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The words of the Death Apostle made me feel uneasy, as for a brief moment, I too sensed a wave of Grievance. However, that aura did not seem to harbor any malice towards us, in stark contrast to the Killing Intent we had felt earlier.
Just as I was puzzled, the flickering images on either side suddenly stepped out from behind the curtain as if they were real. "Aren't these supposed to be fake? How did they come out?" the Death Apostle said.
I looked at the grotesque Evil Spirits before me and remarked, "I thought this was just an ordinary Haunted House; who knew there were actually ghosts?"
Upon hearing our words, the Evil Spirits did not rush towards us but instead slowly approached step by step. Their faces dripped with putrid, decaying blood, and they wore tattered clothing that seemed to date back to the seventies or eighties.
Seeing this, I hurriedly drew my Jiang Ling, intending to stab it into my chest. However, the Death Apostle stopped me with a firm hand. "Don't be hasty. I feel they don't want to harm us; rather, they are trying to convey something..."
With that, the Death Apostle cautiously approached the spirits. "Don't..." I wanted to stop him, but he waved his hand dismissively, signaling that it was fine.
Although I sensed that the spirits meant no harm, they were still ghosts—nothing like living beings. With that thought in mind, I remained alert with my sword drawn, ready to summon the Void Spirit at any moment.
At that moment, the Death Apostle had reached the spirits' side. I watched as they leaned in close to whisper in his ear. I moved closer to eavesdrop on their conversation, but the surrounding noise made it impossible for me to hear anything. All I could do was wait patiently in place.
After a moment, it seemed as though the Death Apostle understood something; he nodded slightly. Then, those spirits gradually faded back into the darkness.
Turning around, the Death Apostle said to me, "They don't want to harm us; rather, this amusement park has awakened them, so..."
He paused for a moment before I pressed on, "So what? Do they want revenge?"
The Death Apostle replied, "Yes, that's correct. They want to take revenge on those who disturbed them. But when they saw your Void Spirit, they decided to trap you here instead of harming you directly."
"This can't be right! The dead have their rules and the living have their laws; how can we allow them to kill at will?" I felt uneasy because Yao Long was still outside. If these ghosts got out and put Yao Long in danger, it would spell trouble for our plan.
"But Yao Long is still outside! We can't stay trapped here forever; we need a way out."
At that moment, Hu Fang spoke up from behind me: "Don't you need a safe place? Isn't this perfect?"
I replied, "We may be safe here, but we have no idea if Yao Long is safe outside. For now, let's see if we can find a way out using our own strength."
The Death Apostle sighed. "That might be difficult; they created this Ghost Wall by combining the powers of five spirits. It won't be easy to break through."
"I've already broken through two Cursed Realms; why should I fear this Ghost Wall?" I said defiantly.
"There's a difference," the Death Apostle explained. "The Ghost Wall is simply something that traps people, so it becomes an endlessly repeating 'maze.' The more ghosts there are, the more terrifying the 'maze' can become... However, there is a way to break it; we just lack a crucial element right now."
"What element?!" I asked urgently.
"Talisman paper. The Ghost Wall created by five ghosts can be broken using regular Yellow Talismans drawn with blood, but we currently have no paper, so..."
Before the Death Apostle could finish, Hu Fang pulled a pack of tissues from her handbag. "I don't know what Yellow Talismans are, but I have facial tissues. Will this work?" She tossed the tissues to the Death Apostle.
He caught them with a wry smile. "Well... I've never tried this before. I don't even know if Taoist Practice will work." He held the tissue up to his nose and sniffed. "Hmm... still has a lavender scent... I feel a bit uneasy..."
"Don't worry about the scent; just try it and see if it works!" With that, I threw my Jiang Ling at him, hoping he could use it to draw the talisman.
But to my surprise, as soon as Jiang Ling was in the darkness, it blended into the shadows, making it impossible to see where it was. I cursed under my breath—what if it ended up stabbing the Death Apostle?
Unexpectedly, he reached out and caught Jiang Ling deftly in his hand, then exclaimed, "Ouch!"
"What happened?" I asked.
The Death Apostle adjusted Jiang Ling's position. "I caught it on the blade."
Hastily, I stepped forward to check on him. In the dim green light, I saw that his palm had been cut open with a shallow wound—just enough to break the skin.
He handed Jiang Ling back to me while complaining, "It's already dark; your sword is black too. Couldn't you just hand it to me instead of throwing it?"
I apologized. "I saw Hu Fang throw it and instinctively did the same. Thank goodness you were quick!"
Flattered by my praise, he puffed up with pride. "Of course! If I hadn't reacted quickly, your sword would have probably ended up in me."
With that, he pulled out a tissue from the pack and crouched down to spread it flat on the ground. "Drawing talismans on tissues—this is a first for me..." He dipped his fingers in the blood seeping from his palm and began to scribble on the tissue.
Before long, he had created a bloody talisman on the tissue and held it up. "I don’t know if Taoist Practice will work; let’s give it a try."
He returned the remaining tissues to Hu Fang and then began to chant incantations while forming hand seals like a Taoist priest. This reminded me of the Demon Sorcerer we had killed earlier.
I thought to myself, "Where did this antique dealer learn all this?" Just as I was puzzled, I saw the tissue in the Death Apostle's hand suddenly ignite in flames, engulfing the entire piece of paper in an instant.
The Death Apostle remained calm as he tossed the fire-wrapped tissue into the air, murmuring words I couldn't understand.
After a moment, as the ashes settled to the ground, the Death Apostle withdrew his hand and glanced around. "I knew this would be the outcome. Who uses tissue paper to draw symbols?"
Hearing this, Hu Fang and I also looked around, noticing that nothing had changed; the door still hadn't appeared. Hu Fang sighed, "What a waste of paper."
The Death Apostle, clearly frustrated, replied, "You wasted a piece of paper, and I'm seeing red over it. It was your idea after all." Sensing the tension in his words, I quickly intervened and asked, "Since we can't find a way out ourselves, did the ghost tell you how long they would keep us trapped? We can't stay here forever."
The Death Apostle raised three fingers. "Three hours. After three hours, the Ghost Wall will dissolve on its own, and then we can leave."
"Three hours?! What if Yao Long has already been harmed outside? No way, I can't wait that long." I sounded anxious.
After a moment of thought, I continued, "Regardless of anything else, let's move around for now. If we really can't get out later, at least it's better than just sitting here." Hearing this, both Hu Fang and the Death Apostle nodded in agreement.
As we walked, I complained, "What terrible luck to encounter something like this at such a time..."
The Death Apostle and Hu Fang remained silent, merely observing the fleeting images around us. Hu Fang appeared somewhat tense while the Death Apostle seemed indifferent.
Suddenly, I heard voices ahead that didn't sound like they were coming from speakers. My spirits lifted as I hurried forward, with Hu Fang and the Death Apostle following closely behind.
After turning two corners, I spotted an iron door ahead that looked exactly like the one we had come through before. There was also a red button beside it.
"What? Has three hours already passed?" Hu Fang asked curiously.
I pulled out my phone to check. "No way! It's barely been half an hour. Could it be that those ghosts were taken care of?" With that thought in mind, I pressed the button, and the door swung open with a creak. Blinding sunlight flooded in, making it hard for me to open my eyes.
"If the creator of the Ghost Wall is eliminated, then naturally the Ghost Wall will disappear as well. But who could have done it? Could it be Yao Long again? Even though he has rich combat experience, he wouldn't have anticipated this situation..." The Death Apostle muttered to himself.
"Stop guessing; just call and ask," I suggested as I took out my phone and handed it to the Death Apostle to dial Yao Long's number.
After a brief moment, he simply said "Hmm," before hanging up. He handed me the phone and said, "Yao Long seems to have been discovered; someone is looking for him. He wants us to wait by the pirate ship in the amusement park; he'll be there in ten minutes."
With that, the three of us left the Haunted House and headed toward the pirate ship in the amusement park.
I kept a vigilant eye on the passing pedestrians, fearing that someone from Yang Master might be hidden among them. However, until we reached the pirate ship area, I did not notice anything unusual.
Just then, I spotted someone in the distance waving at us. Upon closer inspection, I realized it was Yao Long. He stood among the crowd with the already opened Azure Spirit slung across his back.
"Yao Long is over there! Let's hurry!" I urged, quickening my pace to reach him.
"Were you the one who saved us during the roller coaster ride?" I asked as soon as I got close.
Yao Long nodded in affirmation, but at that moment, I noticed beads of sweat gradually forming on his forehead; he seemed to be in considerable discomfort.
"What's wrong?" I asked with concern.
He lifted his head, furrowing his brow tightly, and loosened his grip on his abdomen, which he had been holding. It was then that I noticed the white sports shirt around his waist was slowly becoming soaked with blood.
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