Excessive ferocity due to caution

The group chose to put aside their grudges for the time being, though several glances were secretly cast at Zhao Yi before they were quickly concealed.

Clearly, these people have already acknowledged that this is not the best time to take action.

The group carefully dispersed and observed the interior of the torture tower from the surrounding area.

This place is also a world unto itself.

The space inside is extremely spacious.

Although it was somewhat dark here, one could still see the surroundings to some extent. Zhao Yi carefully observed the murals inside the torture tower. On the wall to his left, there was a portrait carved.

A group of people were performing some kind of ceremony in the wild. They looked devout and varied in height and build.

These people are dressed in a very modern style.

Not far away, another person was taking pictures.

Shift your gaze to the right, and the mural begins to change.

A tentacle extending from the sky pierced the body of a devout person kneeling in worship.

Soon, instruments of torture appeared.

Horrifying and grotesque instruments of torture grew from the bodies of these kneeling worshippers, tearing apart their flesh and crushing their bones.

To become one with them.

The person filming did not receive any special treatment; instead, the camera recording everything malfunctioned.

Torture instruments also appeared around the camera.

In the third painting, the instruments of torture have disappeared.

A man with his head covered in nails is raising his arms and shouting.

He was subjected to nine kinds of torture devices.

Below, numerous believers waved their hands, spreading madness.

Zhao Yi was no stranger to nailheads.

In the cursed world of "Illness," he found an exquisite little wooden box behind Marquis Claybin's hidden bookshelf (Chapter 562).

The box also features a simple carving of a woman carrying instruments of torture, worshipping a man whose head is covered in nails.

"Hellish Monk..."

Qin Bai muttered to himself, his expression grave.

These guys are the true founders of the Skull Church.

At the end of the mural, some notes were inscribed:

What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again.

Suffering is both the origin and the end.

"This guy is probably one of the founders of the Church of the Skull."

Qin Bai suddenly spoke to Zhao Yi.

Zhao Yi carefully observed it for a few moments, then turned and left.

"So ugly."

He said.

Qin Bai: "(ˉ▽ˉ)"

As the group explored deeper into the torture tower, they could hear the dull, hollow clanging of chains overhead.

They could only see a radius of a few dozen meters; beyond that, they were completely shrouded in darkness. Zhao Yi tried to use the Evil Eye, but the pollution here was still very heavy. If he forcibly used the power of the Evil Eye, he would fall into the bizarre.

"No... Brother Ichiko."

Qin Bai suddenly grabbed Zhao Yi's sleeve, his face deathly pale!

Zhao Yi, who was still moving forward, looked at him and said:

"What's wrong?"

Qin Bai swallowed hard and lowered his voice:

"There's one more person in the team!"

"When we came in, I specifically counted, there were thirty-two people in total... but now, including us, there are thirty-three!"

Zhao Yi said calmly:

"Can you tell where the majority of people are?"

Qin Bai shook his head.

"I had roughly memorized the characteristics of the other thirty people, but now I can't tell them apart."

"Strange... In high school, my short-term memory was excellent, but now when I recall their features, it's all a blur."

Zhao Yi continued searching for the path ahead.

"A strange force has blurred that part of our memory."

Qin Bai stared wide-eyed:

"Brother Yizi...you, you too..."

Zhao Yi raised his index finger.

"Shhh."

They continued onward, everything in the distance shrouded in darkness.

It is invisible and inaudible.

The road on the ground extends to who knows where.

But the terrifying clanging of chains overhead grew louder and louder.

"Another one...and another one."

Qin Bai gasped.

"When we came in, there were definitely thirty-one people, but now there are thirty-three!"

"Brother Yizi, should we run away right now?"

"Otherwise... I'm afraid it won't even be time to run away!"

Zhao Yi's gaze was sharp, as if he were considering something.

"Wait a little longer."

"No rush."

Seeing Zhao Yi's calm demeanor, Qin Bai didn't say anything more and followed behind Zhao Yi with a worried expression.

Several people in the team had obviously noticed the problem as well.

They chose to leave the team secretly.

Those extra "people" are a deadly time bomb for the entire team!

Are we just waiting to die if we don't run?

As Qin Bai walked along the path beneath his feet, he kept a close eye on the movements around him.

Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat!

There are so many people here again!

And there are several more!

"You cannot leave the team."

Just as he was about to talk to Zhao Yi, Zhao Yi's voice rang in his mind.

Although using the "Confucius Does Not Speak" supernatural ability requires a lot of mental energy, it is just a simple communication and is of no consequence to Zhao Yi.

"There are indeed many 'people' in the team who aren't human... but in this environment, being alone would be much more dangerous!"

Upon hearing this, Qin Bai felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and a cold sweat broke out on his back!

Why did he suddenly have such an urgent idea to leave the team?

In this kind of environment, leaving the team rashly... that would be the most terrifying thing!

P.S.: I'll start with three chapters today, totaling 6700 words.

My friend asked me to play some games.

More updates tomorrow.

I'm getting ready to start planting seeds and finish this book properly before December.

Goodnight, my darlings.