Hearing this, a terrified Wang Haibo quickly pulled Zhou Yan along the wall and crawled into the open stone wall. Huang Wanrou, who was closest, clung to the wall, watching Leng Qingyue's perilous situation, and called out mournfully, "Qingyue..."

Leng Qingyue's back stiffened slightly, and without turning his head, he roared, "Hurry up and leave, I can't hold on any longer."

Huang Wanrou broke free from Zhou Yan's tight grip, clung to the stone wall, and said, "No, we'll go together."

Leng Qingyue moved his lips slightly, and scenes of their past interactions flashed through his mind, causing ripples to spread through his heart. However, he quickly remembered everything she had done for Lan Xianjun, and the turmoil in his heart subsided.

"Whatever you want."

Leng Qingyue's tone was indifferent, like a cloud that would scatter with a gust of wind.

Huang Wanrou looked at his tall and lean figure with heartache, recalling the entanglement that had lasted for tens of thousands of years. Although she knew he never cared, she still found it hard to let go.

Inside the tomb passage, a panicked Shi Lan stumbled and ran through the dark, empty space, her disordered footsteps echoing all around, constantly stimulating her already sensitive nerves.

"Don't panic, calm down," Haoze's deep, detached voice suddenly rang out.

Shi Lan paused, hastily pulled out a flashlight from her waist, and swung it to the side, "Haoze."

The flashlight was off, and in the pitch black, she couldn't see anything at all. But for some reason, she knew that Haoze was standing to her left.

"Hmm," Haoze gave a curt hum, still maintaining his aloof demeanor.

A faint light illuminated the surroundings, revealing Haoze's handsome face. Shi Lan let out a long breath, her tense nerves relaxing. The panic she had felt while rushing for her life seemed to have sprouted wings and all fluttered away.

"Come on, I'll take you out."

Shi Lan felt her sleeve being tugged, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curve into a smile: "Okay."

Perhaps because Haoze always appeared in time, Shi Lan's feelings towards him became subtle.

Haoze led the way without saying a word, and Shi Lan followed closely beside him.

The surrounding environment was very quiet, and the rhythmic 'tap-tap' of her shoes hitting the ground struck her eardrums, inexplicably making Shi Lan feel very at ease.

"Haoze, have you taken care of everything you came here to do?"

Having safely escaped the wolf's den, Shi Lan began to have the leisure to think about all sorts of things.

"Not yet. Let me see you out first, and we can take care of it when we get back."

Haoze's voice was always so cold and detached, and Shi Lan didn't seem to mind. She nodded and continued, "You don't know, I just saw a very powerful zombie in that tomb..."

Shi Lan recounted everything that had happened in the tomb. Hao Ze held her sleeve and listened patiently. When he heard that Huang Wanrou wanted to hurt her, his dark eyebrows furrowed slightly, and a ruthless glint flashed in his dark eyes.

Shi Lan was so engrossed in her conversation that she didn't notice anything amiss and continued talking non-stop.

The two walked hand in hand forward.

Just as Shi Lan's throat was hoarse from talking, a glimmer of light finally appeared at the end of the passageway.

"Haoze, look!" Shi Lan squinted her eyes happily and reached out to grab Haoze. If Haoze hadn't been holding her sleeve, she would have jumped up with joy.

Haoze glanced at the fingers gripping his arm, then looked at Shi Lan. His usually pursed lips curled up slightly, and a pleasant smile flickered in his dark eyes.

The tomb passage was dark, and Shi Lan's eyesight was poor. She was also too excited to notice that Hao Ze was acting differently than usual.

In the distance, he could faintly hear disordered footsteps and the low voices of men and women talking. Haoze's ears twitched slightly, and he listened for a moment before stopping.

"Just keep going along this road, and you'll be out soon," Shi Lan's rare display of affection made Haoze a little reluctant to part, but there were some things he had to do, so he suppressed his disappointment and spoke.

Shi Lan was a little surprised, but she knew that she was just a burden now, so she let go of him and said, "Okay, I understand."

Then, she smiled brightly, took a step, and walked happily towards the light.

Haoze stood silently, watching Shi Lan's back. His dark eyes were filled with suppressed deepness. After a long while, he turned his head and looked coldly at the passageway he had just passed through. With a light wave of his long sleeve, an invisible film disappeared like a ripple on water. The thick black mist, as if it had been freed, immediately spread from the edge of the wall towards the center.

Shi Lan was unaware of the strange occurrence behind her and continued walking forward.

Having resolved the life-or-death crisis, she now began to ponder the original owner's wishes.

The original owner had a simple social circle; apart from the girl who always took care of her, she had no other close relatives.

The girl's kindness was repaid when the original owner decided to follow Huang Wanrou to the ancient tomb.

If the original owner truly had any unfulfilled wishes, Shi Lan felt it was to take revenge on Huang Wanrou, who had killed her.

Huang Wanrou's vicious stab in the tomb earlier had already proven her murderous intent.

If Shi Lan hadn't dodged quickly, she would probably be lying dead in the tomb by now.

But... thinking of this, Shi Lan couldn't help but recall the handsome zombie. She turned to look at the silent passageway and blinked.

She secretly hoped that Huang Wanrou would die at the hands of that zombie, so that she would save herself the trouble of dealing with her personally.

The light ahead was like a beacon, and just looking at it made one feel happy. Shi Lan let out a long breath, and the anger she had been holding back against Huang Wanrou for most of the night had now subsided considerably.

After walking for a while, the light in front of me remained, neither too far nor too near, yet I could never get close to it.

What's going on?

Shi Lan lowered his head, pondered for a moment, and silently recited the Chaos Technique in his heart.

A few minutes later, she opened her eyes, looked around, and her face turned pale instantly, a chilling coldness spreading throughout her body.

At this moment, there was no light in her eyes. A darkness deeper than ink rolled and enveloped her. What frightened her most was that there were things moving faintly in the mist. She couldn't see their faces in the swirling fog, but she could tell that most of them were human-shaped.

Is this some kind of illusion created by a ghost?

Shi Lan's heart was pounding, and her palms were damp with sweat. She knew she had been tricked and that she was likely in grave danger.

Black mist swirled in the tomb passage, and a refined male voice sounded from behind, "Shi Lan, what are you doing here?"

Shi Lan turned her head and asked in surprise, "Leng Qingyue?"

Leng Qingyue took two steps forward, looked around at her, and asked, "Are you alone? Where are the others?"

Shi Lan frowned. "Shouldn't they be with you?"

Leng Qingyue shook her head, her face pale. "No, the situation was urgent, so I told them to go first. Didn't you see them?"

Shi Lan shook her head and secretly rolled her eyes, thinking to herself, "This is really troublesome. It seems that fate is asking me to take action and finish off Huang Wanrou."