The white candles in the mourning hall burned brightly, like fireworks shooting up from the ground.

Xiao Jin's eardrums were pierced painfully by the sharp wailing, which sounded like a mixture of hundreds of women scratching glass with their fingernails, mixed with the cries of a baby.

She saw the porcelain bowls on the offering table shatter one by one, the fragments forming strange runes in the air.

"Damn it, this is so annoying!" Feng Hao roared and threw out seven yellow talismans. The talismans burned to ashes in the air, forming a pale golden protective shield.

But the wailing seemed to penetrate all barriers. Although the props temporarily blocked it, the weakening effect was less than a third.

Many players have already knelt on the ground, and the "blood evil" patterns on the coffin are deepening at a visible speed.

Black blood began to seep from the walls, and faces emerged from the blue bricks, first as blurry outlines, then as clear features, and finally the entire ghost broke free from the walls' restraints.

They float in the air, their rotting fingers reaching for the nearest player.

Xiao Jin's longsword flashed, instantly severing three ghostly hands, but the severed limbs turned into black smoke upon hitting the ground, only to coalesce back into shape in the blink of an eye.

"These aren't ordinary vengeful spirits." The reconnaissance tool in Shao Siyuan's hand was flashing frantically: "They're absorbing the energy of the weeping! As long as the sound doesn't disappear, they'll keep regenerating."

On the other side, Wang Zixuan raised her hand, and a ball of electromagnetic energy condensed at the tip of the longbow arrow that was flashing with golden light. Wherever the blue light flashed, the ghosts were pierced and torn apart.

"So, the source is still these NPCs?"

In the dim and distorted space, Wang Zixuan's gaze was like a sharp sword in the cold night, piercing through the surrounding mist.

The roars of vengeful ghosts echoed in the empty mourning hall. They seemed to come from the depths of hell, carrying endless resentment and terror, attempting to devour the will of all the players.

After speaking, she suddenly jumped up, drew her longbow in mid-air, and the bowstring tightened instantly. Energy arrows distorted space and shot towards the surrounding NPCs.

Xiao Jin was also quickly analyzing the situation.

She also understood that these NPCs were the key to stopping the rampage of the surrounding ghosts.

So, Xiao Jin's fingers lightly traced the hilt of the broken shadow sword, and the next second, the long sword flashed with light, and several blades of light suddenly appeared.

"Boom!" Smoke and dust billowed up.

Many NPCs were sent flying by Xiao Jin's attack, and their cries naturally stopped.

Immediately, Xiao Jin pressed his advantage, his figure flashing as he approached an NPC who was standing blankly in a corner. The NPC was an old man dressed in tattered clothes, his face covered with strange makeup, and his eyes were empty.

The moment Xiao Jin approached, the old man seemed to realize something and stretched out his black palm to block, but it was too late.

With lightning speed, Xiao Jin's longsword precisely sliced ​​through the old man's wrist. A flash of lightning streaked across the scene, and the old man's hand was severed at the wrist, the wound instantly turning charred black.

The first strike severed his wrist, and the second strike was aimed at his neck.

This action was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples.

Seeing this, the other players followed suit, using the items they had or the things they could find to quickly take action against the NPCs around them.

Some particularly cunning players started persuading those around them to cooperate.

In an instant, a tense atmosphere filled the air.

Sui Ying, who was standing to the side, took out a bronze bell from her bosom—a supernatural item she had obtained in the previous supernatural instance.

The moment the bell tongue struck the inner wall, a visible sound wave rippled outwards from her.

The three closest ghosts seemed to be paused, but then all of them turned to look at her, their mouths torn to their ears.

"Don't use exorcism tools!" After frowning, Shao Siyuan suddenly shouted, "They can activate mirror images and copy our abilities."

Unfortunately, it was too late.

The floating ghosts suddenly began to shake non-existent bells, and hundreds of distorted sound waves crashed through the mourning hall.

One player couldn't dodge in time and was hit on the left arm by the sonic wave, his entire arm instantly drying out and carbonizing. He watched in horror as his fingers fell off and turned to ashes.

It turns out that these NPCs did not intend to be slaughtered. Faced with the combined attack of the players, they began to fight back.

Shao Siyuan was the first one to suffer.

The weapon in his hand had just been launched when it struck him directly. If he hadn't had a protective shield active, who knows how badly he would have been injured?

Upon hearing this, Sui Ying quickly put away the 'Soul-Suppressing Bell' in her hand. It seemed that since supernatural props were not an option, she would have to resort to physical attacks.

Yunye's ghost claw pierced the ground, his gaze sharp, and he suddenly bit his tongue, spitting blood onto the sharp blade between his claws.

"burn!"

He murmured something, and flames shot up from the weapon, distorting the air above.

The flames seemed to have some effect on the ghosts, forcing them to retreat temporarily, but Xiao Jin could see countless human faces emerging from the flames—these ghosts were impossible to burn away.

As more and more NPCs died, the wailing suddenly rose eight octaves.

Xiao Jin felt something warm flowing from her ear canal. When she touched it and looked in front of her eyes, she saw blood—her eardrum had ruptured.

In the distance, the coffin lid on the offering table was shaking violently, and the nails securing the coffin lid trembled, and in the next second, they were lifted up.

"Roar~" In the chaos, the giant dragon in the coffin actually rose up.

Looking at the corpse standing high in the coffin, all the players witnessed the horrifying scene that followed.

One by one, the stitches broke, and the dead man's mouth stretched wider and wider, revealing spiraled fangs inside.

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