At this moment, Ye Xingli and Lu Yunqi's anxiety was like a raging fire.
It was scorching their every nerve, almost burning away their reason completely.
They were extremely anxious, their only thought being to rush out like an arrow released from a bow, racing against time to save those innocent lives struggling on the brink of life and death.
In this solemn and majestic yet oppressively suffocating Golden Palace.
Their feet seemed to be drawn by an incredibly powerful yet irresistible force emanating from the depths of their hearts.
Unconsciously, I wanted to step out of the palace onto the path of salvation that seemed so close yet so far away.
However, just as they were about to take that final step, reason, with an almost cruel force, forcibly reined in their impulsive steps.
They were acutely aware that at this critical moment of life and death, any reckless action could plunge those precious lives into utter ruin.
Today, if we can accurately find that heinous murderer, there is still a sliver of hope to snatch the remaining six lives from the Grim Reaper's scythe.
Therefore, they had to grit their teeth and use all their strength to forcefully suppress the urgent feelings that were about to burst out of their chests and bodies.
He abruptly and laboriously pulled back the foot he had already raised.
Their minds were in turmoil as they recalled the previous search of the murderer's house.
They had thoroughly examined every corner of the seemingly ordinary cellar.
They examined every single brick and stone, yet found no suspicious clues whatsoever.
However, given the current eerie and bizarre situation, the only reasonable and logical deduction is...
The murderer must also have an extremely secretive, ghost-like cellar hidden deep in the darkness, unknown to anyone.
This unknown cellar is like a terrifying beast lurking in the shadows, its jaws wide open.
It is always ready to ruthlessly devour those fragile and helpless lives; it is a true abyss hiding endless evil and despair.
At this moment, Qin Qianluo's mood was like the turbulent sea in a storm, with her surging anxiety and worry never subsiding.
She was extremely anxious; her heart, which was hanging in suspense, felt as if it were being tightly gripped by an invisible and cold hand, and each beat was accompanied by intense pain.
It seemed as if its heartbeat might stop at any moment due to excessive tension, plunging into eternal silence.
However, she knew that in this extremely critical and urgent moment, panic would only make things worse, and she had to force herself to calm down.
Like a captain struggling to maintain course in a storm, stay clear-headed and search for a glimmer of hope.
Her gaze, like that of a hawk, was fixed on the "sculptures" in the light screen that exuded a chilling and eerie aura.
His eyes revealed an almost resolute focus and solemnity.
The outline of each "sculpture," from its exquisite yet eerie lines to its shimmering, mysterious colors, is like a mysterious key.
He tried to open that long-sealed, cobweb-covered door deep in her memory.
The more she looked at it, the more familiar it seemed; a sense of déjà vu washed over her like waves.
But whenever she tried to grasp the clues to those memories, they vanished like phantoms, leaving her anxious and helpless.
She frowned slightly, her brows furrowing tightly together, like two mountain peaks about to merge, lost in a brief but profound contemplation.
Time seemed to freeze at that moment, the whole world fell silent, all the noise and disturbances were shut out, and only her thoughts raced like lightning in her mind.
She frantically navigated the labyrinth of memories, trying to find the key to unlock the mystery.
Suddenly, a bright, star-like light flashed in her eyes, as if she had found a glimmer of dawn in the thick fog.
The mystery that had been lingering in my mind like a persistent gloom suddenly became clear.
She snapped back to reality, her eyes gleaming with excitement, and hurriedly said to Feng Qingyun, "Yunbao, it seems he's making the Sixteen Arhats."
Feng Qingyun's large eyes, which were like two clear, deep pools, were instantly filled with confusion, and her slightly disordered breathing gradually calmed down.
She blinked unconsciously, her thick, long eyelashes fluttering like butterflies dancing in spring, exuding innocence and naivety.
Her delicate face, as pink as a peach blossom in March, was now filled with deep doubt, as if shrouded in an invisible mist.
She tilted her head slightly, and her charming appearance further highlighted her innocence.
Then, she asked crisply, "Wasn't it always been the 'Eighteen Arhats'? How come it's suddenly become 'Sixteen Arhats'?"
Upon hearing Feng Qingyun's question, Qin Qianluo's already serious expression became even more focused.
She slowly raised her eyes and solemnly turned her gaze once again to the "sculptures" in the light screen that exuded an eerie and chilling aura.
Her eyes were sharp as a hawk's, like a blade that could pierce through the fog, trying to see through the seemingly rough and ferocious appearance to the hidden truth hidden within.
Her gaze, like that of a treasure hunter, slowly lingered on each "sculpture," carefully scanning it again and again.
Not overlooking any tiny line, any unique color, or any subtle texture.
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