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The various faces on the mural, stained with hot blood, seemed to come alive, revealing greedy and satisfied smiles.

The disciple fell to the ground, his body convulsing, still chuckling, until he finally breathed his last.

A deathly silence enveloped everyone.

"He's possessed! He's possessed!"

Panic continued to spread among the crowd.

"Shut up!"

Chen Qian's cold shout was like ice water, instantly extinguishing the voices that were trying to continue spreading.

That soft laughter seemed to still echo in the narrow space, carrying both childlike innocence and a ghostly emptiness, sending chills down one's spine.

Xuan Yin Chang's face was gloomy. He quickly pulled out a crumpled yellow talisman from his sleeve.

With a flick of the fingertips, the talisman spontaneously combusted, emitting wisps of smoke carrying the scents of mugwort and sulfur.

The smoke from the burning talismans drifted through the gaps and passed by everyone; the smell of the smoke made them slightly more alert.

"It's an evil spirit." Xuan Yin's voice was hoarse as he stared at the murals of tortured people on the wall that seemed to still be breathing slightly.

"Over the years, resentment seeped into the stone marrow, and nourished by the evil spirits of this place, it gave birth to an evil spirit that attached itself to the painting and disturbed the souls of the living."

"Don't look, don't think, don't believe, keep your mind focused, and go!"

Upon hearing this, everyone felt a chill run down their spines and quickly looked away.

I dared not look into the eyes in the mural any longer, and my steps quickened involuntarily, as if I wanted to escape as soon as possible.

Xuan Yin remained silent for a long time, then took out a handful of glutinous rice from his pocket and threw it fiercely against the wall.

"Sizzle sizzle"

When glutinous rice was poured onto the mural, it actually emitted plumes of black smoke, as if it were being scalded onto a red-hot iron plate.

The faces on those murals seemed to be contorted in pain, emitting even more piercing screams.

"Save me... I don't want to die..."

"Kill him...kill him and you'll be free..."

The chaotic and noisy sounds penetrated everyone's ears, and even covering their ears was of no use.

"Ah! Get away! Stop bothering me!"

A burly man from a martial arts school suddenly went berserk, swinging his copper staff at his companion.

His eyes were bloodshot, clearly indicating that he was experiencing hallucinations.

His companion cried out and dodged, but was still hit on the shoulder and knocked against the wall.

The area is closed.

Chen Qian stood in the center of the crowd, his eyes closed and his brows furrowed.

Even with the aid of mental and physical skills, he felt dizzy, as if countless steel needles were pricking his brain.

Especially when it comes to auditory recognition, the sound becomes even more acute.

Now only those who have ignited the fire in their hearts can maintain their composure; for the rest, it is even more difficult.

Chen Qian suddenly opened his eyes wide, as if he had discovered something, and kept exploring the tunnel from top to bottom.

Finally, as if he had discovered something, he shouted loudly:

"It's not a painting! It's a sound!"

"This mural is just a decoy; the real killer is the echo in this passageway!"

He pointed to the stalactites hanging overhead and some inconspicuous small holes on the rock walls on both sides.

"Sound passing through these holes and stalactites creates special frequencies that can disturb the mind and induce hallucinations! The ghostly figures in the painting are actually distracting us!"

"sound?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Feng immediately realized what was happening:

"How do we break this?"

Chen Qian spoke very quickly: "Plugging your ears won't help, this is vibration."

"The source of the sound must be destroyed! Everyone attack those holes and stalactites! Smash them all!"

"good!"

Although Wang Meng and Lei Zhen couldn't understand any frequencies, they were good at smashing things.

"Smash it for me!"

Everyone who could still control themselves attacked simultaneously, unleashing a storm of blades and clubs like a tempestuous tempest.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Pebbles flew everywhere, and stalactites broke apart.

As the holes were destroyed, the eerie shrieks that had filled the passageway began to become chaotic and low-pitched.

The demonic sound that seemed to penetrate the very marrow of the brain also weakened.

A few people who couldn't control their minds gradually slowed down, and a sliver of clarity returned to their eyes, followed by a face full of terror and lingering fear.

"It's not over yet."

Chen Qian did not let his guard down, staring at the still bottomless tunnel ahead.

"This passageway is too long, and..."

He frowned and said, "We've been walking for so long, but the terrain has been going downhill the whole time. If this slope continues, we're at least a hundred feet underground by now."

"A hundred feet underground?" Zhao Feng exclaimed in surprise.

Lei Zhen, Wang Meng, and the others all looked over.

Chen Qian said seriously, "There's no other way. We must move forward and cannot delay any longer."

The team regrouped and continued their journey.

This time everyone learned their lesson and damaged the rock walls on both sides as they walked. Although it was strenuous, it was safer.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the space ahead finally changed.

At the end of the passageway, a huge bronze door appeared.

The door was three zhang tall, covered in rust and carved with countless hideous ghost faces, and the cracks were tightly closed.

"Have we arrived?" Wang Meng asked excitedly.

"Don't rush."

Chen Qian stopped the crowd that wanted to step forward.

He walked to the bronze door, but instead of pushing it open, he pressed his ear against it and listened.

Under the sense of hearing.

Behind the door, it was very quiet; there wasn't a sound.

"Brother, how is it?" Zhao Feng asked in a low voice, his knife already damp with sweat.

"It's too quiet."

Chen Qian shook his head, about to speak, when his ear suddenly twitched.

"rustle"

This time, the sound didn't come from behind the door, but from the passageway behind them!

The sounds were dense and rapid, like countless snakes slithering across the ground, or like thousands of sharp claws scratching at the rock face.

Along with it came a nauseating, pungent fishy smell that could be detected from a great distance.

"Oh no! It's a horde of corpse beetles! And those ghost spiders too!"

Chen Qian's expression changed drastically.

Everyone was shocked and looked back.

Lei Zhen was also filled with shock and anger: "They've caught up! How come those beasts have such a keen sense of smell? Why don't they chase after those bastards from the Wang family?"

"There's no time!"

Chen Qian made a quick decision and pointed to the bronze door:

"Whatever's behind the door is better than the swarm of insects behind us! Open the door!"

"open!"

Without further ado, the dozen or so men slammed their fists against the bronze door, unleashing their full power.

"Open it!"

They roared in unison, veins bulging on their arms, as if they were using every ounce of strength they had.

Those who did not step forward were on high alert, ready to deal with whatever was behind them and beyond the bronze door at any moment.

Chen Qian kept casting hexagrams with his left hand, but fortunately, the hexagram that foretells certain death did not appear.

He secretly placed his right hand on the Li family's ashes, ready to fight desperately at any moment.

"Crunch"

Like a bronze door hinge that has been heavy for a hundred years, it made a scraping sound and slowly opened inward.

The crack in the door widened little by little, and a musty, ancient smell wafted out.

At the same time, in the passageway behind them, a dark swarm of insects surged forth like a tsunami, with countless red eyes flashing in the darkness.

"fast forward!"

Chen Qian shouted, and only followed after someone rushed in first.

No one dared to delay; like sheep being chased by wolves, they scrambled to squeeze through the crack in the door.

The sight of the horde of corpse beetles and spiders behind him was enough to send chills down one's spine.

"Bang!"

As the last person rushed in, the bronze door slammed shut with the combined efforts of everyone.

Although some carrion beetles and spiders still managed to get through, no casualties were caused thanks to the combined efforts of both sides.

"Sizzle!"

A series of sounds came from outside the door, as if countless evil spirits were howling wildly outside.