System: Infinite Evolution into Qilin Bloodline

Two hours passed quickly as Xie Xiaohua busied himself with his work. The light in the corridor shone on his focused face, and sweat trickled down his forehead, dripping onto the cold ground with a soft sound.

With only ten doors left to explore, victory seemed within reach, but Xie Xiaohua grew increasingly nervous.

As the iron pellet in his hand shot into the last door, his expression suddenly changed, and he laughed awkwardly:

"Uncle, I'm sorry, it seems my skills are still not as good as Master's. I can't find the right passage behind which door."

Seeing this, the fat man quickly patted Xie Xiaohua on the shoulder and comforted her:

"Xiao Hua, you're already very capable. Er Yuehong is a big shot, it's normal that you can't compare to him."

We got this far thanks to your intelligence and resourcefulness.

Upon hearing this, Xie Xiaohua gave a bitter smile, then turned to look at Zhang Hao, her eyes filled with apology:

"Uncle, in the end we still have to rely on you. I'm sorry everyone, I've wasted your time."

Zhang Hao smiled slightly, his eyes revealing approval and encouragement:

"Actually, you were very close. You almost found it just now. If your hearing had been a little sharper, you might have succeeded."

You've done a great job.

While Xie Xiaohua was focused on her investigation, Zhang Hao had already used his special ability to locate objects with sound waves to silently find the door containing the correct passage.

He silently observed Xie Xiaohua's attempt, inwardly marveling:

Er Yuehong's kung fu was indeed extraordinary, even surpassing that of a genius like Xie Xiaohua.

However, Zhang Hao has his own unique methods, so he is not worried about not finding a way out.

Sure enough, when Xie Xiaohua explored the last door, although she hesitated, she still chose another door.

Zhang Hao knew that although the door seemed close, it was not actually the correct passage.

He sighed softly, then walked to the door that Xie Xiaohua had previously explored, gently tapped the door with his finger, and then slowly pushed it open.

Behind the door, a deep passageway appeared before everyone's eyes.

"This is the right path."

Zhang Hao said with certainty.

Upon hearing this, everyone cast admiring glances at him.

Xie Xiaohua's face was filled with guilt and gratitude:

"Uncle, thank you so much."

Without you, we might really be stuck here.

Zhang Hao waved his hand, indicating that everyone should not be shy.

He led everyone through that door.

The passage behind the door was indeed like a maze, with many twists and turns, and several branching paths appearing every certain distance.

With his keen intuition and rich experience, Zhang Hao navigated through the area without stopping at any forks in the road, and continued forward in this way.

The air in the passageway was somewhat damp, mixed with an indescribable musty smell.

The group walked cautiously, afraid of triggering any traps.

Zhang Hao walked at the front, his steps steady and powerful, each step seemingly carefully considered.

His eyes were sharp as a hawk's, always alert to any movement around him.

After a long and arduous journey, the group finally passed through the passage and entered a cave.

The cave was pitch black, and the group gradually adjusted to their surroundings with the help of flashlights.

They discovered that the cave contained many pottery jars about half a person's height, and from each jar, many black hair-like things emerged and spread out at the mouth of the jar.

Those hair-like things looked incredibly eerie, as if they possessed their own life.

Some of the jars were broken, and their contents, all blackened skulls, were scattered on the ground.

Those skulls, covered with the marks of time, looked particularly sinister and terrifying.

Seeing this scene, everyone felt a chill run down their spines.

They carefully avoided the pottery jars and skulls, not wanting to cause any unnecessary trouble.

Just then, a series of thumping sounds suddenly came from inside the cave.

The sound was deep and powerful, as if it came from the depths of the earth.

Upon hearing this, everyone stopped and looked around.

The pottery jars began to shake, as if driven by some mysterious force.

"Everyone, be careful!"

Zhang Hao whispered.

Suddenly, a clay pot shattered, scattering black hair and skull fragments everywhere.

The crowd gasped and retreated.

Immediately afterwards, more pottery jars began to explode, and the entire cave seemed to turn into a living hell.

Just then, a buzzing sound suddenly rang out in the cave, like thousands of tiny and rapid drumbeats echoing in the dark space.

Immediately afterwards, a group of nightmarish creatures emerged from the broken pottery jars.

They resemble bees, but are entirely blood red, with their wings shimmering with a chilling, eerie light, like messengers returning from hell, carrying with them endless fear and the aura of death.

The fat man raised his flashlight in terror. The beam of light traced a blinding trail in the darkness, and when it touched the creatures, he couldn't help but scream:

"It's the Corpse-Eating King!"

The Corpse Beetle King, a creature that strikes fear into the hearts of all, is not only highly poisonous but also instantly fatal upon contact.

Their bodily fluids contain a terrifying power that can cause organisms to decompose rapidly. Even the toughest skin will quickly crumble and turn into blood corpses upon their touch.

The fat man nervously moved the flashlight, its beam like a sharp sword, cleaving a crack in the darkness.

However, when the light swept across the area, all that could be seen was a blood-red expanse, with countless corpse beetle kings filling the entire cave like a boiling sea of ​​blood.

They swirled and intertwined in the air, forming a suffocating red cloud of insects, as if the entire space was shrouded in this aura of death.

The cave was already cramped, and now it was completely filled with this group of corpse beetle kings.

As if sensing Zhang Hao and the others' presence, they all turned around, and the red insect cloud, like a rolling flame, roared towards them with endless killing intent and anger.

Just as Zhang Hao and his companions were being subjected to the Corpse Beetle King's frenzied attack, those things that had been lying dormant at the mouth of the broken pottery jar, resembling eerie black hair, suddenly began to stir.

As if awakened by some unknown force, they began to grow wildly at an incredible speed, instantly spreading out from the mouth of the jar and transforming into writhing black tentacles, carrying a chilling vitality.

These tentacles danced in the air, like the whips of a demon suddenly awakening in the night, each one exuding an ominous aura.

Their goal was clear and direct—Zhang Hao and his group.

As they got closer, the tentacles seemed to come alive, desperately trying to approach people's bodies with an almost fanatical desire, attempting to burrow into them.