Fabricating myths, starting with the creation of eight fictional ancient tribes

The powerful flashlight in Ren Quanxu's hand could only illuminate a distance of less than half a meter in front of him.

Everyone was crammed into the enclosed main room, not daring to breathe.

The room was completely empty, without any furniture, and not even the cobwebs that are common in old houses.

There was only the heavy wooden door they had just slammed into, and a window in the wall that had long been sealed shut.

"Boss... Boss..."

Zhang Xing's voice trembled noticeably as he pointed to the inside of the wooden door in the dim light of his flashlight.

"Look over there..."

Ren Quanxu looked in the direction he was pointing, and his scalp tingled instantly.

Near the latch of the wooden door, there were several shocking bloody handprints.

The bloodstains had turned black, indicating they were quite old.

But what's most chilling is the direction these handprints are facing.

They weren't left behind by someone trying to push the door open from the outside.

Instead, someone inside was desperately trying to pry open the door and escape!

The deep grooves that the fingers dug into the wooden board.

Even the embedded broken fingernail tells a story of the extreme fear that person felt back then.

"Something was locked up in this room before..."

Ren Quanxu swallowed, feeling his throat dry as if it were on fire.

But strangely, ever since they rushed into the room...

That heavy feeling pressing down on my back, that ever-present chilling aura,

They really all disappeared.

Zhang Xing touched his back, a look of relief at surviving a disaster mixed with a deeper fear on his face.

"Boss, that old woman...it seems she really didn't come in."

"All that filth riding on our necks is gone."

The live stream chat was flooded with comments, as viewers watched through the camera...

I also felt this eerie tranquility.

"It's terrifying to think about! Why don't the ghosts outside dare to come in?"

"Is it because there's something even more terrifying inside this house?"

"This is called double-crossing, don't you understand? Little devils are afraid of big devils; that's the rule of the underworld!"

"Don't get too excited, streamer. I think this room is a hundred times more eerie than the outside!"

Ren Quanxu's heart leaped into his throat as he watched the analysis on the live stream.

He leaned against the corner of the wall, trying to keep his back pressed against it, which gave him a vague sense of security.

"Brothers..."

He faced the camera, his voice hoarse, the same spiritedness he had when he entered the mountains long gone.

At this moment, he was in a sorry state, his eyes filled with terror.

"I admit it now."

"What Ji Xuanyuan said might all be true."

"There are truly things in this world that science cannot explain."

"That dragon, those ghosts, they all really exist."

At this point, he took a deep breath, his eyes becoming somewhat fanatical.

"Since ghosts and gods exist, then what Ji Xuanyuan called an ancient immortal cultivation family must not be a lie!"

"We... may have truly stumbled upon a turning point in the revival of a myth!"

The voice just fell.

A strange sound suddenly broke the silence in the room.

"Sizzle—sizzle—"

The sound was coming from a half-closed side room next to the main house.

It started as the sound of flowing water, but quickly turned into this sharp metallic scraping sound.

It's like someone using long fingernails to scratch hard on a rusty iron plate.

It was like some sharp weapon cutting through bone.

In this enclosed and silent space, the sound was amplified infinitely.

It was like steel needles piercing directly into everyone's eardrums.

"Wh...what was that sound?"

The blond-haired young man was so frightened that he sat down on the ground with his hands covering his ears tightly.

"Stop grabbing me...stop grabbing me...I can't take it anymore..."

Ren Quanxu was also pale, but he knew that in this godforsaken place, sitting and waiting to die was tantamount to waiting to die.

We must figure out the source of the sound in order to determine where the way out lies.

"Zhang Xing, grab the entrenching tool."

Ren Quanxu gritted his teeth, pulled out a dagger from his waist, and gripped it with his other hand.

"Everyone else stay put, let's go check it out."

Although Zhang Xing's legs were cramping, he dared not disobey his boss's orders. Trembling, he picked up the entrenching tool and followed behind Ren Quanxu.

The two of them moved slowly, like thieves, toward the door of the side room.

With each step, the "sizzling" sound became clearer.

You can even hear a heavy, panting sound, like that of a wild beast.

"Huff... huff..."

We arrived at the door.

Ren Quanxu gave Zhang Xing a wink.

The two of them exerted force at the same time and suddenly pushed open the half-closed wooden door.

"Squeak—"

The wooden door let out a desperate scream as it slowly opened under the strain.

The powerful searchlight in Ren Quanxu's hand instantly shone into the room.

The light pierced the darkness, revealing the scene inside the room to everyone.

This side room is very spacious, even more so than the main room.

But this place is not empty; the ceiling is covered with dense black spider webs, hanging down like layers of shrouds.

And hanging from the ceiling in the very center is a huge bronze Bagua mirror.

The mirror is facing directly downwards.

And right below that Bagua mirror, on the ground, there was a huge coffin!

It was neither a wooden coffin nor a stone coffin.

Instead, it was a bronze coffin that shone with a ghostly green light!

The coffin was over three meters long and over two meters wide, and it looked incredibly heavy.

The surface of the coffin was covered with various ferocious ghost and deity reliefs.

Under the light, they seemed to come alive, twisting and dancing.

What's even more chilling is that nine thick black iron chains, each about the thickness of a wrist, are wrapped around this bronze coffin.

These chains look extremely old, covered with thick, reddish-brown rust.

Yellow talismans were pasted all over the seam between the coffin lid and the coffin body.

However, most of these talismans were already broken and their color had turned dark black.

"This...this is for suppressing zombies?"

Zhang Xing had watched too many zombie movies, and blurted it out subconsciously.

However, before they could observe it closely...

A figure suddenly entered their field of vision.

The man was lying on the lid of the bronze coffin, like a crazed monkey, desperately tearing at something.

Hearing the noise at the door, the person turned around abruptly.

The flashlight beam shone on his face.

His face was contorted with extreme excitement, his eyes were bloodshot, and a sinister grin hung at the corner of his mouth.

"The West...the West is invincible?!"

Ren Quanxu exclaimed in surprise, hardly believing his eyes.

The crazy person in front of me is actually the rich second-generation who had been making a fuss online before, and then mysteriously disappeared after entering the village!

How did he end up here?

And he was lying on that eerie coffin?

The viewers in the live stream were instantly in an uproar.

"Holy crap! Is that the Invincible West? He's acting like he's possessed!"

"What is he doing? He's tearing up talismans?!"

"Are you crazy?! That's a seal! He's courting death!"

"Stop him! The contents of that coffin must not be released!"