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

They used the remnants of several burning lamps that had fallen from above as a guide.

The group finally saw what awaited them below.

At the bottom of that pitch-black abyss.

It turned out to be a bottomless underground river that roared and writhed like a giant black python!

The current was outrageously swift, and the reefs were numerous, seemingly capable of swallowing any creature that fell into the water.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

One after another, the sound of falling into the water rang out.

The icy river water instantly submerged everyone.

Zhang Chulan felt a buzzing in his head as he was swept into a raging undercurrent.

Before consciousness was completely dragged into darkness.

He only had time to let out a desperate wail in his heart:

"It's over... Master... This time we're really going to be fish food..."

The raging underground river mercilessly swept everyone away, carrying them into the unknown depths.

Chapter 387 The Anxiety Hidden by Kabuki, and the Secret Invitation from Kamo no Nobuyuki!

Paradise Island, the plaza outside the temple.

The sea breeze still carried a slightly salty, fishy smell.

But the atmosphere in the square had long since cooled from the initial anticipation and fervor to a maddening anxiety.

The huge holographic projection screen above the main control panel remained a lifeless gray-white.

That massive bronze gate was like a gaping maw of an abyss that swallowed everything.

Since the British team made a splash, there hasn't been a single sound.

It's been a whole day!

"Fake!"

Jack, the director of Behemoth, slammed his coffee cup heavily on the table again, his face now filled with annoyance.

He glanced at the organizers' seats not far away and sneered:

“Mr. Takeda, if your Japanese equipment really breaks down, Behemoth would not mind sponsoring you with a few reconnaissance satellites free of charge.”

"Just sitting here like this is a complete waste of my life!"

Although Count Spinway didn't shout like Jack, he tapped his cane on the ground twice as often as usual.

The Jade Society team has withdrawn from the competition. He's staying here now purely to see who will ultimately win the [Longevity Elixir].

However, this purely "unknown" experience made the nobles, who were used to controlling everything, feel very uncomfortable.

Faced with the increasingly uncontrollable anger of the various bigwigs, Takeda was also sweating profusely.

He was suffering inside!

The suppression of the laws inside this temple far exceeded their imagination. The miniature drones they sent in were all destroyed as soon as they crossed the threshold. What could he do?

In order to quell the anger of these big investors and giants, Takeda had no choice but to grit his teeth and activate the backup plan.

"Distinguished guests, please be patient."

"The trials at the temple are long, and to ease your waiting time, the organizing committee has specially arranged a performance with traditional Chinese characteristics."

Takeda held the microphone and forced a smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, a magnificent wooden stage was quickly erected in the open space in the center of the square within minutes.

Followed by.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The sound of the shamisen, mixed with the dull thud of the taiko drum, suddenly rang out in the air above the square.

A dozen or so Kabuki actors, their faces covered in thick white powder and exaggerated eyeshadow, dressed in elaborate and gorgeous costumes, took small, quick steps onto the stage.

They uttered drawn-out "ee-ee-ya-ya" sounds, flicked their folding fans, and began performing the classic Japanese traditional play, "Renjishi".

Long white and red hair swung in mid-air, accompanied by a slightly eerie tone, making for a truly grand spectacle.

But did the audience buy it?

"Oh God."

Jack clutched his forehead in pain and leaned back on the sofa.

"Is this how Easterners entertain themselves? It's even more of a headache than my grandmother's lullabies."

In the rest area on the Chinese side.

Feng Xingtong was sitting on the edge of the sofa, his hands clasped together, his palms sweaty.

He glanced at the tightly closed bronze gate from time to time.

"Brother Chu Lan, Master Wang... please don't let anything go wrong."

Feng Xingtong prayed silently in her heart, feeling that the blind waiting during this period was even more agonizing than taking the field herself.

And behind Feng Xingtong.

Zhang Tianyi was idly picking at his ear, watching the Kabuki actors on stage wildly tossing their hair.

"Tsk tsk tsk."

Zhang Tianyi shook his head.

"These Japanese actors, after all these decades, are still the same deadbeats."

"He flips his hair like he's been electrocuted, and his singing voice sounds like a ghost squealing."

"They're only doing this because they think these foreigners can't understand. If this were under an old overpass, they'd be pelted with rotten vegetable leaves."

Hearing this, the man with the black pipe standing to the side couldn't help but grin, his rugged face revealing deep agreement:

"What God says is true, this tune gives me the creeps. It would be more refreshing to play a couple of those square dance anthems that middle-aged women in China dance to."

Just as the group was casually complaining about the boring performance...

A middle-aged man dressed in a black traditional kimono with a family crest walked unhurriedly to the rest area under the watchful eyes of a group of security guards.

The man had a solemn expression and a steady gait, exuding a strong foundation in Yin-Yang Dao cultivation.

He walked to Zhang Tianyi's sofa and stopped very properly two meters away, with his legs together.

"Shh."

A deep bow.

"Tian Shu Zhenren".

The middle-aged man maintained his bowed posture throughout, his tone respectful, even bordering on humble reverence.

"I am a retainer of the Kamo family. My lord, Lord Kamo Nobuyuki, is waiting for me in the tea room at the back."

"The patriarch earnestly requests that you come to the palace, hoping to have a private conversation with you."

These words were spoken.

The atmosphere in the entire Huaxia rest area changed instantly.

The black-handed man's previously relaxed muscles immediately tensed up, and he took a half-step to the side, blocking the retainer's path like a wall.

His eyes were fixed on the other person like knives:

"A private conversation?"

"This is a crucial time for the finals. If your patriarch has something to say, why can't he say it here in front of everyone? Why does he have to go to some lousy teahouse?"

Xiao Zizai's smile gradually faded, and his hand instinctively reached for his trench coat pocket, his tone icy.

“Esteemed benefactor, your two gentlemen had quite a conflict with us before.”

"Is your patriarch of the Kamo family planning to pre-book a funeral rite?"

Feng Xingtong was so anxious that he stood up abruptly, his face full of vigilance:

"Good heavens! This is definitely a trap!"

"Inviting you to come alone at this critical juncture is clearly a trap! They've definitely laid a snare beforehand!"

They were met with resistance from several people who acted as if facing a formidable enemy.

Zhang Tianyi stretched out a big yawn on the sofa.

"Hey, don't be so nervous."

Zhang Tianyi slowly stood up and casually patted his clothes.

He reached out and pushed aside the black pipe blocking his way, looking down at the still-bowing retainer with a playful smile.

"Kamo no Nobuyuki?"

Zhang Tianyi stroked his chin: "This old codger is pretty tough. Those two are dead, yet he still dares to come looking for us."

"My God, a son of a wealthy family shouldn't sit under a dangerous roof. You really don't need to take this risk!" Feng Xingtong was still trying his best to dissuade him.

"Dig a hole?"

Zhang Tianyi laughed.

He glanced back at Feng Xingtong, Hei Guan'er, and the others, his eyes, half-hidden behind sunglasses, revealing an arrogant and lawless disdain for the world.

"Xiao Feng, don't worry."

"There's no hole in the whole world big enough to bury me yet."

Zhang Tianyi turned his head, gestured with his chin towards the retainer, and said in an unquestionable tone:

"lead the way."

"I want to see what surprises this last remaining seedling can give me. It's giving me a headache from listening to this opera performance on stage."