Chapter 99 Mo Hannian Meets the Real Culprit: The Secret Behind the Gu Poison

The current situation confirms Chu Wei's words, which has further fueled Ye Li's suspicions about Wen Yao.

But how did Chu Wei know that Wen Yao would take her down? And what did he know?

Thinking of this, Ye Li didn't move, but looked at Wen Yao, "Aren't you the most cautious person? We don't even know what's inside. Are we really going to continue like this?"

Wen Yao paused, then smiled and said, "Ah Li is right. I was too eager to find Han Nian and acted rashly, but..."

He glanced around. "This place looks like an empty city; there shouldn't be any danger. Besides, this is the only place we haven't searched yet. Xiao Wu should be down there. We can't just abandon him, can we?"

Their eyes met.

One is scrutinizing, the other is profound.

He was right about one thing: now that she was here, the secret she wanted to know was down below.

Moreover, she doesn't even know the true face of "Wen Yao," so wouldn't it be a pity for her to leave like this?

Ye Li curled her lips into a smile. "In that case, let's go."

...

Wen Yao was still walking in front.

As soon as Ye Li stepped onto the steps, she sensed something unusual. Each step was covered with obscure and difficult-to-understand runes, as if guiding something or issuing a veiled warning.

Moreover, the steps exuded a bone-chilling coldness, and even though she was wearing shoes and socks, the chill could still seep in, creeping up her feet and into her heart.

Further down, the width of the steps becomes irregular, sometimes wide, sometimes so narrow that only half a foot can fit.

The further down you go, the more rugged the steps become.

It's impossible to tell where it leads.

Suddenly, Wen Yao in front of him stopped.

Before him stood a stone door, covered with masks.

Unlike the masks of the Ghost Mask Man, the masks here are like real skin, as if they were peeled off a person's face alive.

At a glance, there are at least a hundred of them.

There were countless faces, as if hundreds of them were looking at her through the eyes of the masks.

“Ah Li, look.”

Mo Hannian pointed to the mural on the wall.

The mural was obviously very old, and the colors were somewhat faded, but the content depicted on it was still clearly visible.

A group of people wearing strange masks were walking toward a tightly closed door. Behind them, several figures without masks were shrouded in wisps of black mist, as if they were suffering unimaginable torment.

Below the mural, there is also a line of ancient text.

Although Ye Li didn't recognize the person, she understood what they meant: to get in, one had to wear a mask.

At the same time, Wen Yao had already taken two masks off the wall. "It's better to believe it's real than not. Let's put the masks back on."

Ye Li did not move, her gaze slowly falling on the human skin mask.

Upon closer inspection, the texture of the skin on the mask becomes even more pronounced, as if one could feel the coldness of the corpse simply by touching it.

'If he gives you a mask, whatever you do, don't wear it.'

Chu Wei seemed to have anticipated what would happen to her, which is why he warned her.

But the mural clearly depicts that if you go in without wearing this mask, something terrible will happen.

Was Chu Wei's reminder meant to save her, or to harm her?

Whom should she trust...?

Seeing that Ye Li didn't take it, Wen Yao looked down at it and said, "This mask is indeed a bit scary. I'll hold it for you first, and you can put it on if anything happens later."

"good."

Ye Li, who was already considering waiting and seeing, readily agreed.

The two looked at the stone door in front of them. Wen Yao used his magic to push it open, and as soon as a crack appeared, the heavy stone door opened to both sides.

An enormous altar appeared before Ye Li.

The altar here is somewhat similar to the one in the misty camphor forest, but it is dozens of times larger.

Not only that, she saw a familiar person lying on the altar!

"Mo Hannian!"

Wasn't he here looking for the antidote? What's he doing here?

She instinctively stepped forward, but the moment she did, the candles around the altar suddenly trembled violently, the ground began to shake, and wisps of black mist emerged from the cracks in the ground, just like in the murals.

The wind blowing from the crack in the ground crashed wildly in all directions, emitting howls that sounded like the wailing of a hundred ghosts.

The sound was incredibly shrill, causing Ye Li's eardrums to ache and her head to feel like it was about to explode.

Wen Yao hurriedly took out a mask. "We must have violated some taboo. Let's put the mask on quickly!"

For some reason, when Ye Li saw that mask, she felt like she had seen a lifeline.

As she reached out to the mask, a subtle smile appeared on Wen Yao's lips.

“You can’t take it. If you put on the mask, you’ll never be able to get out.”

Xie Sixing's voice suddenly rang out, instantly bringing a sense of clarity to Ye Li's mind.

"..."

Xie Sixing's voice was not as leisurely as usual; it was deep and powerful. "Listen to me, if you put on the mask, your body and soul will be imprisoned in this place, never to see the light of day again."

The black mist emerging from the crack in the ground grew thicker and thicker. Ye Li felt something entering her mouth and nose, so she could only cover her mouth. "If I don't wear it, I'll die right now."

Xie Sixing suddenly laughed, "Little Taoist priest, you were already dead, have you forgotten?"

Ye Li's struggling movements stopped.

Yeah, she's been dead for a long time, so what is she still struggling for?

"Ah Li? Who are you talking to? Put your mask on right now, or we'll all die here!"

Wen Yao's voice was extremely anxious, and the mask had already been handed to her.

Ye Li made a gesture to reach out and catch it.

But just as she was about to touch the mask, her body suddenly leaned back and fell to the ground unconscious.

This scene was so sudden that Wen Yao was stunned for a moment, "A-Li?"

He crouched down to try to help Ye Li up, but he was surprised when he touched Ye Li's icy hands.

She had lost all vitality.

He just died like that?

At the same time, the black mist vanished instantly.

Wen Yao's voice was no longer gentle, but instead carried a hint of coldness and eeriness.

"Not scary at all."

His attention was entirely focused on Ye Li's corpse, completely unaware that Ye Li's spirit was staring intently at him right in front of him.

Seeing his change of expression, Ye Li was now certain that he was not Wen Yao.

who is he?

However, something even stranger was yet to come. Wen Yao's eyes changed. His once clear eyes were now completely filled with a murky white, like two deep vortexes, emitting an eerie dark light.

"Mmm!"

An angry voice rang out from the altar.

It turned out to be Mo Hannian. He had woken up at some point. When he saw Wen Yao, there was a moment of confusion in his eyes, but when he saw those white eyes without pupils, he understood that this person was not his third senior brother!

He spat out the cloth stuffed in his mouth. "Who are you? Why are you impersonating my third senior brother? Where's the antidote?!"