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The four of them suddenly found themselves at odds, arguing fiercely, but none of it was by their own will. Ziya was acutely aware of this but felt helpless to point it out at that moment. She sensed that in a hidden room somewhere, a pair of devilish eyes were watching their every move. At that moment, Ziya reprimanded Zhiqing and Liu Yi, her initial fear gradually dissipating in the perilous environment. She considered the situation comprehensively, and her calm demeanor earned the admiration of the two men.
They had to keep searching, just as Ziya suggested, opening all the doors to see what lay beyond. However, with their combined strength, it would take ages to check so many rooms. Moreover, there were unknown evil forces lurking within, waiting for them to fall into their trap.
As they walked down the corridor, they reached an end that led to another hallway. In the shadows, Zhiqing spotted a curled-up figure ahead.
"Up ahead, quickly..." Zhiqing temporarily let go of Ziya and hurried towards the figure on the ground. Ziya, Liu Yi, and Zeng Qin all moved closer to see who was curled up there.
Xiao Ranhong was already cold as ice; her eyes bulged out, breathless with a trickle of clear mucus flowing from her nostrils. Her mouth was agape, revealing the hollow throat at the back of her throat. Her complexion was pale, and her expression was frozen in horror as if she had seen something terrifying that had locked her face in that moment.
Ziya rushed over in shock and covered her mouth, trembling uncontrollably like a leaf in the wind. Although she hadn’t known Xiao Ranhong for long, her lively image was deeply rooted in her mind. A vibrant life had just extinguished—much like when she saw Magnolia petals fall on the lawn during Sun Meng's wedding photoshoot; the feeling of sorrow was eerily similar.
"What’s going on?" Liu Yi crouched down, wanting to reach out and check on Xiao Ranhong but hesitated and pulled his hand back instead. Despite their age having witnessed many dead bodies, they had never seen one die so horrifically—especially not a young girl.
Zeng Qin dared not approach; she kept her distance and watched from afar as fear surged within her again. The anxiety made her tense up; she instinctively reached out to grip the wall beside her, causing a cloud of crumbling paint to fall beneath her feet.
The light in the corridor flickered, illuminating the different expressions and feelings among the four. Xiao Ranhong was dead—horribly so—and Zhiqing repeatedly tried to cover her eyes. Just as he moved his hand away, her eyelids twitched slightly. Before he could comprehend what was happening, there was a faint sound—a pop—and her eyes opened wide on their own. The black pupils expanded almost filling the whites of her eyes as streaks of blood began to seep down her cheeks.
What a ghastly sight it was—her eyes opened wide as if refusing to close even in death. At that moment, Xiao Ranhong resembled a mischievous child deliberately teasing Zhiqing; if one looked closely, they could see her lips moving slightly as her eyelids sprang open.
Liu Yi couldn’t bear to watch any longer; witnessing those eyelids repeatedly pop open left him feeling numb all over with terror. If he were in such a situation, he would have fled long ago. With that thought in mind, Liu Yi stood up abruptly under the pretense of comforting Zeng Qin and distanced himself from Zhiqing and the corpse.
Zhiqing had no fear of dead bodies; during his time as a Feng Shui Master, he had dressed countless corpses for burial. Those who had passed needed to be dressed in old clothes for peace in their afterlife. However, their children often couldn’t face their deceased parents and would hire Zhiqing to handle the funeral arrangements—even willing to pay several times more for his services.
Zhiqing looked at Xiao Ranhong, fully immersed in the moment, murmuring incantations under his breath. He reached out again to wipe her eyelids. Finally, Xiao Ranhong's eyelids closed and did not flutter open again, which left Ziya, Liu Yi, and Zeng Qin astonished.
“How did you do that?” The four of them hurried away from Xiao Ranhong's body, heading in another direction. Ziya walked alongside Zhiqing and posed the question that had been on the minds of the three.
“What do you mean, how did I do it?” Zhiqing turned to look at Ziya, countering her inquiry.
“Uh... what were you mumbling about? Why didn't Xiao Ranhong's eyelids open again?” Ziya swallowed nervously, gazing at Zhiqing as she asked.
Liu Yi and Zeng Qin listened intently to the conversation between Ziya and Zhiqing.
“She died suddenly and uneasily; we need to help her find peace,” Zhiqing said with a wry smile. In truth, he knew he hadn’t chanted anything significant; he had merely spoken a vow to avenge Xiao Ranhong’s death. But that was something he couldn’t share with anyone, not even with Ziya.
Help her find peace... Liu Yi paused, pondering whether there really was a soul after death. Zeng Qin felt a shiver run down his spine at the thought and was secretly relieved he hadn’t looked at the corpse; otherwise, he might have been terrified.
Zhiqing connected the series of deaths together. Each death was different: the first was from Hell's Gate's first torture, the Tongue-Pulling Hell; the second was from Finger-Cutting Hell; the third from Gutting Hell; and Xiao Ranhong’s death belonged to the Mirror of Sin Hell. What had Xiao Ranhong seen? Could it be something more terrifying than a ghost?
“Why is everyone so quiet? This feeling is really unsettling!” Liu Yi said irritably as he kicked a corner of the wall. Zeng Qin’s face turned even paler at this outburst. Liu Yi was annoyed by Zeng Qin’s behavior and angrily pointed at him, cursing, “It’s all your fault for being a jinx! If you hadn’t stopped me from opening that door, I might have already escaped!”
Zeng Qin was flustered and at a loss for words. “That door had blood on it; I... didn’t want you to walk into danger.”
Zhiqing and Ziya exchanged puzzled glances. What did they mean by that door?
“What door?” Zhiqing halted his steps and turned to Liu Yi with a questioning look.
"Damn it, as soon as I woke up, I started looking around and saw a door at the end of the corridor. There was a key in the doorknob, and I thought that must be the exit. But then this woman blocked me and wouldn't let me open the door," Liu Yi said angrily, pointing at Zeng Qin.
Ziya and Zhi Qing understood Liu Yi's words. Wasn't that the iron door they used to rescue Li Mao? Thinking of Li Mao made Zhi Qing feel a wave of fear. He looked at the cracks in some places on the wall, then glanced at the damp soil in the corner and the slippery floor of the corridor. An unimaginable thought crossed his mind—could this be related to that incident?
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