It was a hoarse voice, interspersed with the croaking of a frog, that made their heads faintly ache.
Luo Yuan, Di Ping, and the others knitted their brows, their faces strained. Their heads throbbed painfully, leaving them in intense discomfort.
Seeing this, Ke Meng immediately put the Bone Whistle in his mouth and drew in a breath, ending the Dead Conversation Ritual.
The Bone Whistle hummed, and the butler collapsed to the floor with a thud.
At this point, the butler should have closed his mouth and eyes and returned to stillness.
But his mouth did not close, and his eyes remained wide open as hoarse sounds continued to issue from his throat.
The voice was chaotic and agonizing, every syllable provoking a sense of aversion.
Every so often, his voice shifted into croaks. They grew louder and louder, striking their hearts like a heavy hammer.
Ke Meng grabbed the old butler's wallet and stuffed it into his mouth, shoving it right down toward his throat. The sound immediately dropped by half.
"Everyone, fall back!" Ke Meng shouted over his shoulder.
Ke Meng's voice was loud, and with the old butler's croaking muffled by half, many of the others regained their senses and ran back without hesitation.
Luo Yuan wanted to grab Ke Meng and pull him back, but Ke Meng shook his head. "Don't worry about me. Get back first."
"If you can't handle it, crush the Teleportation Stone," Luo Yuan reminded him before leaving, dragging away a colleague whose face was contorted with distress.
Tangyuan picked up the remaining people and quickly carried them out of the swimming pool room.
Once they were outside, the sound grew a little quieter. Fine beads of sweat covered the faces of those who had been struggling, and their expressions finally cleared.