This humble Taoist priest has terrified the world with a Chinese-style horror game!

"efficient!"

Chen Feng's eyes lit up:

"These wax figures are 'containers' of resentment! Destroy the container, and the resentment will be exposed and become vulnerable!"

He glanced at the other wax figures that were approaching:

"Everyone, use peach wood swords! Don't chop, use stabs! Pierce their foreheads!"

As soon as the order was given, the team members outside the hall rushed in!

Ten peach wood swords were thrust out simultaneously!

A pale golden sword light flickered in the dimly lit main hall!

"Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!"

The peach wood sword easily pierced the wax figure's forehead.

With each stab, the wax figure would freeze for a moment, then begin to melt.

The black smoke of resentment that had been forced out quickly dissipated under the warding power of the peach wood sword.

In less than a minute, all seven wax figures turned into pools of wax.

Only the bronze mirror and the distorted amalgam reflected in it remained in the main hall.

"No...it's impossible..."

The group emitted a terrified sound:

"Heroic spirits... How could heroic spirits..."

"Heroic spirits?"

Chen Feng sneered and walked towards the bronze mirror:

"A bunch of resentful spirits forcibly stitched together, do they even deserve to be called heroic spirits?"

He raised the peach wood sword, its tip pointing at the mirror:

"True heroes should rest in peace and be remembered, not be dug up by you builders and turned into watchdogs."

"You...you dare to insult..."

"You are the ones who are being insulted."

Chen Feng interrupted it:

"It insults the fallen soldiers and their sacrifice."

He took a deep breath, and the golden light on the peach wood sword began to gather:

"Now, let me see you off..."

May you truly rest in peace.

As soon as he finished speaking, the peach wood sword stabbed fiercely at the bronze mirror!

It wasn't aimed at the mirror, but at the frame.

The frame is made of wood and is carved with cloud patterns from Shintoism in Japan, but the patterns have been altered and are messed up, and some parts are even engraved with Korean characters.

"Snap!"

The moment the peach wood sword pierced the picture frame, the frame shattered!

The composite figure in the mirror let out a piercing scream!

The picture frame is its "anchor point," a "frame" that stitches together resentment, faith, and curses.

The frame shattered, and the stitched structure began to collapse.

"No...don't..."

The collective struggled frantically, trying to escape from the mirror.

But it was too late.

Chen Feng twisted his wrist, and the peach wood sword twirled in the mirror frame!

"Splash—!!!"

The entire frame shattered completely!

The bronze mirror fell to the ground, shattering into countless fragments.

Each fragment reflects a small part of the whole.

The fragments bounced and struggled on the ground, eventually losing their luster and turning into ordinary glass shards.

The screams of the group came to an abrupt halt.

The main hall fell silent once more.

Only the wax and glass shards on the ground proved what had just happened.

"The second core... is solved."

Chen Feng sheathed his sword and looked at the Yin-Seeking Plate.

The pointer wobbled again, pointing in the last direction—

church.

"There's one left."

He looked at his teammates:

"How are you feeling?"

"We can still hold on."

Li Weiwei gritted her teeth; the wound on her left shoulder had reopened, and blood seeped through the bandage.

The other team members were also injured, but their eyes were determined.

"it is good."

Chen Feng nodded:

"If we take one last step and demolish the church, this instance will be completely finished."

The ten people left the shrine and headed towards the church.

The sky seemed to grow even darker.

The dark red sky began to show purplish-black streaks, like blood about to congeal.

The patchwork marks on the streets are becoming increasingly obvious, and in some places you can even see rough traces of glue and nails.

"The builders from South Korea... their skill level is indeed limited."

Team member B whispered:

"The stitching is so rough, they didn't even bother to cover it up."

"Because they believe that terror doesn't need logic."

Chen Feng said calmly:

"As long as it can scare people, no matter how illogical it is, it's a successful form of horror."

"Unfortunately, they don't understand..."

He looked ahead at the church spire, which was faintly visible:

"True terror requires the most rigorous logic."

"Because only a logically consistent horror can make people believe it's true."

"And belief is the root of fear."

The church soon came into view.

It was a typical Gothic building, with soaring spires and colorful stained-glass windows.

But there was no cross standing at the entrance of the church.

It is a Buddha statue.

The Buddha statue is not seated, but standing, with its hands clasped together, but its fingers forming a "heart" gesture.

A huge cross hangs on the chest of the Buddha statue.

The cross is engraved with the Bagua diagram.

In the center of the Bagua diagram, there is a line of Korean text:

Everything under heaven originates from my staff.

"I really am..."

Team member A's lips twitched; he didn't even have the energy to complain anymore.

"Prepare to enter."

Chen Feng made a gesture.

The church doors are heavy oak doors, carved with biblical stories.

In the story of Daniel at the Lion's Den, the lion is replaced by the mascot of South Korea—a raccoon dog wearing glasses and grinning.

In the story of Noah's Ark, the ark was covered with the flags of South Korea.

"They're even going to change the Bible?"

Li Weiwei shook her head.

Chen Feng offered no comment, but simply gestured for his teammates to push the door open.

The door opened.

A strong scent of incense and candles mixed with the smell of formaldehyde wafted over.

The church interior was large, with rows of pews filled with people.

No, it's not a person.

It's a corpse.

Corpses dressed in various clothes.

Some were wearing suits, some were wearing hanbok, some were wearing kimonos, some were wearing monk robes...

They all had their heads down, their hands on their knees, and remained motionless.

But behind their necks, there was a thick, transparent tube, like an IV drip tube, inserted.

A dark red liquid flowed from the pipes, all converging at the very front of the church—

There, on the altar, was not a Bible.

It was an old-fashioned CRT television.

The TV screen was lit, displaying static.

"Shh...shh..."

The sound echoed in the empty church.