These words plunged Wan Lei and the others into an icy abyss, a chilling sensation spreading through their bodies. They slowly turned around.
Standing behind them was someone with a white neckerchief, smiling at them.
His smile was eerie.
This person was the Director Shen who had led them to the management office earlier.
Behind him, from every gravestone, white light drifted up, coalescing on the ground into spectral human figures, each wearing a white neckerchief.
"Congratulations, you've been tricked. But thank you, for finally releasing the souls trapped for so many years. This world now belongs to us."
The freed souls were ecstatic, as if reborn, howling to the sky to vent their emotions.
"As a token of our gratitude, five brave individuals, I agree to accept your souls and have you join us, become one of us."
Only then did Wan Lei and the others understand that the road signs with printed words were all set up by these white neckerchief wearers to mislead them.
Their goal was to break free from underground.
"Go to hell!"
Wan Lei cursed, pulling the others back and unleashing a bolt of lightning towards the white neckerchief wearer who called himself Director Shen.
Alas, the lightning passed straight through his body, striking the ground and kicking up a patch of dirt and fallen blossoms.
"Boss, what should we do?"
Facing such an untouchable, bizarre existence, Hong Lian and the other two were utterly terrified.
"Why struggle? Did you really think those black neckerchiefs could save you? Hahaha, just a bunch of ghosts, what can they possibly do?"
"Right, there's still a way, we still have a chance. Go back immediately, take the correct path, the path of the black neckerchiefs, perhaps it's not too late. The black neckerchiefs will save us."
Wan Lei dragged the group and ran back.
As for the warning about not being able to turn back, he thought it was nonsense.
"Can we make it in time?"
"Fly, can't you fly? This cemetery doesn't prohibit flying!"
Wan Lei was the first to fly, his speed increasing rapidly. However, he didn't foolishly fly over the sea of flowers, as it was almost entirely occupied by the souls of the white neckerchief wearers.
These souls were intangible, and their methods were still unclear, but they were certainly terrifying. The immortals would not have sent harmless ghosts for them to play with.
Previously, due to caution and the horrors of the amusement park, they had refrained from flying.
But now, they couldn't afford to worry about such things; the danger had revealed itself.
To hell with it, just fly, why overthink it?
The five of them moved with extreme speed. The small path had seemed long when walking, but it wasn't long when flying, and in a blink, they reached the "X" shaped intersection.
This time, they unhesitatingly chose the road to the left.
From the gravestones in the surrounding sea of flowers, souls continued to drift out, howling to the sky.
Soon, they flew to the end of the small road on the left.
As expected, there was only one road sign here.
"One, congratulations on choosing the correct path. We will guide you out of here.
Two, do not believe the words of the white neckerchief wearers; ignore them.
Three, if you have chosen the correct path directly, then please pass through the sea of flowers, heading northeast, the back door is there.
Four, if you have taken the wrong path, summoned the undead, and managed to escape here, then please do not go any further.
Five, because the path ahead, and the back door, have been occupied by the undead. If you don't believe it, look around you.
Six, only we can defeat the white neckerchief undead. Summon us, we will fight them and open a passage for you to leave.
Seven, only we can fight the undead. The undead are intangible, do not waste time trying to attack them.
Eight, here is the method to summon us.
Nine, smear blood on the blank space below the sign, forming a hexagram.
Ten, if you have companions, even better. Different bloods can summon us faster.
Eleven, hurry, there's no time, hurry up!"
The words on the road sign ended abruptly. Wan Lei and the others felt a heaviness in their hearts.
They had rashly summoned the undead before, and now, when invited to summon these others, they hesitated, unsure whether to proceed.
However, they had learned their lesson, running to the back of the signpost to look, only to find it completely blank.
"Let's summon them. According to the signs along the way, it's clear these black neckerchiefs are at odds with the white neckerchiefs, they have a feud. If they fight, we can escape in the chaos."
"Yes, that's the only way. We have to trust someone, we can't possibly not trust either side."
The group spoke one after another, all deciding to summon these black neckerchief wearers, but Wan Lei remained silent, contemplating the logic behind it all.
However, he didn't have much time to think.
The white neckerchief souls around them were swooping towards him.
The group immediately formed a circle, emitting spiritual energy to attack these white neckerchief wearers, but it had no effect. Their attacks passed straight through the bodies of the white neckerchief undead.
Suddenly, from the small road they had come from, a man covered in dirt stumbled forward.
His clothes were tattered, and the exposed skin on his cheeks, neck, and palms had almost entirely rotted away, revealing bare bone beneath. His appearance was terrifying.
Compared to him, the undead looked quite good; at least they had human features, if not handsome ones.
Most importantly, this person had a dirty, pitch-black neckerchief around his neck.
A black neckerchief!
"Why are you still hesitating! Just now... we called you, and you wouldn't listen! Now you've released the... undead, hurry and do as the sign says! Quick!"
The man's voice was hoarse and grating, identical to the one they had heard before.
Seeing him like this, Wan Lei suddenly understood much.
"He's probably not human, but a corpse. His voice is hoarse and he speaks haltingly because he hasn't spoken in a long time.
He started by hopping, and now he's staggering because his limbs are stiff and he can't move freely.
The dirt on his body and his decaying flesh all indicate that he has been buried for a very long time."
"Are we supposed to summon these corpses?"
Fang Xiaoyu frowned, looking at the bizarre person before them, finding it difficult to accept.
Then, the black neckerchief wearer demonstrated in practice that one should not judge a book by its cover.
He opened his mouth, exhaled a stream of green gas, his body stiffened, and the nails on his hands rapidly grew to a foot long, like sharp blades, tearing apart the approaching undead one by one.