152. Terror

Anything that can cause Sulu's Inspiration to shrink on its own in fear is an extremely dangerous and terrifying thing!

The previous Lanny could never have done this.

"It's not Lanny, but... a terrifying disguise in the Ancient Mansion!"

In a flash, Sulu took a step back, completely leaving the area of the Ancient Mansion.

Seeing Lanny's Evil Spirit appear, Malik was somewhat excited, grasping the container holding Lanny's finger bone. "With your bones... I curse you! I curse your spirit to perish!"

Originally, Evil Spirit were elusive, even originating from the Spirit World, making them difficult to capture, let alone eliminate.

Being forced to appear in the real world now is the best opportunity imaginable!

Under his incantation, ' Lanny's' ghost stopped in its tracks, and a look of intense pain appeared on its face.

"Superior!"

Seeing this, the Gray brothers exchanged a glance, then split up to surround the enemy from the left and right, each throwing a punch.

Their career path is quite unique; they are [Monk]!

Starting as a [Apprentice] in the magic system, yet possessing formidable melee combat abilities.

After performing rituals such as ' Holy Fist Blessing ' and ' Meditation Buff ', their fists had transformed into extraordinary weapons, capable of harming spirits.

But Sulu felt that although the two brothers didn't know where they got the advancement information from, they definitely couldn't reach the [Monk] level!

For ordinary first and second-tier extraordinary individuals, a third-tier expert-level extraordinary profession is a threshold.

Furthermore, upon taking up a job, one often encounters some unusual requests.

For example, a third-tier [Monk] requires the applicant to undergo Ascetic training, and there are even requirements such as a simple lifestyle and a kind heart.

While not mandatory, this does affect the probability of a successful promotion!

There is a probability of failure when indigenous people attempt to advance in rank.

Only improvements to the Attribute Panel guarantee a 100% success rate.

These two brothers, by all accounts, seem completely out of place with the simple and kind-hearted [Monk].

Even so, their [Fist Fighter] are not to be underestimated. Although their fighting skills are not as good as those of pure [Fighter], they have a special talent for dealing with evil creatures.

Bang! Bang!

A faint white light seemed to flash from their fists, piercing through the void and creating two large holes in Lanny's ghost.

"Drink!"

With a roar, ' Lanny's' ghost exploded and vanished completely.

"It's a success!"

Malik said happily.

The opponent was only a second-tier [Evil Spirit], not an immortal Cursed Spirit. The chances of survival after being attacked by three second-tier professionals were very small.

"Unexpectedly, this mission was so easy. Let's leave..."

He smiled at the Gray brothers, then glared fiercely at Sulu, who had 'backed down', preparing to report them to his employer when he got back.

But at that moment, he noticed that Sulu's eyes were filled with terror as he looked at them, and he retreated repeatedly.

"What you do?"

He stretched out his right hand, pointing at Sulu, only to find that his voice had become incredibly dry and hoarse, like that of an old corpse that had just been dug up.

Furthermore, although it was only a step away from the door, that step seemed to be under a spatial spell, becoming infinitely distant.

Light and darkness, separated by a door, become incomparably distinct.

"What happened?"

The Gray brothers also realized something was wrong.

They stared in astonishment at their hands, finding them covered in spores, layer upon layer, with tumors emerging one after another, and cried out in terror.

"Is this... a curse? Toxin? This Ancient Mansion... harbors a terrible danger..."

Malik couldn't help but feel a little regretful; he had been too careless.

They thought that with the protective measures in place, they could enter this Ancient Mansion that didn't seem too dangerous.

Little did he know, the terrifying truth hidden within was something he could never have foreseen!

"I command... that my body be three meters in circumference, for the sake of purity!"

In the face of danger, Malik disregarded everything else, took out a handful of white sand from his spellcasting materials, and scattered it around.

Accompanied by a spell, a burst of white light appeared within a three-meter radius, with an effect similar to a 'purification spell'.

But it didn't work!

Malik suddenly looked at his hands and saw that granulation tissue was rapidly emerging on the surface of his skin, waving as if it had its own life.

An overwhelming sense of exhaustion suddenly overwhelmed me.

It even felt like there was a tumor growing in my throat, and I couldn't say a word.

"Hehe..."

He coughed, making unintelligible sounds.

This is no longer just ordinary poison or curse; it's something far more terrifying... an unsolvable horror!

"Help... help us..."

Before Malik, the Gray brothers screamed in agony, their lower limbs melting as if they were wax figures, barely managing to utter cries for help.

Second-tier extraordinary professionals, who could be considered elites in the mysterious realm, were now utterly powerless to resist, as if they had become two ordinary people.

In the end, they turned into a pool of rotting flesh on the ground, with countless spores parasitizing them.

Malik suddenly fell silent, repeatedly taking out Curio and potions to swallow or sprinkle, and desperately rushed towards the door.

"Help... help me!"

He reached out to Sulu for help.

Unfortunately, what was originally just a step away has now become an inescapable distance, as if the carpet beneath our feet knows how to retreat indefinitely.

Finally, Malik collapsed, one hand resting on the threshold.

Whoosh!

His flesh and blood rapidly dissipated, detaching from his bones, transforming into a strange, blood-red puppet that seemed to be manipulated by something, and willingly walked towards the depths of the villa.

Only a skeletal hand, full of imaginative meaning, remained, maintaining its final, struggling form.

Snap!

The two wooden doors slowly closed, crushing the bone hand into powder.

"Call..."

Outside the Ancient Mansion, Sulu watched this scene with equal trepidation. "This is terrifying... This level of horror is ten times greater than last night's!"

If he still had some interest in exploring the one from last night, he would definitely turn around and leave after encountering this one today.

This was a terror that was beyond his comprehension!

At least at the third rank or higher!

"Why is this happening? Could it be because it changes depending on the person entering...?"

"Is it because... yesterday it was a spirit, and today it's a living person?"

Sulu kept guessing. "And what about Lanny? Why can he come and go freely? Is it because the Ancient Mansion has requirements for those who enter, that they must be [Necro-Spirit] professionals?"

"So how did he transform in the first place? Was it because of this Black Forest?"

The more he pondered, the more he felt there were too many secrets.

However, one thing is certain.

"Give up... This is beyond my current capabilities."

Without further hesitation, Sulu turned and left. "This mission... I'm giving up."

He wasn't the kind of person who knowingly charged into danger.

With the Attribute Panel at his disposal and the [Planeswalker] class legacy, finding the [Dream Master] advancement information would pose no difficulty whatsoever for him.

It's unwise to take too much risk for a little profit!