The burial mound Waltz?

The moment the head appeared, the earth seemed to tremble slightly.

Xu Nan could even faintly see that the malevolent-looking head had slightly adjusted its angle, using an evil and hollow gaze to stare at all of them.

Even if the head was right under their feet, they still felt like they were being looked down upon by a God!

"This is ..."

Xu Nan hadn't finished his sentence when an incomparably clamorous voice suddenly rang out in his ears!

These murmurs were like the chanting of Sutras, filled with evil thoughts and malice. They launched a tidal-like attack on Xu Nan's spiritual will!

It was as if hundreds of people were talking about different emotions in his ears, those negative stories, those difficult experiences, those songs that made people despair ...

Xu Nan fell silent for a moment.

The next second, he subconsciously covered his ears and suddenly cursed, "

"What the f * ck are you mumbling about?"