From the moment he decided to go underwater, Yu Xing had expected to see these temple ruins at the bottom of the river again.
In the world of the opera stage, the siren had been brought to these ruins in a wedding dress and forced to kneel in the open space before the temple for a while. That was when he realized that the "Ye" in Ye River referred to this place.
Back in familiar territory, Yu Xing looked up at the shattered building. Beneath the calm, he sensed that the danger had only grown.
He tried to sense the rotten plants buried here, but there were only a few dead branches nearby. No roots or branches he could make use of, as if something had drained all the nutrients from the entire "underground."
Even his pure perceptive abilities couldn't reach beyond the temple. The moment his senses neared the building, they vanished without a trace, like a drop of water falling into the vast ocean.
Even Yu Xing couldn't peer past the broken walls to investigate what lay inside the temple. That meant... the others were probably just like him, forced to enter the River Haunt's "lair" knowing nothing.
Song Xue moved closer on her eight octopus tentacles. Her cool voice echoed through the unnaturally quiet space. "Be careful. The pollution here is extremely strong. Put these on."
She handed a ring to each person. After a moment's thought, she withdrew her hand before Yu Xing and said, "You can see the system description. These are mediums that can transfer mental pollution. Once worn, they'll absorb the pollution the wearer suffers for half an hour, then transfer it to me."
This was pure self-sacrifice for others. Although the siren knew that the only big shot in the entire deduction