One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

Those enormous bronze statues were stripped of their senses, their joints locked tightly.

They could only wriggle slowly and weakly in mid-air like a group of clumsy clowns.

He couldn't even touch the hem of their clothes!

Wang Ye, Zhuge Qing, and Zhang Lingyu.

As if strolling in their own backyard, they leisurely wandered through this deadly trap.

No need for violent collisions, no need for awkward dodging.

Yes, it's about the perfect manipulation of the rules of the game!

Chapter 384 The Guardian Corpse, Wind, Forest, Fire, and Mountain!

It only lasted a minute and a half.

The three of them walked unharmed to the end of the passage and pushed open the heavy stone door that led to a deeper part.

Wang Ye turned around and waved to the American team and Zhang Chulan and the others who were still standing frozen outside the door:

"The road is fixed, hurry up. Remember to follow in my footsteps. If you take a wrong step, the lightning on the ground doesn't discriminate."

"..."

Outside the passageway.

William and his teammates were so shocked their eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

What the hell is this?!

These three young people from China.

They actually walked past so elegantly and calmly?!

For the first time, these unfathomable metaphysical methods of the East instilled a sense of awe in them.

William's expression shifted unpredictably.

He finally understood why headquarters had listed the Chinese team as a top-level dangerous target.

The methods these people use cannot be deduced using common sense!

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and catch up!"

Zhang Chulan waved his hand triumphantly, then strode confidently along the safe path left by Wang Ye.

He was even humming a little tune under his breath, acting incredibly arrogant.

……

All personnel safely passed through the passage.

We arrived at a huge side hall that was larger than we could have imagined!

The dome of the side hall is tens of meters high and is supported by twelve huge stone pillars carved with ancient mythical beasts.

The walls on all four sides were lit by ever-burning, pale blue torches, which illuminated the entire side hall in a flickering light.

however.

It made everyone stop in their tracks and instantly feel a chill run down their spines.

It's not this magnificent building.

Instead, it was in the very center of the side hall, on the towering Bagua altar.

Four people sitting cross-legged!

No, to be precise.

They were four mummies, dressed in tattered hunting robes, skin and bones, yet exuding an aura of death!

Each of the four mummies had a rusty black nail driven into the space between their eyebrows.

Above their heads, four ancient characters floated:

Wind, Forest, Fire, Mountain!

They heard the sound of footsteps.

The four mummified corpses on the altar slowly raised their empty eye sockets, devoid of any eyeballs.

A chilling voice, seemingly emanating from the depths of hell, boomed throughout the side hall:

"Those who trespass on the temple..."

"die!!!"

"Holy crap! It's come back to life?!"

Zhang Chulan was so frightened that he jumped back a big step, holding the watermelon knife horizontally in front of his chest, his eyes wide open.

"These days, temples not only don't pay salaries, but they also force their security personnel to continue working overtime even after they die?"

"Those Japanese capitalists are so heartless!"

With his loud shout, the four mummies on the altar came to life.

The rusty black nail between their brows suddenly glowed with a dazzling red light.

Immediately afterwards, the four ancient characters "wind, forest, fire, mountain" shattered in mid-air.

It transformed into four streams of light of different colors, which entered the bodies of the four corpses respectively.

"hiss--!"

The once withered corpse suddenly developed an eerie luster on its surface, and the speed was ridiculously fast!

The corpse puppet representing "wind" lightly touched the altar with its toes.

He transformed into a blue whirlwind and charged straight at the crowd!

"Don't panic, it's just a puppet technique that allows someone to possess another's body!"

Zhang Lingyu snorted coldly, his white Taoist robe fluttering in the strong wind.

He showed no intention of backing down and took a step forward.

"The Azure Pools of the Northern Frontier!"

The pitch-black Yin Wu Lei, like a boiling swamp, rolled out directly from under his feet.

The "Wind" corpse puppet's speed decreased drastically as soon as it entered the range of Yin Thunder.

The viscous black lightning rapidly climbed up its withered bones, emitting a piercing corrosive sound.

It forcefully slowed down its ghostly movements.

"break!"

Zhang Lingyu flashed forward, her fingers forming a sword-like shape, enveloped in golden light, and thrust straight into the corpse puppet's chest.

A muffled "bang" was heard.

The man and the corpse immediately began to fight each other at the edge of the hall.

Seeing that the junior uncle of the Celestial Master's Mansion had taken the initiative to engage the enemy, the American team on the other side naturally couldn't just stand by and watch.

William's face darkened. He had been thoroughly outplayed by the Chinese team in the tunnel, and now these brainless monsters were the perfect opportunity for Behemoth to flex their muscles.

"Hank! Lucy! Take them down!"

William snapped his fingers and gave the order.

"I've been itching to try it for ages!"

Hank twisted his thick neck, and his whole body instantly swelled up, with a hard, iron-gray layer appearing on the surface of his muscles.

He charged out like a heavy tank, heading straight for the imposing corpse puppet that represented "mountain".

The two men collided, their fists landing squarely, each impact causing the floor tiles of the main hall to shatter.

Lucy spat out the bubble gum in her mouth and pressed her hands on both sides of her temples.

The invisible mental shockwave transformed into a tangible blade, fiercely slicing towards the fiery corpse puppet.

In an instant, the air inside the side hall churned and the fighting raged fiercely.

however.

Just when the front lines were under heavy pressure.

Zhang Chulan, who had been hiding in the back and doing nothing, acted as if nothing had happened and slammed the watermelon knife on the ground.

His shifty eyes weren't focused on the fight at all; instead, they were scanning the entire hall like radar.

Sudden.

His gaze was fixed on the area directly behind the altar.

It was a magnificent stone platform carved from a single piece of white marble.

On the stone platform.

A square jade box sat quietly.

The jade box is entirely emerald green, with intricate patterns carved on its surface.

Even from a distance, you can feel an extremely rich and exotic fragrance wafting out from the cracks in the box.

"This is good stuff..."

Zhang Chulan sniffed, and his eyes instantly lit up.

The aroma alone is invigorating; anyone with half a brain knows it must be an invaluable treasure!

Given his usual "plucking feathers from a passing goose" style, he would probably have already slid over and stuffed the box and table together into his sack by now.

But he had only taken half a step when he abruptly stopped the car.

Zhang Chulan narrowed his eyes, staring at the lonely jade box, his mind racing:

Having just learned my lesson from that black-and-white passage, do you think we can just take whatever we want from this temple?

Thinking of this, Zhang Chulan decisively pulled back the foot he had stepped out.