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The three individuals who had escaped the illusion continued their search for an exit from the Underground City, driven by their unyielding will and steadfast belief in one another. Leng Fengyang, the leader of the group, needed to find A Yan and Luo Shanhe as quickly as possible, aided by the System Prompt he carried with him.
He opened the System Panel with his thoughts and glanced at the System Information displayed on it. The bounties listed on the Leaderboard caught his attention. Leng Fengyang's gaze lingered on the bounty tasks for a moment as he quickly calculated the pros and cons in his mind.
He knew that accepting this high-risk mission not only meant facing unknown dangers and challenges but could also be their only hope of escaping the intricate Underground City. If they could obtain a map of the Underground City, it would undoubtedly shorten their search for an exit, reducing unnecessary wandering and exhaustion in the maze. Most importantly, it would allow them to pinpoint A Yan and Luo Shanhe's current locations.
With this thought in mind, Leng Fengyang touched the screen and entered the Mission Center, where the details of the task were displayed. He focused intently on the mission details, his eyes revealing deep contemplation.
However, accepting this mission meant worrying about A Yan and Luo Shanhe's safety and finding a way to reunite their team as soon as possible. Without a moment's hesitation, Leng Fengyang clicked the accept challenge button on the screen, automatically entering the countdown for the mission's start.
According to the mission rules, this challenge would last two hours and required him to delve into a specific area of the Underground City dedicated to worshipping deities to retrieve a Buddha Head. Time was of the essence; Leng Fengyang eagerly followed the system's prompts and arrived at a desolate yet solemn Sanctuary.
The air around him was heavy and cold, imbued with an undeniable sense of solemnity and oppression, making even breathing feel cautious as if afraid to disturb the ancient souls slumbering within. As he ventured deeper, the faint beam of his flashlight became his only guide, slicing through the surrounding darkness into deeper shadows.
Leng Fengyang's heart raced as he gripped his flashlight tightly; its light danced across mottled walls, illuminating ancient and eerie totems that seemed to whisper tales of past sacrifices and secrets. Suddenly, a chilling breeze swept through, carrying with it an unplaceable sound of weeping and sighing. Leng Fengyang felt a shiver run down his spine but forced himself to remain calm as he pressed onward.
He knew that the true test was just beginning. At the deepest part of the Underground City lay a massive altar surrounded by numerous coffins—some ancient and weathered, others appearing relatively new—arranged neatly like a silent army guarding the Buddha Head at its center, watched by countless eyes.
This Buddha Head was rumored to have reached astronomical prices due to speculation, though its exact origins remained unknown. However, this place was not merely a site for worship; it was also a relic of ancient rituals and sacrifices. Leng Fengyang could sense an indescribable aura of malevolence permeating the air, as if every coffin contained restless souls waiting for their moment.
Just as he approached the altar to retrieve the Buddha Head, hurried and chaotic footsteps suddenly echoed around him, as if countless souls had been awakened and were converging from all directions. Despite being a Grave Hunter, Leng Fengyang felt a chill run through him as he quickly scanned his surroundings.
The once still coffin lids began to slowly move, emitting a piercing creaking sound. Suddenly, a pale arm reached out from the gap, accompanied by a chilling wail, lunging towards him.
Faced with this sudden horror, Leng Fengyang drew the blood-stained rebar from his back, using it to bolster his courage. In such an environment, the innate fear within a person was the greatest enemy.
Taking a deep breath, Leng Fengyang focused his mind, believing that there were no ghosts or deities in this world. He skillfully dodged the ethereal hands that lunged at him with the rebar in hand.
However, the situation quickly spiraled out of control. What had started as isolated movements of a few coffins rapidly spread throughout the entire tomb, as if an invisible force had awakened it, turning it into a cacophony of terror.
The coffin lids thudded open like leaves swept up by a wild wind, creating a deafening roar that echoed through the eerie temple, leaving him feeling anxious and unsettled. From every opened gap emerged not only more pale and withered arms but also increasingly desperate and mournful cries. They intertwined to form a terrifying sound that could tear at one's heart.
The air was thick with the stench of decay and death, making Leng Fengyang's breathing unusually difficult. Confronted with this sudden all-out assault, he knew he could not afford to retreat.
He gripped the rebar tightly and used his agile movements to weave between the coffins. Each swing of the rebar was precise and powerful, shattering the ethereal hands that tried to grasp him one by one.
Yet, as more coffins began to move, the power of the spirits seemed to grow stronger. Some coffin lids floated in mid-air, hurtling towards him with a shrill whistle, while some spectral arms became unnaturally flexible, attempting to surround him from all directions at impossible angles.
Leng Fengyang's heart raced like a drum, but he remained composed, carefully searching for a flaw to counter this crisis. He realized that the reason these coffins could move on their own was related to the iron chains pulling at the temple from all sides; it was this mechanism resembling a linked device that was causing the chaos.
The pale arms reaching out from the coffin gaps were not supernatural; they were cleverly utilizing special vaporization technology combined with the incense smoke rising within the temple to weave a terrifying illusion that misled people into thinking they were seeing something indescribable.
Upon noticing this anomaly, Leng Fengyang quickly covered his mouth and nose and sought out the core mechanism of the iron chains. With his keen intuition, he swiftly located the core of the intertwining chains in the dim light—there was a mechanism box hidden in the shadows beneath the altar.
Carefully avoiding the moving coffins, he lightly touched the mechanism. With a faint mechanical whirring sound, the iron chains slowly relaxed and finally ceased their movement.
Around him, those arm illusions created by vaporization technology dissipated into nothingness. The temple returned to silence, leaving only the lingering scent of incense that added a touch of loneliness.
Knowing he should not linger in this place any longer, Leng Fengyang rushed towards the altar, grabbed the Buddha head with extraordinary speed, and sprinted toward the exit.
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