His innermost thoughts were revealed, and he ventured into a fictional dynasty with the system.

Upon hearing Lu Yunqi's words, Ye Xingli's brows, which had been furrowed with gloom, twitched slightly.

He seemed to have found a slight respite from the solemnity, but his expression remained as heavy as ancient, cold iron, pressing down on everyone's hearts.

He knew perfectly well that this matter was no ordinary one and was of great importance.

Without hesitation, he turned around as fast as lightning.

His gaze was sharp and piercing, as if it could penetrate the darkness, and fell directly on a soldier beside him who was focused and ready to go at any moment.

His gaze held both the authority of a general and an urgency, and his tone left no room for argument.

The voice was as loud and urgent as a booming bell: "Quickly prepare incense and candles."

Although they do not have a deep and unwavering faith in Buddhism in their daily beliefs and conduct.

However, when King Jinrui Zhao mentioned Buddhism, the respect and awe that naturally flowed from his words were as bright as shining stars, clearly discernible and overflowing from his words.

Furthermore, King Zhao, in an extremely solemn tone, elaborated in detail, drawing on a wide range of sources and explaining in a simple and profound way, the deep and long-standing Buddhist doctrine of compassion.

That doctrine is like the warm spring sun, shining on all things in the world, advocating respect and care for all life.

At the same time, it also emphasized Buddhism's unwavering belief in the cycle of cause and effect, which is like an unchanging natural law, reminding us that good and evil will ultimately be rewarded.

This made Ye Xingli deeply understand that even if it was only out of respect for King Jinrui Zhao and the necessary caution and respect for an unknown faith, it was still necessary to act accordingly.

They must all approach this difficult situation with sincerity, respect, and caution.

Just moments later, a series of hurried but steady footsteps approached from afar, breaking the suffocating silence in the cellar.

A soldier rushed in, his footsteps like the drumbeat of fate, striking the tense nerves of everyone.

He held the incense and candles tightly in his hands, as if they were sacred objects carrying hope, redemption, and endless respect for the deceased.

His eyes revealed a hint of tension and focus, and his anxious expression seemed to convey to everyone the urgency and importance of the mission.

Ye Xingli hurriedly stepped forward, his steps urgent yet steady. He extended both hands and accepted the incense and candles with an extremely solemn and devout attitude.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the cellar was so heavy that it seemed to freeze the air.

As if drawn by an invisible force, everyone's gaze was focused on the incense and candles in Ye Xingli's hand, which carried a sense of reverence.

Ye Xingli turned around and joined Lu Yunqi and the others around him, who stood solemnly like statues.

His expression was as solemn as that of a priest about to perform a grand and sacred ceremony.

Their faces were filled with awe for the unknown and mourning for the deceased as they carefully lit incense.

The flickering flame, like a tenaciously beating heart in the darkness, leaped and shone, as if doing its utmost to dispel the long-standing evil and gloom that permeated the cellar.

As the flames gently licked the flames, wisps of smoke slowly rose, delicate and ethereal, like a dream.

It is as if an invisible and mysterious bond connects the realms of Yin and Yang.

It is as if the living are gently telling the suffering souls of the deceased in the afterlife that they have come here and express their deepest respect.

Ye Xingli took the first step, slowly kneeling down, his knees touching the cold cellar floor.

A bone-chilling cold, like a sharp arrow, pierced through my clothes and went straight to my heart.

But his expression grew even more solemn, as if the chill only strengthened his resolve to complete his mission.

He tilted his head slightly, his gaze filled with sincerity and earnestness, like the stars in the deep night sky, quietly gazing at those "sculptures" that bore witness to innocent lives.

This gaze seems to transcend the boundaries of time and space, penetrating the cold and cruel shell to reach the tormented soul within, yearning for peace.

He took a deep breath, his chest slightly bulging, and slowly opened his mouth, his voice firm and clear, echoing like a great bell in the almost deathly silent cellar.

Every word seemed to be engraved with life itself, as heavy as a thousand pounds: "Ye Mouxingli, today's burning of incense and kowtowing is truly due to the circumstances, not my own intention."

Now, some thieves are acting recklessly and with audacity, using living people to fill the statues of you all when they are being made.

"I, Ye, now intend to remove the body from the body. I hope you will understand and forgive my intrusion."

Ye Xingli's words, like the resounding toll of a great bell, echoed for a long time in the closed cellar filled with the stench of decay.

Every word is filled with deep sorrow for the deceased and a burning hatred for the inhumane crimes committed.

As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the cellar instantly plummeted to freezing point, as if time itself had frozen in the oppressive atmosphere.

The crowd's expressions grew increasingly solemn, as if shrouded in a gloom, their eyes filled with deep reverence for the deceased.

And a strong indignation at this inhuman brutality, their gaze seemed capable of burning the sinful cellar to ashes.

Their movements were orderly and slow. They bowed deeply and performed the three kowtows with utmost piety and solemnity.

Each time he bowed his head, his skull almost touched the cold, dusty ground.

It was as if this was the most humble way to pay the deepest, most sincere and sorrowful condolences to those innocent souls who had passed away.

Their bodies trembled slightly, as if they were suppressing the surging grief and anger within them.

This silent yet deeply affectionate gesture conveys heartache and pity for the tragic fate of the deceased, a profound emotional resonance.

Each time he stood up, his spine straightened like a javelin, as if an indestructible force was gathering in his heart.

That was an iron will to seek justice for the deceased and to bring the truth to light. This will burned like a raging fire in their hearts, growing ever stronger and inextinguishable.

The crowd stood silently, like statues forged from grief and justice, their gazes fixed on the burning incense and candles.

The flame leaped and flickered in the darkness, like a life struggling tenaciously in the abyss of darkness, striving to emit a faint but determined light.

Wisps of smoke rise, like strands of longing, or the lingering spirits of the deceased, drifting slowly towards the unknown distance.

As the incense and candles slowly burned out over time, the ceremony was completed.

With mixed feelings, the group carefully began to smash the "sculptures".

At first glance, these "sculptures" are covered in a dazzling gold, shimmering with an eerie and mysterious light in the dark, hellish cellar.

It's as if the devil has carefully crafted bait, trying to use a gorgeous exterior to cover up its inherent evil nature.

Inside, the clay was coarse and porous, creating a stark and ironic contrast with the dazzling gold exterior.

The golden material was so unusual that everyone stared wide-eyed, practically pressing their faces against the "sculpture" to examine it closely.

Their eyes were filled with doubt and inquiry, yet they couldn't immediately discern what the material was.

If one did not know that these "sculptures" contained the corpses of innocent people, from the outside alone, these "sculptures" would be exquisitely crafted with smooth and natural lines.

Every detail seems to have been meticulously crafted by a skilled artisan, with perfect proportions and lifelike expressions.

If placed in an ordinary display area under bright light, it will surely attract everyone's attention.

It won the admiration and appreciation of the masses and became an artistic treasure in their eyes.

Yet now, in this cellar filled with sin and sorrow, a veritable hell on earth.

The people felt only deep compassion for the victims and a strong determination to uncover the truth and severely punish the perpetrators.

With everyone working together, the corpses were slowly removed one by one.

The corpses varied in degree of decomposition due to the different lengths of time they had been trapped in the cellar.

Some of the corpses were less decomposed, and their outlines could still be barely discerned. Although the skin had begun to change color, their former appearance was still recognizable.

But the putrid stench emanating from it was like an incredibly sharp dagger, piercing straight into everyone's nostrils.

It stimulates every olfactory nerve, making people grimace and vomit.

Some of the corpses were severely decomposed, unrecognizable, with muscle tissue beginning to liquefy and bones becoming faintly visible.

The stench emanating from it spread rapidly to every corner of the cellar like a surging, unstoppable tide.

The pungent smell, as if it possessed a life of its own, aggressively penetrated every pore of the crowd, relentlessly eroding their senses and nearly causing them to faint.

Finally, the last body was carefully carried out of the cellar by the group.

Ye Xingli and Lu Yunqi, exhausted and completely shrouded in stench, finally stepped out of this place filled with evil.

By this time, their bodies were completely "marinated" by the nauseating smell.

It was as if every inch of skin had become a source of stench, with that nauseating smell constantly seeping from the pores.

Each strand of hair seemed to be soaked in a putrid liquid, emitting a suffocating odor.

The smell, like a persistent, insidious ailment, clung tightly to them, refusing to leave, as if it had become a part of their bodies, constantly reminding them of what they had just experienced.

The two were already extremely anxious, their hearts filled with a desire for the truth and anger towards the murderer, and they were determined to go and interrogate the person who had committed the heinous crime as soon as possible.

But as soon as he lifted his foot to move, he was stopped by the soldiers with troubled expressions.

The officers and soldiers looked helpless, with fine beads of sweat on their foreheads, and explained with a tone of anxiety and sincerity.

"My lords, I am truly sorry, but the smell on you is simply too strong and pungent, making it unbearable!"

Although the prison is perpetually dark and damp, filled with a rotten smell, it is still relatively clean and tidy.

The jailers usually clean the place meticulously, and if the two gentlemen were to arrive covered in such a foul stench, the jailers would surely be driven to vomit on the spot.

Even those prisoners in the imperial jail who committed minor crimes, if they were released in the future, would inevitably have something to say about the image of the two lords.

At that point, the two officials will lose face and prestige among the people!

Upon hearing the soldiers' words, Ye Xingli and Lu Yunqi felt helpless and anxious, like ants on a hot pan, but they also knew that the soldiers' words were all reasonable.