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Chapter 177: I asked you to wake them up, not to hold a concert!

"Human lamp?"

Ye Shutong's expression changed slightly.

"This matter is indeed related to the King of Ailao. It is said that the King of Ailao, as the local tyrant, monopolized the Tea Horse Road business. He was extremely wealthy but cruel and bloodthirsty. Anyone who offended him would be turned into a human lamp!"

Wang Hui added, "There's also the legendary 'Inverted Foot Immortal' in the Ailao Mountains, which is said to have been raised by the King of Ailao and used in ancient times to help him eliminate his enemies. It can be said that the King of Ailao knew the Inverted Foot Immortal best."

Because the light inside the Temple of Heaven was too bright and dazzling, no one noticed the subtle movements of the lantern.

Ye Shutong lowered her head to avoid looking directly at the lights and damaging her eyes.

Sudden.

She discovered that all those people were using lamps backwards!

Ye Shutong quickly said, "Look at the bottom of the lamp!"

Jiang Nanxi removed the hand from her head and noticed, "If these are human lanterns, the bottom of the lanterns is their feet, and these people's feet are all upside down!"

Is it possible that the legendary "Foot-Reversing Immortal" of Ailao Mountain is actually the vengeful spirit of the lamp that the King of Ailao turned into a human lamp? The reversing of the feet was to keep the lamp stable with its one hand and one foot.

As soon as she finished speaking, a series of cracking sounds of bones grinding together came from the silent hall.

"The light...the light is moving!"

Wang Hui's eyes widened suddenly as he looked at the rows of lamps behind Jiang Nanxi.

The curved handles of the lamps, as nimble as human arms, suddenly rose up and covered the candle flame with their tips.

Swish.

All the lights inside the Temple of the Gods were turned off, and the once bright and clear hall instantly became pitch black.

The four people in the Temple of the Gods quickly huddled together back to back, warily looking around.

Jiang Nanxi and Ye Shutong simultaneously took out flashlights, illuminating the surrounding environment.

They shone their flashlights around and found that not only were all the lights out, but the people and lights were also gone!
"Minister, Wang Hui..."

"Save us..."

"It hurts so much, it hurts so much, help me..."

A series of noisy and shrill screams reached their ears. Ye Shutong and Wang Hui also heard many familiar voices, the voices of their colleagues from the Psionic Bureau who had died here!

"Who, who is talking!"

Ye Shutong spun the flashlight in her hand and shone it on a corner of the Heavenly God Temple. There, she saw blood everywhere and many people lying on the ground with their hands and feet cut off.

One of them, with only one hand and one foot left, crawled laboriously in a pool of blood, looking at her pleadingly for help.

"Minister, save me, save me... I don't want to be lit up... I don't want to...! Save me!"

His only remaining arm, covered in blood, stretched out towards Ye Shutong.

Behind him were many others who had lost an arm or a leg and were crawling in pools of blood.

They wailed.

He screamed in agony.

Beside the pool of blood stood a shadowy figure whose features were obscured, holding a white bone knife and humming a chilling song.

"Gods, I pray for you. With my aged body, I offer you freshly slaughtered cattle and sheep, I offer you a pure soul, and I light a guiding lamp for you."

"O gods, I will dance for you before I die; please guide the living, leading them safely and healthily through the night, away from hidden demons, and granting Saba eternal life."

The shadowy figure hummed a tune as he swiftly chopped off a person's skull with his knife, as if slicing a watermelon.

The person lying on the ground had only two-thirds of their head left, lying there with their eyes wide open in death. The shadowy figure then conjured a match out of thin air and stuck it into the severed head.

The dead man stood up straight, his remaining hand supporting his head, his feet upside down, motionless, becoming a lamp.

"Gods, I pray for you... I light a guiding light for you."

The shadowy figure continued humming, chopping off the skulls of others with its bone knife, turning them into lamps.

"Minister, help! Help us!"

"Wang Hui, save me!" The shrill screams echoed in Ye Shutong and Wang Hui's ears. They looked at the familiar faces in the pool of blood, their skulls cruelly shaved off and turned into lamps. Anger ignited in their eyes.

"stop!"

Ye Shutong and Wang Hui shouted at the same time, and the two rushed towards the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, trying to stop the dark figure from continuing to harm their colleagues.

But in Jiang Nanxi and Liu Qingyan's sight, there was no pool of blood, nor any human figure.

In the direction they rushed towards, a beautifully decorated soft couch appeared, covered with silk, on which lay a large, bloody, wet mass of flesh.

This fleshy ball was about the size of a small van, with its skin covered in wrinkles, and at first glance it looked like a mountain of flesh.

"stop!"

"Let them go!"

As Ye Shutong and Wang Hui ran forward, a huge mouth appeared directly in front of the ball of flesh, filled with countless teeth like those of a shark.

Its mouthparts are wide open, like a door, enticing others to run inside and become its food.

"Don't go over there, it's dangerous!"

Jiang Nanxi and Liu Qingyan stopped Ye Shutong and Wang Hui respectively, but the two of them kept struggling.

Wang Hui roared furiously, his eyes bloodshot, "Let me go! Let me go save them! They're my colleagues, my partners! I can't just stand by and watch them die here!"

Ye Shutong cried out in anguish, "I want to take them back! I want to take them home!"

"Get out of the way! If you don't, don't blame me for being impolite!"

Wang Hui even took out a weapon.

Liu Qingyan snatched the weapon from his hand, threw it away, then blocked his way and grabbed Ye Shutong's clothes.

He quickly said to Jiang Nanxi, "They've fallen into the illusion of the illusion array and can't break free. Quickly find a way to wake them up!"

Jiang Nanxi raised her hand, "Can't we wake them up?"

"Not necessarily. This illusion array is very powerful. It uses the souls of the Psionic Bureau members who died here before. Those people knew them and had ties with them. It will make them sink deeper and deeper into the illusion. It will probably take a lot of effort to wake them up!"
If you hurt them, we'll have to protect them, which will be even more troublesome! You'd better think of another way!

Jiang Nanxi then put her hands away, took out two large loudspeakers from her spatial storage, turned them up to the maximum volume, and placed them next to the two of them.

Good luck! Good luck to you! Good luck brings joy and love! Good luck! We are all blessed with good luck! May good fortune bring prosperity and success to all corners of the world!

Upon hearing the deafening singing, Liu Qingyan paused for a moment. "Is this all you usually listen to?"

"Not at all."

Jiang Nanxi pressed a button and changed the song.

Then the sound got even louder.

The key is,

Liu Qingyan also noticed that Jiang Nanxi was holding a megaphone in one hand to play music, and singing along with it in the other hand, while wildly shaking her hair like a rock guitarist at a concert.

Loudspeaker: "The Wumeng Mountains connect to mountains beyond mountains!"

Jiang Nanxi (flipping her hair): "The Wumeng Mountains connect to mountains beyond mountains!"

Loudspeaker: "Moonlight shines on Xiangshui Beach!"

Jiang Nanxi (roaring): "The moonlight shines on Xiangshui Beach!"

Loudspeaker: "Can anyone tell me?"

Jiang Nanxi: "But Heaven is calling for you!"

"..." Liu Qingyan remained silent for a long, long time before finally speaking, "I told you to wake them up, not to hold a concert here!"

Ye Shutong and Wang Hui were both dumbfounded. "Jiang Nanxi, what are you doing? Are you pretending to be a female ghost?"

Jiang Nanxi tilted her head and looked over, saying to Liu Qingyan, "See? She's awake! You tell me if it's any good or not!"

Liu Qingyan: "..."

Liu Qingyan rubbed his temples, turned his head to look at the huge fleshy ball on the soft couch not far away, and then he found that the fleshy ball was wriggling and had changed its appearance!