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As soon as I heard that voice, my scalp tingled, and my whole body tensed up. I quickly glanced at the female corpse in the box, but there was no movement! So where did that voice come from? "Don't look for me; I'm right here!" Following the sound, I turned to see Uncorrupted Bones sneering.
To be honest, when I saw that smile, my face froze. It was a twisted face, completely devoid of any friendly appearance. Its complexion was pale blue, with fangs glinting like metal. The features were all jumbled together into a mass, and its mouth split wide open, taking up most of its face.
Damn! This guy finally revealed Lushan's true form; it seemed like it wouldn't stop until it was dead!
"What do you want? Didn't we agree to work together? Are you planning to attack?" I looked at Zhengyang, who had also drawn his Pure Jun Sword, beads of sweat rolling down his face. He seemed to have been ready for an attack for a long time, as if a great battle was about to begin.
Uncorrupted Bones didn't respond and continued to sneer. Its gaze grew increasingly fierce as it suddenly leaped towards me. This thing was too ferocious; there was almost no room for resistance, and if things went wrong, it could lead to Soul Shattering. However, what shocked me even more was the cold air surging behind me, thick with Shadow Mist. Naturally, I dared not turn around. Using the faint light, I saw a shadow slowly rising from the ground—could it be that thing?
The shadow spread its arms wide; its limbs resembled gnarled tree branches. It tightly clenched its hands, and with a creaking sound, every joint in its body echoed. The projection of those hands on the ground looked like two faceless figures with fingers sharp as needles, reminiscent of Mei Chaofeng played by Yang Liping. I was nearly scared out of my wits. When I looked back at Uncorrupted Bones, its gaze was like that of a starving wild dog.
Fierce! Extremely fierce!
Uncorrupted Bones took three or four slow steps forward, seemingly about to launch an attack. In an instant, Uncorrupted Bones vanished, and an aged voice echoed, "Damn it! This thing is too malevolent; why aren't you running?" Hearing this left me dumbfounded! I stood there for quite some time, thinking to myself, "What the hell? The infamous Uncorrupted Bones is just this cowardly?"
Zhengyang chuckled coldly. "This Murmur has at most ten segments of Killing Intent. If we join forces, we might not be inferior to it!"
I was still in a state of Stunned, filled with questions about Uncorrupted Bones's abilities and exclamations followed by ellipses. However, time did not allow us to ponder further. That Murmur had clearly risen from the dead; a misty aura wafted towards us like an army of ants following the scent of food that invaded my nostrils and entered my brain's nerves, attempting to take control of my entire body.
In a daze, I saw Murmur transform into a beautiful woman dressed very scantily. My mind was much clearer than last time. According to the records in the book of Mausoleum Secrets: Murmur possesses a type of poisonous mist similar to an alluring fragrance; anyone who comes into contact with this aura will find their mind in a daze and experience hallucinations. In simpler terms, it's akin to drug users experiencing hallucinations from overdosing on drugs. The most remarkable aspect of this Charm Technique is that it draws out each person's inner flaws and magnifies them infinitely. There are three types of spirits in the world that master this kind of illusion: the most powerful is the Nightmare, which can put someone into eternal sleep within their dreams; next is the Poison Lord—once poisoned by it, one is left half-alive and half-dead; and then there's Murmur, which is considered the weakest among them. To deal with such spirits, one must sever their reliance to completely eliminate them. Otherwise, even top-tier spirits like the Drought Demon or Uncorrupted Bones, who have a strong desire for power within them, would meet their doom.
Once I understood this principle, my heart began to calm down. I realized that Bald Qiang yearned to become a ruler while Zhengyang aspired to be a martial arts master. As for my own pursuits, they were rather modest; if it weren't for being single for so many years, I probably wouldn't have conjured up such a beautiful woman.
This time it was up to me alone; I recited the forbidden incantation passed down by my Ancestor Master. Combining it with blood from my tongue and the Breaking Illusion Spell would unleash my strongest magical power against this kind of Charm Technique, providing excellent countermeasures.
In Maoshan Dao, there exists a method to dispel inner evil thoughts—there's only one word: "Wu" (nothing)! Moreover, this spell is nameless; Laozi once said "Nameless is the beginning of heaven and earth!" Later generations found it easier to remember and thus referred to it as the "Breaking Illusion Spell."
When Laozi journeyed westward through Hangu Pass, he came eastward with a Purple Aura. Guan Ling asked Yin Xi urgently to kneel before Laozi and request him to impart true words and secrets. Laozi wrote five thousand words in one go; the opening line stated: "Nameless is the beginning of heaven and earth; named is the mother of all things!" But he left no title for his work; its meaning is "Doing nothing achieves everything!"
This Breaking Illusion Spell requires one to have "Let him be strong if he is strong; let the gentle breeze caress the mountains. Let him be arrogant if he is arrogant; let the bright moon shine over the great river." In short, it's about simplifying complexity into one word: "Wu"!
Although the great way is simple, this word cannot be pronounced in ordinary Mandarin nor can it be articulated in any dialect or other languages. When Ancestor Master descended back then, he uttered a strange syllable that seemed impossible to produce from one's throat—deep yet distant—similar to the character "Mo" in Chinese; forgive me for being unable to describe it further.
I adjusted the muscles in my throat, slightly parted my lips, and produced that strange note.
"None!"
"None!"
"None!"
As I repeated the word three times, all sounds and illusions vanished without a trace. The false visions before me shattered like glass struck by a heavy object, scattering like torn photographs.
The illusion was broken, and Zhengyang sheathed his sword, while Bald Qiang seemed to remain in a deep slumber. Uncorrupted Bones still sat atop the Bronze Coffin, and Dong Tong showed no signs of waking. I remained in place, gripping the key tightly in my hand. Time seemed to stand still as I stared blankly at the box.
I was utterly confused; was this an illusion or reality? The line between reality and illusion blurred, leaving me feeling as though I had fallen into a fog. With each step forward, I felt the edges of both illusion and reality. Remembering the old man's words, "One pit on the left, one hole on the right; only walking in the middle of the road is safest."
This Taoist incantation, though simple, was incredibly taxing. After reciting the forbidden words three times, I felt fatigued. I repeated the incantation five more times and began to feel lightheaded. Zhengyang seemed completely oblivious to me, frowning at the Bronze Coffin as if pondering how to seal away the malevolent energy.
There was no other choice; I had to use blood from my tongue. I bit down hard on my tongue and spat a mouthful of blood toward the Bronze Box. A plume of black smoke erupted forth; the corpse within ignited like oiled paper, flames shooting up a meter high before turning to ash. Strangely, there was no sign of scorching on the box itself!
I had no idea if the illusion had ended. Zhengyang leaped up and pointed at my forehead, snapping me back to reality. "You’ve been sitting on that box for quite some time; what’s going on?" I was just as lost as he was, unable to distinguish between reality and dreams. "This Murmur is so fierce; you took just one whiff of its fragrance and became dazed three times!" Then I asked a question that made even me chuckle: "Am I dreaming or is this real?"
Such questions are difficult to answer honestly. It’s like asking patients in a mental hospital if they believe they are insane—no one would admit it. Was Zhengyang real or an illusion? I couldn't tell. I felt trapped in a maze. "Stay true to your heart; don’t lose your way!"
That phrase struck me like thunder, awakening me completely. Whether it be illusion or reality, one must not lose sight of their true heart. As long as my heart remained intact, everything would fall into place. I stood up straight and spat several drops of blood around me. The scene before me suddenly returned to its original state. Damn it, I'm back!
The female corpse in the Bronze Coffin remained motionless. "Leaving such a thing in your world will inevitably lead to disaster!" I raised my sword to strike down. Uncorrupted Bones, who had been watching silently for some time, finally spoke up. "Spare her; she is but a pitiful creature!"
I sighed and replied, "A pitiful person must have their faults! Since she possesses Demonic Sorcery, if we do not destroy her now, it will surely lead to great calamity!"
"Ah! Young man, you do not understand the plight of ghosts. She is merely a servant after all. A ghost must bow its head under low eaves!"
"Are you suggesting there is a true culprit behind her?"
"Pretty much!"
"In that case, she cannot be allowed to assist evil!"
"Leave some room for others; you may meet again someday! Murmur merely knows some confusing techniques; ultimately, it’s her lack of mental fortitude that gives her an opportunity! Once I kill that old dog, this girl will return to dust. What’s there to argue with a dead person?"
It wasn't that I didn't want to get rid of it; leaving something like this behind was bound to be a disaster. It was like the Corpse Flower from "Ghost Blows Out the Light," which could incite teammates to turn against each other. Right now, our lives were in the hands of the Uncorrupted Bones elder, and all I could do was go with the flow and do him a favor.
"Since you’ve spoken up, very well! Once I rescue my teammates, I have a few questions for her!"
Cackling laughter echoed from the Uncorrupted Bones, but he said nothing. I noticed his gaze fixed on Zhengyang, and there was a hint of fear that quickly vanished behind his facade.
The Sixth Box had a lock on it. I retrieved the key from the mouth of the female corpse. The box opened easily, revealing a person inside. From their demeanor, I immediately recognized it was Big Mouth Lee. I dragged him out and laid him on the ground. The three of them were still unconscious.
It seemed we would have to stay in this tomb for quite a while. To be honest, pulling Big Mouth Lee out so easily gave me an uneasy feeling. I heard Zhengyang speaking in a strange language with the Uncorrupted Bones. Soon, their shadows flickered and disappeared!
"What the hell! Zhengyang, what's going on? This time you didn’t help me at all and just slipped away with Uncorrupted Bones!" In the dimly lit tomb, I looked at the three people who were still in a deep slumber. Staring at the Sixth Box made me uneasy. A chill crept up from my feet.
Muffled sounds echoed through the Passageway, as if… countless people were fighting, or perhaps it was a brawl.
Given how close those sounds were, they must be just ahead in the left and right ear chambers!!!
My face turned pale at that moment. When we arrived, we had sensed something was off in those ear chambers. Could it be that Zhengyang and Uncorrupted Bones were in a fierce battle, provoking the Yin Soldiers of the tomb? Were they coming out to cause trouble?
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