Bang!
The doors to Old Village's Ancestral Shrine Hall burst open, and a group of people stumbled inside.
The village shrine consisted of two parts: a large terrace outside, where the villagers usually discussed matters, and the Ancestral Shrine Hall, which housed the memorial tablets of their ancestors.
"Damn it! What the hell were those things just now?!"
"Did you see the color of their clothes? Don't tell me they were more Blood-Clad Ghosts!"
"Only a Blood-Clad Ghost can make another Blood-Clad Ghost wary. Two more of them! No wonder Grandmaster Zhou lost contact after entering this place."
"It's over. It's all over..."
The group broke down completely. They could see no hope of surviving.
Originally, after entering the shrine gates and shaking off the female ghost, they had not intended to venture any farther.
But not long ago, something else had happened.
Sobbing came from the darkness. A mute woman whose mouth had been sewn shut was crying. Her cries were so mournful that they became entranced despite themselves, and even wanted to approach her and ask whether she needed help.
Just then, an icy gust swept past their backs, and one of their teammates screamed at the top of his lungs.
Snapping out of the crying's spell, they saw that their teammate's lower body was a bloody mess. One of his legs was gone.
In the darkness, a limping old man ran away at astonishing speed, holding something in his arms.
They were all stunned with terror. Once they recovered, their skin crawled as they realized they could not stay here, so they tried to run outside again.
But the figures holding shrouds reappeared in the darkness, watching them hungrily.
Though they were certainly less terrifying than the mutilated ghosts inside the shrine, the distinction meant little to