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Waah!

The ghostly wails continued.

The entire old mansion was the other party's domain. Once the mansion's master developed murderous intent toward Chu He and the others, even Grave Arts could not stand against it.

"Old sir..."

Han Bingjie looked at Jiang Hua, his expression filled with pity.

The other party had been chanting nonstop, casting Grave Arts to resist the curse of that baby's crying.

Yet visibly, the red gemstone in Jiang Hua's hand was growing brighter and brighter!

This meant that his sanity had reached an extremely dangerous point. Perhaps he had already gone mad!

This was the "price" Grave Masters had to pay to resist graves!

Chu He pushed up his glasses, feeling that his life was already like a guttering candle in the wind, liable to go out at any moment.

But in the very next instant—

The ghostly wails abruptly ceased!

Jiang Hua froze, stopped chanting, and collapsed to the ground, falling unconscious.

"It's Brother Kui! He must have solved it!"

Han Bingjie was overjoyed. He pulled open the door, but his figure suddenly stopped.

He saw... hell!

One baby-like head after another, covered in all manner of ugliness and deformity, their skin coated in viscous liquid, were rapidly multiplying and swelling... They had almost piled up into a small mountain!

And before that little mountain, the back of a figure dressed in a security guard's uniform looked so upright, so glaring...

"Kid, you're pretty arrogant!"

Looking at the mutated Grave Infant, Zhong Shenxiu waved his hand and opened the clasp of the "Ominous Umbrella." "No... There's no way I'll allow anyone to be more arrogant than me in front of me!"

As the "Ominous Umbrella" opened, a swath of profound darkness emerged.

Without a sound, it spread across the entire old mansion.

Those roof