hole wasn’t as deep as Long Yan had thought, but even so, he didn’t want to enter easily.

"Clap clap clap!"

A series of applause sounded conspicuously in this dark space, adding an extra layer of terror to Long Yan’s already tense heart.

"Sir, you have quite the skill, this Junior Monk admires you!"

This time, Long Yan didn’t even need the help of firelight to clearly see his outline; no one else, it was the little monk who had disappeared before. This time, there were flickering ghostly blue lights around him, making his face, and those terrifying scars, perfectly visible.

"But what’s the use of that?"

The little monk looked down, seeming very casual, like disdain, or perhaps a helpless tone, but his face remained hidden in shadow, making his expression completely unreadable.

"Ultimately, benefactor, you will still die here!"

The little monk’s previously calm voice suddenly became incredibly piercing, like a roar, or a scream, in any case causing Long Yan to feel a sharp pain in his eardrums.

"Clearly, benefactor, you have many ways to meet my Buddha the Tathagata in death!"

The little monk screamed, then suddenly lifted his head, with two streams of fresh blood flowing from the hollow sockets of his eyes like tears. The terrifying sound combined with this horrifying scene would probably scare any ordinary person into mad panic.

Seeing Long Yan not speak, the little monk, not caring about his terrifying appearance at all, continued to entice in a soft tone instead of a shrill voice.

"Everyone will eventually die, I will let the benefactor go peacefully, otherwise, if the benefactor tries to escape, he might die ugly like the one you saw before, and cultivators can see the scene of their own death; on the Naihe Bridge, oh...no, maybe you will never reach the Naihe Bridge."

The little monk talked to himself, oblivious that Long Yan still had a calm expression on his face.

"I advise you not to talk so much, if death tempts you so much, why not go yourself?"

After speaking, Long Yan worriedly saw that the little monk, probably not related to anything alive anyway, seemed puzzled despite having blood-filled eye sockets.

"Benefactor, this Junior Monk is already dead."

"Stop talking nonsense."

Long Yan moved his face into the darkness to hide his embarrassment. Hearing what Long Yan said, the little monk mistakenly thought he had convinced Long Yan and continued tirelessly extolling the virtues of death.

"Stop talking nonsense! If you could kill me, you would’ve done it already; if you have no power, then stop pretending!"

= Through the little monk’s tireless chatter, Long Yan discovered that the little monk couldn’t fly or touch real objects; he could pass through thin walls but couldn’t interact with tangible things, otherwise, he would have already come up in this darkness to kill him, instead of just talking!

Seeing that Long Yan had figured it out, the little monk stopped pretending and adopted an indifferent attitude.

"In any case, you have only this one way out. If you refuse to die, I will see how long the benefactor can last without eating or drinking."

Before the little monk finished speaking, Long Yan had already taken out a roasted chicken from his back pouch, something he’d kept secretly from drinking with the Old Madman, knowing he would spend a week in the forest and needed a treat.

"Damn...benefactor, that’s impressive!"

The little monk nearly cursed seeing Long Yan nibbling on a chicken leg but instead sneered.

"How long do you think you can last, or how many days can your food last?"

The little monk’s face curled into a sinister smile, appearing even creepier in the dark; although cultivators can go five or six days without food or drink, reaching the Grain Avoidance Realm needs the Immortal Realm, which Long Yan clearly hadn’t achieved.

But Long Yan wasn’t worried; he had enough food prepared to last seven days. However, fortune or misfortune, there’s always something unexpected waiting.

"Don’t worry about it. Come back in seven days, and I will kill you!"

Long Yan threatened bravely, and a man and a ghost began a verbal sparring match in this eerie environment. The little monk was no match for Long Yan’s seasoned banter.

Long Yan tossed a leftover chicken bone, which passed through the little monk and flew into the corridor behind, then he spat disdainfully.

"Ptooey, you bald donkey, you’re wicked, plotting against me, wait until I rub you into the ground in seven days."

The little monk, unable to match him in words, simply stood there staring at Long Yan. Being a ghost, he did not need to sleep, thus they remained in stalemate.

Long Yan felt uneasy; the torch had already burned the fishing line tied to the Feathered Arrow, but he, being a living person unlike the ghostly monk, couldn’t be sure how long the arrow could hold against the wall under the weight of a body.

At least on Long Yan’s side, the Feathered Arrow was already showing signs of loosening, subtly blocked by Long Yan, but he was anxious. How long since arriving here was unknown to Long Yan.

Humans lose their sense of time in darkness, and Long Yan was no exception. But, from that chicken bone earlier, Long Yan thought of a solution.

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