Old Sun's face was covered in slime, a bloody mess, and right under Da Zhu's nose, it slowly melted like a candle.
Clatter
Da Zhu clearly heard the sticky sound of the nose hitting the ground.
"I can't see..." Old Sun's voice became blank. He knelt on the ground and reached out to pick it up, but only grabbed a handful of stench and rot. He didn't care and smeared it on his face, making his eyes and mouth look like nothing at all.
His facial features had returned to a festering mess, leaving only his still-moving eyeballs, unobstructed by eyelids, staring blankly at Da Zhu.
" Da Zhu, come quickly and check if it's properly installed!"
As he spoke, Old Sun took a few steps closer to Da Zhu.
"Don't come any closer!" Da Zhu instinctively dodged backward, but his back slammed hard against the stone wall that connected to the next room.
His face was deathly pale, his pupils trembling as he watched Old Sun rub his face, hearing his tone gradually turn resentful and unwilling.
" Da Zhu, Da Zhu... it's you who ruined me like this..."
" Da Zhu... give me back my face!"
"Give it back to me!!"
Old Sun suddenly sprang up, his bloodied hands reaching for Da Zhu's neck.
"Ah! No... I didn't expect this!"
The instinct for survival brought Da Zhu back to his senses. He shoved Old Sun aside and ran forward like a madman, yelling, "Help!!"
Da Zhu's cries for help were shrill and desperate. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Old Sun following closely behind, seemingly about to be caught at any moment.
"Help! Jiang Nuo!"
Da Zhu scrambled to Jiang Nuo's side, shouting, " Jiang Nuo! Old Sun has become..."
His words were abruptly cut off, and he stood frozen in place, staring in despair at Jiang Nuo and the others who were slowly turning their heads.
It has no face.
They had no facial features, their faces were covered with rotting flesh, as if their heads were filled with tumors, with blood and pus flowing down.
Suddenly, the piece of flesh burst open and uttered human words.
What's wrong with Old Sun?
Da Zhu trembled even more violently, and in his trembling fear, he felt a cold, sticky body against his back—it was Old Sun.
What's wrong with me?
Old Sun's voice was chilling.
"Aaaaaah!"
The string of reason in Da Zhu's mind snapped completely, and he let out a trembling, broken scream. He took off running with all his might, his desire to survive reaching its peak.
But the tunnel seemed to stretch on forever.
Da Zhu ran until his lips were cracked and his breath felt like swallowing a knife, but he still couldn't see the light.
But the flashlight was almost out of power.
The emitted light grew weaker and weaker, from illuminating a distance of half a meter to a faint glow of only a few centimeters.
Da Zhu fell heavily to the ground, his festering wounds soaked in mucus. He was in so much pain that he was covered in sweat, but he could only bite his cracked lips tightly, afraid to make a sound.
The fear brought by darkness was most vividly displayed at this moment.
Da Zhu didn't even dare to look up, afraid of seeing some ghostly figure.
He timidly and hesitantly got up and hunched over as he moved forward. Suddenly, his downcast eyes caught sight of a pair of shoes.
A pair of dark red embroidered shoes, as if soaked in blood.
Da Zhu nearly screamed, but when she opened her mouth, she realized she didn't even have the courage to make a sound; only endless fear enveloped her.
He slowly, very slowly raised his head.
bite!
A bell rang.
Da Zhu's teeth chattered as he stared at the scene before him, a scene that would terrify anyone.
He finally reached the end of the passageway, but a dark red bridal sedan chair stood there, blocking his way.
A dim, fluorescent light emanated from around the bridal sedan chair. The curtains parted without a breeze, revealing a corpse dressed in a wedding gown, her body covered by a veil.
Only the feet hanging on the ground were bare, pale, and particularly jarring.
The embroidered shoes were at Da Zhu's feet, the toes pointing towards the bridal sedan chair, their dark red surfaces stained with blood.
Da Zhu struggled to breathe, his heart pounded as if it would leave his chest, and his mind was gripped by fear, rendering him incapable of thinking.
Suddenly! A cold hand patted Da Zhu's shoulder.
" Da Zhu... have you found my nose and eyes?"
Old Sun's voice was cold and eerie, his aura as chilling as the viscous fluid that covered the stone walls.
" Da Zhu? Da Zhu!"
Old Sun frantically shook Da Zhu's suddenly stiff body.
"Something terrible has happened! Da Zhu is in trouble!"
He roared, and Jiang Nuo and Si Yan, who were walking in front, turned around again. Seeing Da Zhu's unconscious expression of holding his breath until his face turned ashen, they were both slightly shocked.
"Hold your breath, there's something wrong with the air here."
Jiang Nuo quickly gave instructions, and a talisman appeared around her finger. Just as she was about to stick it on Da Zhu's forehead, she saw Da Zhu suddenly open his eyes, his pupils unfocused and filled with bright fear.
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"
Da Zhu waved his arms, seemingly trying to shoo something away, then grabbed a handful of air from the ground and threw it forcefully to the ground.
" Da Zhu! Where are you going?!"
Old Sun watched in bewilderment as Da Zhu turned and ran, as if he had finally seen some hope. Little did he know that in Da Zhu's eyes, after the bridal sedan chair disappeared, a bright glimmer of light finally appeared at the end of the passageway.
"Chase!" Jiang Nuo and the others immediately gave chase.
The deeper they went into the passageway, the stronger the eerie atmosphere became. Jiang Nuo had initially suspected that the ghost living inside was extremely malevolent, and that if he were to eat another Da Zhu, his strength would surely increase exponentially.
After running forward for a while, Da Zhu suddenly stopped.
He stared at the light with near-obsession, his hand trembling as he reached out to touch it. Overwhelmed by fear, his consciousness blurred, leaving only one thought.
Escape, escape to where there is light.
He found it.
However, this action appeared extremely dangerous to Jiang Nuo and the other four who arrived shortly afterward.
That wasn't light at all; it was a white-clad demon, its fleshy back connected to the stone wall, oozing a slimy substance.
Si Yan's gaze shifted downwards, and he saw the token hanging from the fierce ghost's waist. It was the same as the ghost zombie in the tomb, both being guardian spirits.
call out!
Jiang Nuo shot out a flying needle from her sleeve, which pierced straight into Da Zhu's arm acupoint, forcing him to fall to the ground in pain. His arm, which was about to touch the fierce ghost, hung limply.
At the same time, the red rope flew out and pulled Da Zhu back before the fierce ghost could swallow it.
"Let me go!! Let me go! I need to escape!"
Da Zhu was captured by the vengeful ghost, and his despair deepened. He roared as he tried to touch the light he had finally found.
Jiang Nuo found him annoying, so she knocked him unconscious with a karate chop and handed him over to Old Sun.
The ghost's scheme failed, and enraged, it glared at Jiang Nuo, seemingly wanting to turn him into its second meal.
But when Jiang Nuo swung the red rope, which was brimming with Spiritual Power, it suddenly disappeared without a trace.
Old Sun dared not move, holding Da Zhu and hiding in a corner, watching them fight the ghosts.
Song Zheng tossed a gun to Zhang Lin, and the two of them, back to back, cautiously scanned the surrounding stone walls.
The white-clad ghost's movements are unpredictable; it is neither a corpse nor a soul, and can suddenly appear at any moment, only to disappear again just before being attacked.
Neither the talisman nor the red rope in Jiang Nuo's hand could cause him any harm.