This actor is full of tricks.

"It's completely a turtle shell."

Xiao Ming used all his cards, even slashing out with sparks, but even so, not a single white mark was left on the shrine.

"Alright, let's stop." Lin Jue told all the monsters to step back. "Since we can't destroy it, I'll take it with me. If we leave this thing here, someone might come and perform some kind of sacrifice."

As he spoke, he reached out to lift the shrine, but the small shrine in front of him was like a boulder weighing ten thousand pounds, and even with all his strength, it remained unmoved.

"Come and help me."

Lin Jue called He Wen and the other ghosts over to help. Even with the combined efforts of the three ghosts, they still couldn't budge the shrine an inch.

It can't be destroyed, and it can't be taken away; this thing is just like an ancient turtle that's been around for ten thousand years.

"I really don't believe it!" Lin Jue suddenly became determined, rummaging through his backpack, wanting to see if there was any strange artifact that could destroy this thing.

The Tetanus Blade is definitely not an option; its main ability is focused on inflicting pain, and a shrine can't possibly feel pain.

"Hmm? This thing might be useful."

Suddenly, Lin Jue pulled out a claw hammer from the deepest part of his backpack. He had obtained this strange weapon from the second resident of Black Street. The second resident had planned to use the hammer to destroy the door separating Building 1 from Black Street, but before the plan could be carried out, Lin Jue killed him.

"According to resident number two, even if all the residents of Black Street joined forces, they wouldn't be able to break down that door, which shows that the door is extremely sturdy. But he said that this hammer could do it, that it might have the ability to destroy things, and that we could give it a try."

Lin Jue took the hammer out of his bag, looked at the shrine, and without the slightest hesitation, smashed it down.

The moment the hammer touched the shrine, Lin Jue heard a piercing roar: "Human, how dare you!"

boom!
The shrine shattered into pieces in an instant, and the roar became sharper: "Human, you're asking for death!"

Lin Jue didn't know who the voice came from, but he wasn't afraid of any threats. He only knew that this hammer could really destroy the shrine. His expression didn't change at all, and he hammered a few more times.

"Human, stop smashing! I can grant you one wish!"

"Human! I tell you, when I arrive, you will surely die!"

The voice was both seductive and threatening, but Lin Jue remained unmoved, merely raising his eyelids slightly.

Hearing these words, he realized where the voice came from. The benevolent father who had not yet descended had noticed the abnormality of the shrine and wanted to stop it. Unfortunately, the man himself did not know where he was trapped, so he could only threaten him with words.

Having understood this, Lin Jue became even more reckless, completely smashing the shrine. To be on the safe side, he even smashed all the fragments into powder before leisurely putting away the hammer.

The voice did not reappear, clearly realizing that this human was unyielding and unmoved by either persuasion or coercion.

"Wasn't there a black hand in this shrine? Where did it go?" Lin Jue fiddled with the shrine's fragments. From the moment he started causing the destruction until now, the black hand hadn't reappeared, and the noses that had been taken away had also disappeared.

However, Lin Jue didn't mind. The important thing wasn't the black hand; as long as the shrine was destroyed, that was enough. He shifted his gaze to the black coffin beneath the shrine. Ever since he entered, he had been curious about what was inside that coffin.

He tried to lift the coffin lid, but it didn't budge. Clearly, this coffin and the shrine were the same kind of magical artifacts, which were difficult to destroy. So he used the ram's horn hammer again and smashed it down hard on the coffin lid.

With a few blows, the coffin lid was smashed to pieces, revealing a headless, already decaying corpse inside the narrow, cramped coffin.

The corpse clearly belonged to a human, and the red circular symbols were covered all around the corpse and even on all the inner walls of the coffin, like scarlet eyes hiding inside the coffin and staring menacingly at Lin Jue.

"There's a headless corpse inside the coffin. What are they planning to do?"

"These cultists collect information from various places about the four human senses and the four common human emotions: joy, anger, sorrow, and fear."

"Four senses, emotions, a headless corpse."

Lin Jue's mind raced as he pondered the connection between the three. Suddenly, a thought struck him, and he vaguely guessed how that benevolent father would descend upon him.

The four senses make up the human face, and the four emotions can be understood as the basic elements that constitute human consciousness, or they can be regarded as the brain. The face and the brain together can be understood as a head, and if the head is connected to a headless corpse, then it is a complete human body.

In other words, that benevolent father was piecing together a complete human body by collecting these things, and then using it to descend into the world.

"When I destroyed this shrine, the benevolent father said that I would surely die when he descended. This means that the destruction of the shrine may not affect his descent, but it will definitely weaken the power of his descent. Otherwise, he would not be so angry."

“I certainly can’t let that guy collect the complete body, but I can’t give up on the five-star scenario. Before that, let’s weaken some of his power.”

He had had this idea before, and now that he had roughly deduced the truth, the idea became even more deeply rooted. A raging flame ignited in his hand and landed on the headless corpse in the coffin.

After confirming that the headless corpse had been burned to ashes, he returned the way he came and pushed open the door.

The Wisteria Community outside the gate remained deathly silent. Lin Jue looked back and saw that after he left, the sticky, fleshy gate began to slowly dissipate.

"Is this the only place with these rooms? Or are they located at every shrine?"

Lin Jue felt it was most likely the latter, because the room manager of the Golden Rose Hotel had also walked through a corridor full of blood and flesh before seeing the shrine, and had also said that the layout of the seventeenth floor had changed, so he must have mistakenly entered that room at that time.

Lin Jue walked back step by step, checking his train ticket to Jiuyuan on his phone.

Because of the fog, the last bus to Jiuyuan stopped at 3:15 PM, and it's almost 3 PM now, so it's definitely too late to catch the bus.

Furthermore, he had to stay at the Golden Rose Hotel. Zhao Huayu did not have an ID card, so he had to apply for a temporary identity certificate before going there.

After thinking for a moment, Lin Jue dialed Bai Yao's number directly: "Brother Yao, there's something I need your help with."

(End of this chapter)