System: Infinite Evolution into Qilin Bloodline

The dark figure pounced with lightning speed. Everyone instinctively reached out to block it, but it was as if they were touching air. The dark figure was like an invisible hurricane, passing through their fingers and bringing a cool breeze before disappearing without a trace.

The ground tremors gradually subsided, and the thick white fog seemed to be gently brushed away by an invisible hand, revealing the true scene before us.

Zhang Hao and the others were surprised to find themselves in an ancient village.

This village is completely different from the previous one. The houses are closely packed together, with blue tiles and white walls, and the village is simple and rustic, showing the marks of time.

The village roads are narrow and winding, leaving only a narrow passage between houses, like an elaborately designed maze that seems to have no end in sight.

"Where...where is this?"

The fat man looked around, his face full of disbelief.

"It seems we've stumbled into another dimension."

Xie Xiaohua looked serious, her eyes scanning her surroundings, trying to find a clue.

Wu Tianzhen cautiously observed her surroundings, wary of any unforeseen events.

"Everyone be careful, there's something eerie about this place."

The group moved slowly along the narrow passage, taking each step with extra care.

The village was unusually quiet; there was no sound of chickens or dogs, nor the laughter of children, as if the entire village had been muted.

They walked through house after house, the doors and windows were tightly shut, the houses were empty, and there wasn't even a trace of life left behind.

"This is so strange, there isn't a single living person here."

The fat man muttered to himself, his voice echoing in the empty village lanes.

Just as everyone was puzzled, an enticing aroma suddenly wafted into their nostrils.

Zhang Hao suddenly looked up and followed the source of the aroma. He saw a pot of beef soup simmering on the stove in a house not far ahead, with wisps of steam rising up, a stark contrast to the desolate village.

"Beef soup... How is that possible?"

Xie Xiaohua frowned, her mind filled with doubt.

Without hesitation, Zhang Hao walked straight to the room.

The interior was simply furnished, but clean and tidy, with beef soup bubbling on the stove, filling the air with its aroma.

He reached out and touched the edge of the pot; the warm touch told him that the soup had indeed just been cooked.

"Everyone, come and see this."

Zhang Hao beckoned his companions in.

The fat man was the first to rush in, his eyes fixed on the pot of beef soup:

"This...this can't be a trap, can it?"

Wu Tianzhen walked to the window, looked outside, and after confirming that there was nothing unusual around her, slowly said:

"No matter what, let's get out of here first. This village is too eerie."

However, Zhang Hao did not move immediately. His eyes searched around the room, as if looking for something.

"Wait, something's definitely fishy here."

He walked to the corner of the wall and gently moved a worn-out wooden box. Hidden under the box was a yellowed note.

Xie Xiaohua took the note and read it carefully by the dim light from the window:

"What does it mean that those who enter the village and drink the soup will find their way back?"

"It seems that the beef broth is the key."

Zhang Hao said in a deep voice, his eyes flashing with determination: "We have to give it a try."

Upon hearing this, the fat man swallowed hard, appearing somewhat hesitant.

"What...what if it's poisonous?"

"How will you know if you don't try?"

Zhang Hao wasn't afraid; the Qilin blood in his body could cure all poisons, and ordinary toxins had no effect on him at all.

He picked up a bowl from the stove, ladled out a bowl of beef soup, and drank it all in one gulp.

Everyone held their breath and stared intently, fearing that something unexpected might happen.

However, after Zhang Hao finished drinking the soup, he not only did not show any abnormalities, but his expression became even clearer.

"It's alright, there's nothing wrong with the soup."

He turned to look at the others, his eyes full of encouragement.

Seeing that Zhang Hao was unharmed, the fat man finally couldn't hold back any longer, snatched the bowl, and drank it down in large gulps:

"Wow, it smells so good! It doesn't look poisonous at all."

Seeing this, others also tried it, and soon the room was filled with the aroma of beef soup and satisfied sighs from everyone.

After finishing their soup, they embarked on their exploration once more. This time, they discovered that the previously intricate village lanes seemed to have become clearer, and every step felt as if guided by an invisible force, leading to a specific direction.

"It seems that this beef soup really helped us find our way."

"Xie Xiaohua sighed."

Zhang Hao nodded, his gaze becoming even sharper:

"But the secrets of this village go far beyond this; we must find a way out and leave this place."

They continued onward, passing through house after house, each passageway like an intricately designed puzzle, testing their wisdom and courage.

Finally, in front of a small house that looked no different from any other ordinary house, they noticed something different—a faint light was shining through the crack in the door.

Zhang Hao pushed open the door, and the scene before him was astonishing.

Behind the door was not the village exit they had expected, but a huge cave.

The cave was dark and deep, with mysterious murals covering the walls. The murals depicted were chilling, showing giant human hands, each with an eye in its palm. These eyes seemed to see into people's hearts and gaze into the depths of their souls.

"What the hell is this?"

The fat man was so frightened that he backed away repeatedly.

Jie Xiaohua frowned, carefully examining the mural:

"These murals seem to tell some ancient legend or some kind of mysterious ritual."

Wu Tianzhen cautiously looked around, wary of any unforeseen events.

"This place is too eerie; we must find an exit as soon as possible."

Zhang Hao stared at the mural, a strange sense of familiarity welling up inside him.

He seemed to sense the power contained within the mural, a power that was both ancient and mysterious, and it resonated subtly with the Qilin blood within him.

"Wait, look at these eyes."

Zhang Hao suddenly pointed to the eyes on the mural and said:

"They seem to be guiding us in some way."

Upon hearing this, everyone focused their attention on those eyes.