"Yay!" Yang Ming jumped up excitedly, ripped the straw out of his mouth, threw it on the ground, and kicked it hard twice.
"Finally... finally I can leave this godforsaken place. I've smoked all my cigarette butts during this time."
The others also showed joy, including Lu Ziming and others.
It seemed as if everyone was overjoyed at the prospect of being able to leave the burial site.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Fang Xiu slowly took out the remaining ghost money from the Twin Dragon Ring.
For a moment, Lu Ziming and the others stared intently at his movements, their hearts pounding with tension.
This is the weakest link in the plan, and also the most dangerous step.
If Fang Xiu doesn't exchange for the key and instead takes action now, then everything will be over!
Fortunately, Fang Xiu did not disappoint them.
"Exchange for the key to the Zhou residence."
Upon hearing this, Lu Ziming and the others immediately felt relieved; everything was settled!
Suddenly, the rotting corpse in the pawnshop moved.
One hundred million ghost money vanished into thin air, followed by the cracking sound of bones grinding together.
The decaying corpse slowly pulled an ancient-looking key from the drawer.
Just then, Lu Ziming suddenly shouted, "Attack!"
Transposition!
Whoosh!
An inexplicable spiritual fluctuation spread out.
The key in the corpse's hand instantly turned into a pebble.
This sudden turn of events immediately enraged Yang Ming.
"you........"
He hadn't finished speaking.
Swish, swish, swish...
Lu Ziming and his entourage had already rushed out of the pawnshop, their speed so fast that they left afterimages.
Fang Xiu watched this scene calmly, unmoved.
"Hugh! They ran off with the keys, let's chase after them!"
"No rush," Fang Xiu said calmly.
In the meantime, he had already learned a lot about the Zhou family through the pawnshop and the death rewind.
He knew perfectly well what Lu Ziming's actions meant.
"Let them go open the door first."
After saying that, Fang leisurely walked towards the door.
Seeing that Fang Xiu was not in a hurry, the group's confidence increased, and they stopped being anxious.
They followed behind him and walked together toward the Zhou residence.
When they arrived at the Zhou residence, they found the gates wide open, revealing a dark, gaping maw that seemed to devour people.
Fang Xiu stared into the darkness inside the door and thought to himself, "Just as I thought."
He had previously entered the Zhou residence through the illusion and could not detect anything unusual. It seems that everything was as he expected. The real Zhou residence exists in another space, which can only be entered with a key.
He led everyone inside.
The darkness, like water, completely enveloped their figures.
With a slight sense of spatial disintegration, the darkness before everyone's eyes receded, revealing a bright and open space.
What comes into view is a very spacious courtyard, with houses standing in rows, pavilions and waterside terraces, rockeries and gardens, and everything else you could want.
It's just like the mansion where a prince lived in ancient times, the kind where even with thousands of servants, it wouldn't feel crowded.
However, at this moment, the luxurious old house appeared extremely gloomy, shrouded in endless darkness, with the only light source being the white lanterns hanging in the corridor.
The rows of white lanterns swayed in the wind, each bearing a large character for "memorial."
This added a touch of gloom and terror to the Zhou residence.
"My spirituality has vanished!" Xiao Chuxia, the most sensitive of them all, suddenly exclaimed.
"Mine is gone too."
"Mine too."
The expressions on everyone's faces immediately turned serious.
They discovered that there seemed to be a terrifying oppressive force in the mansion this week, suppressing the spirituality of everyone.
"Brother Xiu, something's not right with the Zhou family. Suppressing fourth-tier cultivators is one thing, but they can even suppress fifth-tier cultivators? What happened to leaving the passage? It feels like they're up to something!"
Yang Ming seemed somewhat agitated, whether from suppressed spirituality or from being unable to leave the burial site in the short term was unclear.
Fang Xiu briefly sensed his own spirituality and the strangeness within his body, and found that, just as the pawnshop had said, all power was sealed here.
This is the power of forbidden evil!
The fact that even the dismembered body of the Forbidden Ghost can seal spatial nodes gives you an idea of how terrifying it is.
A fifth-tier expert is nothing in the face of this level of strangeness.
"Let's go." Fang Xiu calmly gave the order, leading everyone step by step into the Zhou residence.
The group had only taken a few steps when a shrill scream suddenly rang out from not far away.
"ah!!!"
Everyone's expression changed.
"That voice... it's Lu Ziming and the others!"
“There’s definitely something strange about the Zhou family. Brother Xiu, no wonder you’re not in a hurry. It’s good to have them scout ahead for us.”
"Let's go take a look." Fang Xiu took the lead and walked towards the sound of screams.
After the group passed through a long corridor, they immediately saw Lu Ziming and the others.
They were staring at the center of the courtyard with expressions of terror.
In the middle of the courtyard, a man dressed in funeral clothes was frantically clutching his throat, the terror on his face almost tangible.
He scratched bloody marks on her throat, but he didn't stop, as if he wanted to tear her throat apart.
Behind him, a humanoid black figure wearing heavy leather shoes stood silently.
The terrifying aura emanating from that humanoid black figure sent chills down one's spine.
The next second, a terrifying scene unfolded: the man in the funeral clothes suddenly opened his eyes wide in anger, his eyeballs seemingly about to pop out.
"Oh... ugh..."
He let out a suppressed growl, followed by a pitch-black hand emerging from his throat.
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