Feasibility of Mermaids Infiltrating Qilin

Su Xingze followed Zhang Fukong and left the courtyard.

"Where are we going now?" Su Xingze asked coldly.

Zhang Fukong couldn't help but turn around and glance at him. Was it just his imagination?

I always felt that Su Xingze was shrouded in an invisible shadow after he stepped out of the courtyard. That shadow was quietly hidden in the dark, unseen and intangible, but I always felt a chill down my back.

Su Xingze smiled faintly and asked again, "Sir, where are we going?"

Zhang Fukong coughed and replied, "Let's go to the warehouse first."

The storehouse he was referring to was not the small storehouse where Zhang Shenglin had gone to collect his belongings, but rather the true treasure trove that housed the Zhang family's accumulated wealth over hundreds of years.

Unsurprisingly, the Zhang family's treasure vault was also underground.

After following Zhang Fukong through an unknown length of tunnel, Su Xingze finally saw an old, heavy iron gate.

The interior is structured like a tomb. If one did not know beforehand that this was the Zhang family's treasure vault, an unsuspecting person entering would think it was the Zhang family's ancestral tomb.

Su Xingze: "..."

What kind of hobby does the Zhang family have! Building a treasure vault like a tomb, don't they find it unlucky?

The two entered one of the tomb chambers, which was filled with many ancient and old-fashioned display shelves. Zhang Fukong stopped in front of one of the display shelves.

"You choose one."

Su Xingze looked up and saw that in each empty space on the display shelf, there was a bronze bell about the size of a fist.

They were identical hexagonal copper bells, with densely packed incantations engraved on all six sides. These bells gave him a strange feeling; the incantations seemed to condense a mysterious power, somewhat like the witchcraft artifacts recorded in the "Ten Spirits Scripture".

Su Xingze picked up the bell closest to him and shook it. The ethereal and distant sound of the bell rang out in the empty warehouse, as if it came from a distant underworld.

Upon hearing the bell, Su Xingze's eyes lit up, and he shook the bell in his hand again.

The ethereal and melodious bell rang continuously, and Zhang Fukong couldn't help but frown, but he didn't interrupt his actions.

"The bell sounds lovely; this bell is really nice."

Noticing Zhang Fukong's discomfort, Su Xingze squinted and focused on shaking the bell. As his hand moved faster or slower, the sound of the bell also seemed to come from near and far, eerily eerie.

Unbeknownst to him, the chaotic rhythm of the ringtone gradually transformed into a strange melody, and Zhang Fukong, who had initially only experienced slight discomfort, now had a completely changed expression.

The sound of the bell seemed to come from an extremely distant place. He opened his eyes and found himself no longer in the underground treasure vault of his clan, but back in the tomb he could never forget.

He seemed to have forgotten Su Xingze beside him, and forgotten that he had already escaped from the tomb long ago.

Everything that happened in the tomb was repeated on him again—no, it was even more terrifying than anything he had ever experienced.

That time, he had companions by his side to support each other, but now, his companions are dying tragically one by one, and the eerie vines in the tomb are following him like a shadow. The exit is right in front of him, but he despairingly realizes that he cannot escape.

His last memory was of being devoured by those terrifying vines. He watched himself being eaten away bit by bit by the vines, a death more desperate than being slowly sliced ​​to death.

He suddenly opened his eyes, his wide eyes filled with terror, gasping for breath. The extremely realistic experience of death made his heart pound like a drum, and sweat slid down his face.

Zhang Fukong clenched his fists, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses from that incredibly realistic illusion.

From the moment he woke up, Su Xingze had been observing his expression and was quite satisfied with the effect of the bell.

"The bell worked quite well. Your resistance to illusions is stronger than I thought. If that illusion had been Zhang Ruifeng, he wouldn't have been able to escape it by using death." Most likely, he would have died along with himself in the illusion.

As he picked up the bell, he received a message from Zhang Shenglin that the little Qilin had decided to return to Sizhou Ancient City to retrieve the Soul-Suppressing Bell. This matter involved his parents, and Su Xingze would not stop him, but that didn't mean he would do nothing.

Knowing that Zhang Fukong and Zhang Fuyi were in cahoots, and since he couldn't cause trouble for Zhang Fuyi for the time being, he naturally wanted to collect some interest from Zhang Fukong.

Zhang Fukong realized that he had done it on purpose. He sighed weakly and rubbed his forehead, saying, "Little ancestor, next time you drag someone into the illusion, could you please give me a heads-up first? I'm too old to be scared."

He has undergone special training and possesses strong resistance to illusions, but that doesn't mean he's immune to illusions.

If he wasn't afraid of illusions, they wouldn't need to search for the bronze bell belonging to the clan leader. It would be much more convenient for him to go directly to the room on the lowest floor of the Zhang family's ancient building.

However, Su Xingze also gave him a surprise.

Zhang Fukong looked Su Xingze up and down. The snow-white-clad boy possessed an eerie beauty. Despite his seemingly weak appearance, he had mastered the most bizarre and unpredictable illusion techniques.

Moreover, he is not afraid of the mesmerizing sound of the bronze bell, and can even use the mesmerizing sound to make people unknowingly become his puppets.

Such an ability was truly terrifying. When Zhang Fukong came to his senses, he realized that his back was already soaked with cold sweat.

Of course, in order to maintain his dignity as an elder and teacher, he maintained a calm and composed demeanor on the surface.

Is this all?

Su Xingze ignored him, holding the bell in his hand, but his gaze was fixed on the other bells on the display shelf.

These bells are all valuable; just one bell can greatly enhance his illusion killing technique, including even more bizarre mental techniques.

...If he made all these bells into one piece.

Upon hearing this idea, Su Xingze's eyes lit up dramatically as he looked at the antique display shelf.

"Can I take them all with me?"

Only children make choices. This eerie greed is ingrained in his bones. Even if he regresses into a juvenile form and seems harmless, he is still, in essence, a monster that terrifies countless people.

Zhang Fukong was shocked. A single bronze bell was enough to drive people mad, but there were 72 bells here. If all 72 bells rang at the same time, no one could withstand the simultaneous ringing of 72 bronze bells without the clan leader's Soul-Suppressing Bell. Everyone would go insane.

He looked at Su Xingze with a strange expression. The words of refusal were on the tip of his tongue, but he stopped himself when he remembered the Snow Kirin bloodline in Su Xingze that was not recorded in the Zhang family's history. So he did not refuse directly.

"If you can take them with you, they're all yours."

Anyway, they can get more bells if they're gone. And so far, although the Zhang family has mastered the method of using bronze bells, no one can do it as easily as Su Xingze.

Perhaps the bronze bell can only play a greater role in the hands of Su Xingze, who possesses the bloodline of the Snow Qilin.

As for whether Su Xingze will be too powerful to control, as long as they can keep Zhang Shenglin under control, they are not afraid that Su Xingze will lose control.

Zhang Fukong had a good plan, but things never went as he expected.

The moment Zhang Fukong agreed, Su Xingze pulled out a sack from somewhere and began sweeping through the antique shelves.

Mine, all mine!

In between sweeping through the antique shelves, Su Xingze glanced at Zhang Fukong, who seemed to be in a daze, then looked away, his hands continuing to move, a glint of light flashing in his eyes hidden beneath his thick eyelashes.

Zhang Fukong shuddered. He glanced at the now empty display shelves and felt as if he had unleashed a ferocious beast.

Zhang Fukong: "...Let's go, the others are still waiting for us."