The hall's layout was much the same.
The moment Jiang Qiao and the others emerged, a foul-smelling mass of yellow mud came hurtling toward them. Before either of the two men could act, Lin Jia struck first with her blade.
Splat!
Splat!
Splat!
The yellow mud immediately broke apart and scattered across the floor. But before she could withdraw her blade, it writhed back together like worms and crawled toward their feet!
"What is this thing?" Lin Jia's expression remained unchanged as she slashed again.
At the same time.
A female corpse appeared beside her, dressed in white and drenched from head to toe. Her face was deathly pale, her eyes had been gouged out, and she stood there letting out an eerie, unfathomable laugh.
"Hehehehe—"
A ghost's crying was nothing to fear.
Its laughter was!
Some kind of curse reverberated through the hall with the female corpse's laughter. Rather than weakening, the echoes intertwined, layering over one another. The yellow mud, which had been slashed apart again, immediately fell still under the curse.
It became nothing more than puddles of sludge.
"That was pretty tough to deal with." Although she had destroyed the sinister thing, Lin Jia was somewhat startled.
Because this yellow mud was not the evil spirit's true body.
It was merely a sinister thing split off from it.
The actual evil spirit stood in the center of the hall. It was an old grave of yellow mud, a meter high. Corpse water and black blood constantly seeped from its foul-smelling soil, flowing everywhere.
It was hard to imagine.
What sort of thing had been buried in that old grave.
And around the grave.
Three armed Awakened kept circling it as though trapped by a ghost wall. As they walked, they attacked frantically, seemingly fighting some terrifying