"Brother Xiu! Lu Ziming is still up to his old tricks and wants to steal the Forbidden Heart!" Yang Ming shouted anxiously, about to step forward, but was stopped by Fang Xiu.
No rush.
Fang Xiu wasn't in a hurry, but Yang Ming was extremely anxious. He was practically suffocating in the burial ground and didn't want to stay there for even a minute longer. If the Heart of Forbidden Ghosts was indeed the key to leaving the burial ground and was snatched away by Lu Ziming, he didn't know how much longer he would have to stay there.
"Brother Hugh, we can't just stand by and watch this kid cause trouble, can we? What if he takes the Heart of Forbidden Ghosts and leaves the Burial Ground? Wouldn't we be trapped here forever?"
Faced with Yang Ming's anxiety, Fang Xiu calmed him down with just one sentence: "It's alright, I have already seen the future."
Upon hearing this, everyone couldn't help but look at Fang Xiu. Zhou Qingfeng had just finished speaking, and Fang Xiu repeated it right afterward, making it hard not to attract attention, especially since the two looked exactly alike. Therefore, to everyone's ears, there was a very strong sense of strangeness.
Fang Xiu's lack of urgency doesn't mean that those at the burial site aren't anxious. They know very well that when they can finally leave the burial site, it will be their death day.
Fang Xiu would never let go of their precious spiritual essence. In fact, given Fang Xiu's usual style, they would probably suffer greatly before dying. So they took action, rushing towards the Forbidden Heart of Ghosts like madmen, just like Lu Ziming.
The Heart of Forbidden Ghosts hangs high in the air. At this moment, everyone has lost all their spirituality and cannot reach such a height. However, since the Heart of Forbidden Ghosts is connected to many blood vessels, which are like vines woven into pillars, with the upper end connected to the heart and the lower end connected to the ground, everyone can approach the Heart of Forbidden Ghosts by climbing the pillars of blood vessels.
Lu Ziming was the first person to rush to the pillar of blood vessels. Without saying a word, he used his hands and feet to desperately climb up the slippery blood vessels.
But just then, thump thump thump...
The heart of the forbidden demon beat more and more violently, and the heavens and earth seemed to tremble in response. Everyone felt increasingly heavy-hearted, as if a mountain was pressing down on their hearts, making it hard to breathe.
Lu Ziming had only climbed a dozen meters when suddenly his face turned bright red. He clutched his chest tightly with one hand, as if struck by a heavy blow. His eyes rolled back, and his hand, which had been gripping the blood vessel, slipped and he fell off the pillar of blood vessels.
Bang!
The ground was smashed into a deep crater, and dust and smoke flew everywhere, burying Lu Ziming's body. His fate was unknown.
The others who were climbing, witnessing this scene, were terrified and hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to continue. They were caught in a dilemma: either continue climbing, braving the mysterious killing patterns of the Forbidden Heart, not knowing when they would follow in Lu Ziming's footsteps; or give up the struggle and wait for Fang Xiu to devour their spirituality.
After hesitating for a moment, these people's eyes turned crazed, and they finally chose to go all out. Even if it meant death, they were unwilling to have their spirituality devoured by Fang Xiu. Watching the person who killed them grow stronger was even more painful than being killed themselves.
The Heart of Forbidden Evil continued to beat, growing louder and louder, and even began to change frequency, its heartbeat sometimes fast and sometimes slow, which was extremely eerie.
Fang Xiu and the others, who were in the distance, were also affected; their hearts clenched involuntarily, and they began to have difficulty breathing.
Suddenly, Xiao Chuxia clutched her chest tightly with both hands, her fair and delicate face contorted in pain, her features almost scrunched up, and her chest was even distorted due to the force of her grip.
"Ah!" she cried out in pain, and collapsed to the ground.
"Big Blackie! Are you alright?" Yang Ming was startled and quickly asked.
Luo Qingxin, who was standing nearby, hurriedly checked on her, but Xiao Chuxia had already started rolling her eyes.
She pressed her head against Xiao Chuxia's chest, only to be shocked to find that Xiao Chuxia's heartbeat was growing weaker and weaker, and was about to stop.
Luo Qingxin's expression suddenly changed: "Cardiac arrest!"
She quickly placed her hands on top of each other on Xiao Chuxia's chest and began to perform CPR, pressing down with her delicate white hands.
However, Xiao Chuxia's symptoms did not improve at all, and she even began to have difficulty breathing.
Desperate to save lives, Luo Qingxin disregarded everything else and began performing artificial respiration in front of everyone.
She took a deep breath, puffed out her cheeks, and pouted her rosy lips as she suddenly leaned close to Xiao Chuxia. At the same time, she used her palm to pinch Xiao Chuxia's cheek, prying open her mouth to reveal her pearly white teeth.
Whew! Whew! Whew!
As she breathed in, Xiao Chuxia's breathing grew weaker and weaker until it disappeared completely.
Luo Qingxin's face turned pale. She and Xiao Chuxia had been living in the burial ground for two months. They were the only two girls there. They ate, slept, and went to the toilet together. Now that Xiao Chuxia had suddenly died, she found it hard to accept and grief overwhelmed her.
But before she could grieve for long, her heart began to ache.
She groaned and fell straight to the ground.
Panic ensued. This bizarre attack on the heart was impossible to defend against. They were afraid of dying, but they were even more afraid of watching their comrades-in-arms die.
"Brother Xiu, what should we do?!" Yang Ming cried out anxiously.
Fang Xiu was not affected by the crowd. He calmly stared at the Forbidden Heart, observing its beating pattern. Combining the reactions of the crowd, he had a vague guess in his mind.
“Heartbeat frequency!” he suddenly exclaimed. “The killing pattern of the Forbidden Heart is heartbeat frequency. As long as the heartbeat frequency is consistent, the heart will be attacked.”
"What!?"
Everyone was immediately terrified. They all clutched their pulse points, feeling their heartbeats while staring intently at the pulsating figure in mid-air, fearing that the two might overlap.
Suddenly, Yang Ming's expression changed, and he abruptly dropped to the ground, frantically doing push-ups at such a speed that they left afterimages.
As he exerted himself, his heart rate immediately increased. It turned out that the frequency of the Forbidden Heart had almost overlapped with his own. In order to avoid the killing pattern, Yang Ming had no choice but to increase his heart rate through exercise.
The Heart of Forbidden Evil continued to change frequency, sometimes fast and sometimes slow.
Soon, everyone joined in the exercise, keeping their heart rate at a relatively high level.
Even those who were still climbing the pillar of blood vessels began to follow suit. Some grabbed the blood vessels with both hands, keeping their bodies parallel to the pillar, and did suspended push-ups. Others hooked their feet around the blood vessels, head down, and started doing sit-ups.
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