System: Infinite Evolution into Qilin Bloodline

With her profound knowledge of ancient civilizations and the joint efforts of her team members, Wu Tianzhen finally deciphered the information hidden in these symbols.

"It turns out that these symbols not only point to the specific location of the entrance to the holy site, but also reveal a series of rituals and trials required to open the entrance."

"What test?"

"The entrance to the holy site is equipped with various traps and mechanisms; only by passing through safely can one find the entrance."

Zhang Hao was puzzled by what Wu Tianzhen said.

If the clue to the entrance to the holy site is right under the ancient well, why have the villagers never discovered it all these years, and why do they insist on listening for thunder when it rains?

There must be some hidden information they are unaware of.

Although the village chief said they didn't know the entrance to the holy site, there must have been some crucial clues that he hadn't revealed.

Zhang Hao shook his head. Since he didn't want to say, so be it. Now, he could easily find the entrance by following the instructions on the mural.

As for the so-called danger, he believed that with him there, the danger would not be fatal.

"Naive, then where should we go to find the entrance to the Holy Land?"

"Uncle, as long as you follow the underground river eastward, you will find the entrance to the holy land."

“Alright, Fatty, you go and borrow a small boat from the villagers. I’ll travel by boat; it’ll be much faster.”

"okay."

The fat man responded and climbed out of the well. In less than half an hour, he brought a small boat, carried it to the bottom of the well, and Zhang Hao and the others sat on it. The four of them fit perfectly.

After that, they followed the underground river downstream.

In the depths of that unfathomable underground river, the small boat, like a tiny leaf, silently traverses the endless darkness and unknown mist.

All around, only the gurgling of water and the occasional dripping sound broke the deathly silence.

Zhang Hao sat at the bow of the boat, his hand gripping the oar tightly, his gaze piercing through the darkness, trying to find any clue to the light ahead.

As the small boat moved slowly forward, the width of the river seemed to gradually narrow, and the rocks on both banks became increasingly close, as if they were trying to tightly choke out this only passage.

Just then, an indescribable chill suddenly rose from the river, piercing through Zhang Hao's clothes and reaching his heart.

He looked up at the riverbed and saw a faint beam of light shining through a crack in the distance, illuminating a stretch of road ahead.

And under the light, a chilling scene unfolded before his eyes.

Ahead, directly above the river, dozens of corpses hung densely, fixed to the cold stone wall in a twisted and eerie posture.

The dark and damp environment relentlessly eroded these corpses, turning them beyond recognition. Their skin rotted, their muscles atrophied, leaving only bare bones and tattered clothing barely maintaining their human form.

A suffocating stench of decay filled the air, causing Zhang Hao to furrow his brow and suppress the churning in his stomach.

However, in this desperate scene, Zhang Hao unexpectedly discovered an unusual detail.

A faint, strange light flickered in the ears of those corpses.

He stared wide-eyed, examining the object closely. Inside each ear were several round, pearl-like objects, which gleamed with a soft, mysterious luster in the dim light, contrasting sharply with the surrounding decay.

At that moment, a thought flashed through Zhang Hao's mind—these pearls were exactly the same as the strange phenomenon that the villagers had heard in their ears!

Could it be that these hanging corpses are the villagers, all of whom have the same pearl in their ears because they heard thunder?

Thinking of this, Zhang Hao's heart sank.

The mural was nothing but a trap, leading them down the wrong path.