Burial Mound, You’ll Die, Run!

Everyone raised their eyes at Sun Jiezhen's words. She was in the front, while Wang Xuewen was holding the hilt of a blade behind her and dragging the tip over the ground to create a spine-tingling screech.

Si Yinghua no longer bothered to tear off the rest of the talismans and ran over excitedly. Even Qi Hao and Jian Chongying couldn't bother with the livestream as they also ran over to take a look. Only Lu Chengfu's heart thumped fiercely. The talisman in his hand was so hot it felt like it was going to cook it. He finally sobered up completely and the blurry images from before flashed clearly in his mind again.

Lu Chengfu's face was deathly pale, especially when he saw Wang Xuewen approaching bit by bit in the distance, dragging the blade along. The ghastly smile on his face was identical to the menacing expressions of the stone lions around them, just like in Lu Chengfu's illusion before.