Folklore: Pre-emptive shelter begins with the stomach.

At this moment, Feng Mo realized that it was a woman's voice.

Xiao Bai, who was also nestled at Feng Mo's feet, reacted even more violently.

Xiao Bai, who had just adapted to the environment, instantly reverted to his frightened state, his legs trembling, but he still didn't forget to protect Feng Mo behind him.

However, Feng Mo still couldn't understand what the other person was singing.

Something unusual must be going on.

The next second, he saw a group of people walking out from Huanjiang Road.

Figures walked forward mechanically, each holding a clapper, their bodies nothing but skeletons with only a thin layer of skin beneath.

The ethereal blue light emanating from the spiritual herbs clearly revealed their shapes.

One by one, their faces were deathly pale, their features painted with heavy rouge and powder, and the eerie singing from the depths of Huanjiang Road kept engulfing their stomachs.

Their postures are bizarre, jumping and performing, their skin and bones resembling puppets manipulated by threads.

Upon seeing these strange things, Feng Mo immediately recognized them from the booklet.

"Quiet"!

Those who act as accomplices to the tiger become treacherous; their actions are guided by others, following the tiger's lead, indicating that they have been transformed by strange influences after death.

Unlike the Smiling Ghost and the Gauntlet, they don't wander aimlessly.

Instead, they acted in an orderly manner, with a clear objective.

Whenever a group of ghouls appears, there must be a second-order ghoul living nearby—all their habits are solely for serving their "tiger".

Just as the eerie atmosphere of opera performances is hidden deep within Huanjiang Road, these strange creatures also carry characteristics related to opera.

This is the true meaning of "acting as an accomplice to a tyrant".

Feng Mo narrowed his eyes slightly.

The other party finally couldn't hold back any longer.

This group of ghosts was completely different from ordinary ghosts; their movements were perfectly synchronized, just like the opera troupe that Master Feng had invited a few days ago.

Even so, blocked by the vast expanse of spiritual herbs, they could only proceed along the route planned by Feng Mo.

Once they are within range, the first-tier arrow towers inside the Five Internal Organs Temple immediately launch an attack.

An arrow pierced the air and suddenly stabbed into the leader of the evil spirits.

Like the Smiling Ghost, this strange creature turned into a pool of black ash the moment it was pierced by an arrow.

But just as the second arrow was shot,

Their sudden increase in the speed of their clapperboard tapping caused the arrows in the air to momentarily pause.

The arrow's momentum was greatly reduced, and when it was shot at the other monster, it only destroyed half of its body.

Even though half of its body was just skin and bones with rotting flesh, the monster didn't care at all and continued to mechanically play the clapper with its only remaining hand.

It wasn't until the third arrow struck it that it completely turned into a pool of black ash.

Upon seeing this, Feng Mo frowned slightly.

"This treacherous creature is truly extraordinary," Feng Mo muttered to himself.

Dealing with them simply requires adding an extra arrow, but that extra arrow halves the kill efficiency.

One or two is fine, but once it reaches a certain scale, the pressure will increase exponentially.

What you fear most is what happens.

The next second, as the opera singer's singing became clearer, more and more ghosts poured out from Huanjiang Road.

At the same time, a large number of smiling ghosts and thin ghosts appeared all around.

A chilling wind howled, and ghosts wailed!

Another bizarre disaster!

Feng Mo knew that a second-order anomaly had appeared, and perhaps this was the true aftermath of the strange disaster in Jiangbai Village.

He immediately lifted the attack restrictions on the remaining arrow towers.

Of the nine arrow towers, except for the second-tier upgraded arrow tower which was kept as a backup, the other eight fired simultaneously, unleashing a torrential rain of arrows.

Feng Mo had a backup plan.

His target was never these small fry.

It was that second-tier weirdo!

If that second-tier monster has enough intelligence, it will not dare to show itself easily after witnessing the power of the second-tier arrow tower.

This second-tier arrow tower is like a lurking viper, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any moment.

Meanwhile, as the calamity approached, the defensive fortifications of the Five Internal Organs Temple also faced a test.

Feng Mo had already reinforced the defenses of his internal organs in the past few days.

The outer wooden traps formed two rings, and the four walls were covered with highly effective protective stones to reduce the pressure on the walls and jointly resist the strange impact.

He also packed the collected disaster stones into bags and hung them all over the four corners of the wall. Once the wall was impacted, the disaster stones in the bags would be automatically consumed to replenish energy.

It can be described as impregnable.

And it turned out just as he had predicted.

These first-order anomalies, once they reached the base of the wall, posed no real threat whatsoever.

They made a big show of it, but it was all bark and no bite.

Its only purpose is to peel off some plaster from the wall and kick up clouds of dust.

But it was immediately repaired by the disaster stone in the next instant.

Similarly, Feng Mo was also constantly paying attention.

His spirit herb isolation belt was also very effective. Once the pressure on a certain wall became too great, he would immediately manipulate the spirit herbs to change their strange course, thereby dispersing the pressure on the wall.

The scene was instantly filled with flying mud and rocks, and dust everywhere.

But all of this, seen by the second-tier monster lurking in the shadows, appeared to be nothing more than a sign that its internal organs were already at their limit and on the verge of collapse.

Even the originally melodious and lingering opera singing gradually came closer from afar.

Feng Mo knew that the real deal had arrived!

The second-tier anomaly that nearly destroyed Jiangqing Village could no longer sit still!

As the eerie opera singing drew closer, Feng Mo finally saw what the other person looked like.

It was dressed in a theatrical costume and had long hair that reached its shoulders.

Unlike first-order monsters that are disfigured and resemble rotten flesh, these creatures are born indistinguishable from humans.

Her hair was styled in two buns, and she wore embroidered bow shoes.

Wearing a faded white short jacket and pleated skirt, adorned with intertwined flowers and birds, these inanimate objects seemed to come alive with the opera's accompaniment, appearing incredibly lifelike.

With a twist and a step, the movements are agile yet inexplicably filled with mechanical strangeness.

With each line sung, the body would assume a corresponding operatic posture.

"Short clothes, short looks, makes people laugh..."

The longer the robe, the more destitute he becomes... His clothes are tattered, dogs bite him; his road is blocked, he encounters a broken bridge...

"I too once lived a life of luxury and extravagance... I too once lived a life of hardship and destitution..."

You laugh at my Nine Gates' decline, but how can you know the coldness of human nature...

As it drew closer, Feng Mo finally heard the lyrics of the song clearly.

Every word was filled with an overwhelming sorrow, and before he knew it, two lines of tears had slid down his cheeks.

"What's wrong with me?" Feng Mo wiped his eyes, puzzled.

Obviously...

He immediately sat down cross-legged and entered a meditative state, while simultaneously beginning to visualize the Heart Palace Visualization Diagram.

After a moment, the sorrowful emotion was finally washed away, and the tear stains in the corners of her eyes gradually stopped.

Little White, on the other hand, was already so frightened that it was whimpering and crying like a little dog.

Even so, it still stood firmly in front of Feng Mo, protecting him behind it, and kept barking eerily at the distant opera singer.

"Is this the terrifying power of the second-tier monster? It has already affected me before I even came into contact with it." Feng Mo was horrified.

Fortunately, the Five Organs Exercises have long included methods to deal with mental erosion.

The temple of his heart that he forged!

Feng Mo entered a meditative state and began to examine the visualization diagram to suppress his grief.

At the same time, he squinted as he watched the female lead approach.

The opponent had already entered the range of the upgraded arrow tower.

Two hundred meters.

not enough!

Judging from the first encounter with the aftermath of the Jiangqing Village calamity, this female opera singer is as cunning as the pseudo-human monster.

Last time, the other party probably wanted to take the opportunity to kill him, but stopped because they were afraid of Huang Lao Er who came to help. Their caution is evident.

And just like that, the other party closed to within 150 meters!

Not enough, get closer!

"With money, even one's own flesh and blood are treated like strangers; without money, even one's own flesh and blood are treated like strangers—only respecting clothes, not people; only climbing the social ladder, not pitying the poor..."

The sound was getting closer.

Gradually, even with the suppression of the visualization, the sorrowful emotions surged in like a tidal wave.

Feng Mo immediately grabbed a spirit stone and forcibly circulated his cultivation technique to suppress the grief he felt.

One hundred meters!

The other person's singing suddenly rose in pitch.

It was clearly wary of the arrow tower, and probed its range several times.

It seems it has been secretly observing for the past two days and has figured out the approximate range of the arrow tower.

Upon seeing this, Feng Mo immediately changed the attack mode of the arrow tower to "nearest priority".

After testing the tower a few more times to make sure it wouldn't attack, Hua Dan finally approached Wu Qin Miao with peace of mind.

At the same time, its singing style became increasingly desolate and sorrowful, as if it had suffered endless grievances.

"When one falls on hard times, the soul scatters first... Even the slightest bit of glory is cherished by ghosts—laughing at poverty and lowliness but not at the wicked... Following the trend of opportunism and the monument of treachery..."

When it got within a hundred meters, the singing style became strange and distorted.

That feeling of sadness returned, like a persistent, insidious infection.

Previously, he could suppress it with visualization diagrams, but now, Feng Mo can only rely on his own willpower to withstand it.

This strange thing began to erode Feng Mo's mind, causing him immense suffering.

Today, it must die here.

He shakily pulled the smiley face out of his pocket.

This face-skin-based device is precisely designed to resist such allure!

Now is the time!

"Advance payment!"