The three of them racked their brains and practiced their courage, finally arriving at the old monk's location.
To be honest, the realism of this supernatural-powered haunted house was incredibly high. Several times, the three women felt as if they were truly fighting against these cursed villagers.
However, the current situation was more complicated than they had imagined.
First, they had to deal with the old monk. This wasn't too difficult; as long as they overturned the only remaining unextinguished incense burner, the old monk's powers would be depleted.
Next was the main body of the idol. After defeating the old monk, the three of them thought the game was over, only to be ambushed by this sly idol. He Lanxin, who couldn't see, and Mo Fei, who couldn't hear, were now entangled by several iron chains that had appeared out of nowhere.
Tang Jingjing desperately tried to help the two break free from the restraints, but even after using up all her talismans and peach wood sword, she couldn't loosen the chains by even half an inch.
"Ah!!!—Jingjing jie, quickly think of a solution!!!"
"Jingjing, calm down, don't panic. Look carefully around for any clues. There must be a way to solve this."
Behind the idol, Mo Chuan, while eating snacks, slowly tightened the iron chains. Upon hearing He Lanxin's words, he smiled slightly and muttered to himself, "This young lady's thinking is reasonable, but I am unreasonable~" With that, he patted the button behind the idol.
The idol's abdomen was opened by a mechanism, forming a large hole like a gaping abyss. With the help of the chains, it began to slowly swallow the two.
Feeling the iron chains around them start to pull, the two women quickly looked back. Their faces turned pale when they saw the large hole. Mo Fei immediately said, "Jingjing jie! Hurry up!"
Tang Jingjing had been searching the surrounding murals for a long time but found no clues. Hearing Mo Fei's voice, she immediately turned back and saw the scene. In her desperation, Tang Jingjing directly smashed the incense burner onto the idol's head.
The chains stopped pulling.
"Huh!? It… it stopped…"
But before the two could catch their breath, they witnessed a shocking sight—two people bound by chains were dragged in from the door. Upon closer inspection, they were villagers. Under the pull of the chains, the two slowly passed Mo Fei and He Lanxin, being dragged into the hole.
At the last moment before the two were swallowed, dozens of fangs instantly grew around the opening. After swallowing the villagers, they began to chew with a terrifying sound.
Crack—crack—
The sanity of the three began to plummet.
A moment later, the giant mouth opened again, and the chains began to pull once more. This time, Mo Fei could even see the residual flesh and bone fragments on the fangs.
"Ah!!!—"
Mo Chuan, listening to the screams of the three people on the other end, nodded with satisfaction—he had spent two Kusama to create such a terrifying scene. Wouldn't the fear effect be maximized?
Seeing that she was about to be swallowed, Mo Fei didn't care that she was actually in a haunted house and shouted out the name of the most important person to her: "Brother!!—Save me!"
Hearing the familiar voice, Mo Chuan's actions faltered.
"No way… it's this coincidental…" Mo Chuan unwillingly poked his head out from behind the idol and saw the three familiar figures.
…
Mo Chuan, quietly holding Mo Fei, who was looking indignant, followed by He Lanxin and Tang Jingjing, found the boss and said, "Boss, I don't want the stuff anymore. I'm going back."
The boss was stunned and asked, "Do you know them?"
"My sister and my friends. They've suffered great mental trauma from me here, so I've decided to go back and appease my sister."
"No…" The boss saw that Mo Fei's face had just regained some color and sighed, saying, "Little brother, leave your contact information. I'll still pay you some wages, but you'll have to come and help me later."
…
In the car.
Mo Fei, holding Mo Chuan's arm, fell into a deep sleep, clearly exhausted by the experience.
He Lanxin looked at Mo Chuan in the rearview mirror. Her sixth sense told her that Mo Chuan had become stronger and had gained an ability similar to illusions, but she couldn't ask directly. For every supernatural user, unknown information was their trump card, and who would be willing to reveal their trump card to others?
Even the fact that He Lanxin was a fourth-tier supernatural user was only known to He Qingshan and He Lanxin's cultivation teacher.
With this thought, He Lanxin shifted her gaze to her phone and began to arrange dinner.
Mo Chuan was looking at his phone when he suddenly received a message from the boss: "Here's a free ten-day tour voucher for two in Jingzhou. Take your sister to have some fun, consider it my payment."
Mo Chuan thought about it and accepted the QR code voucher.
…
Ye Residence.
Ye Ling placed the tea down and looked at the cold-faced Xu Dan, Gao Jianjun, and Han Qiang. Playing with her hair strands, she asked, "So, you plan to cooperate?"
"That little bastard Mo Chuan killed our descendants. If I don't skin him alive and tear him apart, I won't be able to quell my hatred!" Gao Jianjun said with grief and indignation.
"Heh heh… No need to say that. I will also find a way to kill Mo Chuan, but…" Ye Ling leaned forward, "Why should I cooperate with you? Or rather, what qualifications do you have to cooperate with the Ye family?"
"The Ye family, a while ago, smuggled thirty grams of Dragon Bone Powder, one hundred grams of Red Hidden Flower Powder, and one hundred and three grams of Golden Toad Skin Powder to the Neon supernatural powers guild, didn't they?" Xu Dan, without wasting any more words with Ye Ling, directly stated his leverage.
Ye Ling's hand trembled, and a little of the tea splashed out.
She raised her eyes and stared at the calm Xu Dan like a poisonous snake, while the latter seemed to be talking about what kind of tea Ye Ling was drinking as if it were a common occurrence.
"What do you want to say?" Ye Ling lit a ladies' cigarette and slowly said.
Xu Dan chuckled and pushed a recording tape towards Ye Ling.
…
Neon Embassy in Dragon Country.
"An S-class spiritual energy disaster that should have occurred in your country has appeared in mine. Are you just going to say a sentence of deep sympathy and be done with it?" Zhao Qingfeng threw away the diplomatic statement, which was as useless as scrap paper, and said with a cold face.
Ozawa Tomosaburo, who had just been transferred here, was tidying up the documents scattered on the table, feeling like his head was about to explode—the documents were drafted by those old bastards, why am I the one getting scolded? I'm just a messenger…
But he couldn't express his thoughts, so Ozawa Tomosaburo chose the traditional Japanese art form—the spirit of bowing. With a standard ninety-degree bow, he said sincerely, "I am very sorry. We are also investigating this matter, so we cannot determine the cause of this incident in your country…"
"Bang!"
Zhao Qingfeng slammed the table, rolling up the sleeve of his right arm. A scar like a centipede crawled on it. He brought his arm closer to Ozawa Tomosaburo and asked in a low voice, "Do you know how I got this scar?"
Ozawa glanced at the scar and shook his head in terror.
Zhao Qingfeng's lips curved slightly upwards, "I fought with your demon called Ooyorimaru, and he left it on me."
Saying that, Zhao Qingfeng directly summoned his bright silver spear and pierced through the wooden table, shattering it. He flicked wooden splinters at Ozawa and glared at him, asking, "Do you only know how to apologize?"
"Does an apology help? How many people displaced, families shattered, and lives separated by yin and yang are still working hard to rebuild their homes? Over 3,000 casualties! And you just apologize?"