Chapter 124 Don't go up there! It's a trap!

"run!"

Zhou Wei practically screamed as he hoisted the unconscious Director Wang onto his shoulder, yelling, "Run uphill! Forget about the direction!"

Lin Huairou and Liu Xiuyuan scrambled towards the vertical passageway below the crack in the ceiling. Several rusted ventilation ducts and electrical wires hung down there, barely enough to climb.

Fu Qinghuai grabbed Xie Xun, who was about to follow, and said, "Xun Xun Xun! Don't go up! That's a trap!"

Xie Xun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked up at the bottomless vertical passage.

Deep within the passage, the faint green light was rising slowly and deliberately, with a playful, cat-and-mouse-like quality.

The walls of the passage were covered with wet handprints and scratches, stretching all the way into the unknown darkness above.

"It's not trying to overtake us,"

Fu Qinghuai's peach blossom eyes narrowed, and his voice was extremely low, "It's trying to force us into an even smaller 'cage'! It's folded the space of this building; if we run upwards, we might fall directly back to the bottom of the water!"

As if to confirm his words, a loud "plop" sound came from the darkness of the vertical passageway above, followed by a short, desperate scream of someone being submerged in the liquid.

They were none of them, yet they were exceptionally clear.

Are they other "things" that were previously trapped in this building?

"What should we do?!" Lin Huairou shouted anxiously, hanging from a pipe.

Below, the resentment that had merged with all the pent-up anger had broken free from the interference of the exorcism and was crawling up from the ground on all fours, their bodies twisted and deformed like a group of soaking wet spiders, swarming towards them.

Under the dim green light, their shadows were stretched long and twisted, dancing wildly on the wall.

Xie Xun's gaze swept rapidly across the area.

The archives were completely sealed off, and his gaze suddenly fixed on a corner of the room.

The iron chain that "Ah Chan" dragged in before, which is now empty.

One end of the chain was still tied to the ankle of the unconscious Ah-Can, while the other end, which was originally connected to Lin Huairou and Liu Xiuyuan, was now loose on the ground, soaking in the viscous black water.

The chain extends in a strange arc across the ground, eventually disappearing in front of what appears to be a complete wall.

"The wall is fake!"

Xie Xun instantly understood, "The chain can pass through it! There's a way out behind it!"

But in front of that wall stood a fused monster.

Their bodies were half-melted, stuck together, forming a writhing wall of flesh. Features belonging to Liu Xiaoyue and the seven child souls appeared alternately on their faces as they guarded that spot.

"Fu Qinghuai, make way for me!" Xie Xun shouted in a low voice.

At the same time, he pressed the yellow talisman into his palm, forming a thin but strong beam of light that shot straight toward the suspicious wall!

The moment the beam of light touched the wall, the surface rippled like water, vaguely revealing what lay behind it.

It's an old, dusty, maintenance staircase that extends downwards!

There really is a path! And it might be a passage leading to the exterior of the building or other underground exits!

"Stop them—!" Eight overlapping shrieks erupted from the wall of flesh!

The three fused entities lunged forward, their arms outstretched, their fingertips dripping corrosive black water, causing the ground to sizzle wherever they passed.

Fu Qinghuai's eyes flashed with murderous intent. This time, he did not use black energy for defense or restraint.

He rushed forward.

The black energy condensed in his hands into two solid short blades, their blades wrapped with dark red patterns, the essence of his thousand years of malevolent energy and soul power.

The short blades slashed out in a crisscrossing motion!

There was no sound.

The movement of the three fused beings lunging forward was frozen in an instant.

Countless fine black cracks appeared on their bodies, and then, like shattered porcelain, they shattered into countless sticky black fragments, scattering all over the ground.

But every piece of flesh was writhing frantically, trying to come together again.

And from the depths of the passage, the faint green light of the lanterns suddenly drew closer!

The terrifying pressure was like a tangible seawater rushing in, making it difficult for everyone to breathe!

"Walk!"

Fu Qinghuai turned around, grabbed Xie Xun, and pushed him towards the wall where the ripples had not yet subsided. "I'll cover your retreat!"

"No!" Xie Xun grabbed his wrist with his other hand.

"obedient!"

Fu Qinghuai was unusually stern, his peach blossom eyes fixed on him, but a hint of barely perceptible anxiety lurked deep within them. "It can sense me. Only by staying here can I attract it to the greatest extent! You all hurry up, find the exit, break the 'momentum' of this building, and I can naturally escape!"

This is the most rational choice, and the only one that might allow some people to escape.

Lin Huairou and Liu Xiuyuan had already slid down the pipe, and Zhou Wei, carrying Director Wang, also rushed to the wall.

Xie Xun looked into Fu Qinghuai's eyes, then glanced at the eerie green lantern rapidly approaching from the depths of the passage, its bamboo frame now clearly visible, and at the pieces of flesh on the ground that were beginning to reassemble...

He suddenly slapped the blood-stained copper coin, which had been clutched in his hand and turned black and cracked, onto Fu Qinghuai's chest.

The copper coin melted upon contact with his body, transforming into a faint golden light that entered Fu Qinghuai's soul.

"position."

Xie Xun only said two words, gave Fu Qinghuai a deep look, and then turned around without hesitation, becoming the first to rush into the rippled wall. "Go!"

Lin Huairou, Liu Xiuyuan, and Zhou Wei followed closely behind.

The moment the last figure disappeared behind the wall, the ripples subsided, and the wall returned to its original moldy state.

At the entrance to the passage, the eerie green lantern finally rose completely.

That was not a "lantern" at all.

It was a huge tumor-like structure made up of countless tiny, wriggling, flesh-colored veins, with that familiar, rustic bamboo lantern embedded in its center.

The light from the lanterns shone through the translucent fleshy tissue, illuminating the entire space like the entrails of a monster.

On the surface of the sarcoma, eight painful, distorted faces emerged.

Their eyes had turned into eerie green lantern lights, and their mouths opened and closed, uttering indistinct, resentful murmurs.

It "looked" at Fu Qinghuai, who stood alone in the ruins, surrounded by surging black energy.

Then, from beneath the tumor, countless viscous, dark red tentacles with suckers at the ends stretched out and slowly, overwhelmingly, coiled around him.

Fu Qinghuai slowly grinned, revealing a cold, even somewhat excited, maniacal smile.

"Finally... this is getting interesting."

The tentacles froze instantly, then rapidly vanished from the pinpoint that had been pierced.

Then came the second, the third...

The black lines moved silently through the cluster of tentacles, obliterating them wherever they went. Their speed was too fast for the naked eye to perceive, leaving only faint black afterimages in the air.

The eight faces on the tumor simultaneously revealed expressions of horror and pain, emitting piercing screams! The eerie green light flickered wildly, and more tentacles, and even the tumor itself, began to writhe violently, secreting large amounts of dark red mucus, attempting to contaminate and devour the black line.

Fu Qinghuai remained expressionless, only slightly tilting his head as if he found it a bit noisy.

He twisted his wrist.

The thin, black line suddenly exploded, transforming into a slender yet incredibly resilient black net that swept down on the tumor from the opposite direction!