Copper Coffin Evil Ghost

Han Su naturally knew what to do at such a critical moment.

Cut off their hands. These monsters had all sorts of strange characteristics. If he slashed down, not only was it uncertain if he could even cut into them or cut them off, but just provoking them could lead to big trouble.

Cutting his own hand meant fewer considerations, only a bit of pain.

Even if he couldn't cut it off, when the monster pulled him into the coffin, there was still hope of breaking free or landing a finishing blow.

Very meticulous.

"Swish!"

All calculations happened in an instant. Just as he instinctively slashed his own wrist, the monster reaching out from the coffin seemed to sense something and abruptly retracted back inside.

The retraction was too sudden, and its sharp claws instantly drew a vertical line across the back of Han Su's hand.

Forming a cross with the previous horizontal line, a wound that bled profusely.

Han Su reacted extremely quickly. As he stumbled backward, he shifted his blade forward, striking the coffin and sending sparks flying.

He paused for a moment, then disregarded everything else. With the key in his mouth, he bolted out of the room without looking back.

Inside, he thought frantically, "The door, that door should appear..."

As expected, just like a promise every time he was in despair, the door marked "EXIT" appeared bizarrely at the end of the dark corridor...

But at this moment, from the coffin he had left behind, a strange sound seemed to erupt. The flames of the two candles in the room flickered as if influenced by an unseen force, casting distorted shadows everywhere.

Along the sides of the corridor, the bronze statues that had been shaken out of the walls suddenly emitted a dense scraping sound, like scales rubbing against each other.

Suddenly, a flat-headed snake, reeking of fish, lunged at Han Su's face.

In a flash, Han Su, relying on his extraordinary reflexes, caught a glimpse. It was clearly a statue, yet it was a living snake, opening its fanged mouth and lunging at his face.

And it wasn't just one. From the bronze armor lining the corridor, more snakes emerged, flicking their tails and leaping into the air.

They swarmed, forming a net before him.

"Damn it!"

Han Su's heart tensed. He quickly waved his arms, fending off the snakes crawling onto him, and without further hesitation, raised his palm.

He pressed it forward and shouted, "Sic erat in abysso!"

He had wanted to test if this spell would work in the ancient castle for a long time, but he didn't want to attract any unnecessary trouble. Only at this critical juncture did he risk everything and utter it.

If it worked, great.

If not, it would at least boost his courage.

"Buzz!"

The moment the ancient fishing horn sound was recited, Han Su once again felt the spiritual power in his mind surge and churn, as if something too quiet had become "alive" due to the fluctuation, becoming clearly perceptible.

Then, as if naturally, it seeped out from the position of his right eye.

Rolling ripples suddenly spread out in all directions.

The bronze snakes, which had leaped into the air, stiff and grotesque, seemed to be bound in mid-air by an unseen force the moment they appeared before Han Su.

Some of the bronze snakes twisted strangely, clattering as they fell to the ground.

Did the spell work?

Han Su even felt a moment of surprise: Why could he use this ability when his eyes weren't injured by the monster?

He felt a sense of strangeness, as if he had touched upon a very important secret, but his spiritual power was rapidly draining as he recited the incantation, leaving his mind feeling hollow. There was no time to ponder further.

As he chanted the spell, he strode forward.

"Creak, creak, creak..."

As Han Su passed through the corridor, layers of distorted ripples spread through the air, as if moisture had seeped into the walls on either side.

The bronze statues inlaid in the walls on both sides actually straightened up, squeezing out dirt and dust. Even their hollow eyes faintly glowed with an eerie red light, as if they were mechanical monsters awakened from slumber.

Those eerie eyes stared intently at Han Su, and their arms even showed signs of slowly rising.

But they hadn't moved in so long that their joints were rusted, making their movements slow.

"What's going on here?"

Han Su could clearly feel the spiritual ripples emanating from his right eye being absorbed by these bronze armored figures.

Were they reviving using his spiritual power?

This made him even more nervous, but fortunately, he was already forcing his dizzy head to bear the strain. He was about to pass through the corridor littered with bronze snakes and reach the door that represented hope.

He held the key tightly in his hand, absolutely determined not to let it drop again.

However, this time, since it wasn't taken from the Pale Giant, the key had no slime on it, and it didn't seem to have that consciousness of wanting to escape his grasp.

With a few strides, he reached the door and raised his palm, about to insert the key into the keyhole.

But at that moment, Han Su's gaze happened to sweep over something, and his entire body froze.

On this fifth floor, near the end of the corridor, there was another solitary small room. It wasn't large and had two candles lit inside. It was evident that there had originally been an iron door, tightly secured by intricate mechanical devices.

But now, that iron door, due to the changes in the corridor's objects caused by his chanting, had become loose, along with the mechanical devices.

A crack had opened, and within it, half a face, terrified, stared back at him.

Holy crap!

Whose kid is this?

Han Su froze for a moment before his heart began to pound.

There was a chosen child on the fifth floor too.

The spell he recited had driven his spiritual power to penetrate, and this spiritual power's penetration had triggered the revival of the bronze armor on the walls, allowing him to see this child imprisoned on the fifth floor?

In his haste, he couldn't recall who the child sent to the fifth floor was, as some children were sent up directly by the butler.

He was locked in this room, and his unintentional chanting had actually opened this door?

Time seemed to stop.

Looking at those terrified yet hopeful eyes, Han Su's heart pounded, his blood surging into his brain with a frantic force.

Should he casually insert the key and escape before the monsters behind him completely blocked the corridor, or...

"Come here!"

Han Su didn't have much time to think. He stopped abruptly, almost stumbling, then quickly turned and glanced down the corridor.

The bronze snakes on the floor were still writhing, even trying to slither again, and three or five of the bronze armor figures on the walls had eyes glowing with an eerie red light. Their hunched bodies straightened, gradually reaching full revival.

But there was still time, just a little time...

Without wasting any time on thought, Han Su stepped forward, kicked open the door, and without a second thought, grabbed the hand of the long-haired child and pulled her to his side.

Then, holding her under his arm, he dodged, evading the extending bronze arms, and holding his breath, rushed to the door.

Clutching the small body, he inserted the key into the lock that represented hope.

He no longer cared about the reawakened bronze snakes and the reviving bronze armor figures behind him. Whether it was death or life, Han Su just held her tightly and inserted the key.

Click

The key slid into the lock, turned, and he heard the beautiful sound.

Han Su used all his strength to push open the door, feeling a cold wind blow in and brush against his face.

Without even looking outside, he tumbled out, holding the soft, small body in his arms.

Inside the ancient castle, the revived bronze armor figures were slowly raising their hands, their eyes flashing with an eerie red light, fixed on the direction Han Su had fled.

Slowly, slowly, they raised their hands to chest level, then slowly bowed towards the one who had awakened them.

Unfortunately, Han Su had already slipped away.

The moment he broke free from the iron door's restraint, a sense of weightlessness washed over him.

He felt himself falling from the fifth floor, as if he were about to crash to his death in the bunker's stone-paved courtyard, but his mind suddenly felt a moment of disorientation.

White light pierced his eyes. Han Su was silent for a few seconds before he could see everything before him.

He was now in a room at the Disaster Management Bureau base, surrounded by huge, expensive speakers. The strange, chaotic sound had stopped. Standing before him was Zhang Chiguo with a peculiar expression, a capable man in a black suit, and a staff member wearing glasses.

Their gazes all fell upon him with a shared strangeness, even a look as if they were staring at a monster:

"When playing the 'Ruins Whisper,' some couldn't bear it and went mad, while others had such high inspiration that they heard too many effective spells and their brains couldn't contain it, exploding directly."

"Some resisted the entire time, their bodies stiff, and some didn't know how to protect themselves and were contaminated on the spot..."

"..."

Beside Zhang Chiguo, the staff member with glasses looked at Han Su in amazement: "But you're the first one to fall asleep while listening, little handsome guy..."