Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 105 This sword spirit is too greedy 17

As Pei Ze sat there in a daze, he suddenly noticed Zhao Zhao walking over with a blank expression. Pei Ze's memories of Zhao Zhao and him were still stuck on the time when they killed the Buddha statue together.

Forcing himself to stay awake, Pei Ze stood up. "Zhaoxue, where have you been? Come here quickly. We need to find the exit and then find Meng Xuan'an and the others."

"Ah."

"There's no time to lose, let's get started immediately."

“That brat Meng Xuan’an is so determined to bring his Golden Core disciples to the Infernal Purgatory. He must have a conspiracy. We have to go back and stop him.”

Looking at the dark and enclosed environment around him, he continued angrily, "He probably tricked me into coming to this godforsaken place because he was worried that I would ruin his plans."

"It's absolutely disheartening."

Pei Ze looked indignant and talked for a long time before realizing that Zhao Zhao was lost in thought and hadn't listened to him at all.

He patted him on the shoulder to bring him back to his senses, "Zhaoxue, what are you thinking about? Let's go find the exit."

Zhao Zhao instinctively dodged to the side, and Pei Ze's slap missed its mark. He looked at Zhao Zhao with hurt expression, "Zhao Xue?"

Zhao Zhao paused for a moment, then said nothing more. "Let's go find the exit."

With the crisis resolved, he was able to clear his mind to think about the illusion he had just experienced. The system once again forcefully erased his emotions, allowing him to remain expressionless when he recalled those painful memories.

The two fell silent for a moment, each recalling their own illusions.

Pei Ze thought it was just a nightmare. After figuring it out, he stopped dwelling on it and focused on finding a way out for Zhao Zhao.

Unfortunately, the two searched for nearly two days without finding any exit. The underground space was unexpectedly large and completely dark, relying solely on the luminous pearl in their hands for illumination, which severely hampered their vision.

When Zhao Zhao noticed the familiar arrangement of human bones, she sensed something was wrong. She quickly took a few steps forward, and the Buddha seat appeared in the darkness. She stiffly looked up and met a pair of kind eyes of a Buddha statue.

Okay, here comes another one.

Pei Ze, who was standing next to him, also noticed the Buddha statue. Stimulated by the previous Buddha statue holding a spear, Pei Ze felt that it might stand up and crush them at any moment.

He suddenly pulled Zhao Zhao back, telling him to be careful.

Before anyone could finish speaking, Zhao Zhao stepped forward and effortlessly chopped off the Buddha statue's head, the massive head crashing heavily to the ground beside her.

With a loud "bang," it kicked up a cloud of dust.

Then, without any hesitation, Zhao Zhao shattered the Buddha statue's body with another sword strike, sending shards of stone flying everywhere. Pei Ze stared wide-eyed at Zhao Zhao's simple, tree-chopping movements.

"No, clearing my name."

Zhao Zhao deftly sheathed his sword and asked, "What's wrong, Immortal Venerable?"

"You... just chopped him down like that."

Zhao Zhao nodded casually, "Otherwise what?"

Seeing that he was still wasting time, Zhao Zhao tugged at his sleeve and walked forward, saying, "Immortal Venerable, if we don't leave now, will any of your Golden Core disciples still be alive?"

These words were like a wake-up call. Immediately, Pei Ze was as energetic as if he had been injected with chicken blood, "Let's go, let's go, let's go quickly."

Zhao Zhao chuckled, took one last look at the broken stones on the ground, and turned to leave without hesitation. He didn't care about any demons or monsters; he would kill them one by one.

What doesn't kill him only makes him stronger.

At this moment, Zhao Zhao was full of fighting spirit and even prepared to face the challenge of life and death. Little did he know that what he was about to face was neither an enemy with super combat power nor a painful memory from the depths of his heart.

What is dirt to others is life itself to him—money.