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It was a cutting criticism of her personal motives.

A chill ran from her fingertips to the tip of her toes.

Was it? Was it? Was it!

Was it true that she had no intention to sacrifice herself? Was it true that she was selfishly waiting for Hua Zi to stop her?

No! No! No!

Meng Fuyao growled, staggering back with ragged breathing. She desperately waved her hands in an attempt to chase away these phantoms. ”No! I did not! It wasn't like that! I… I was taking off my clothes so I wasn't able to focus and my reaction was slow… It was not like what you said!” she screamed.

In the illusion, Hua Zi 's hand stopped mid-air and floated around weightlessly. He seemed to have not expected that Meng Fuyao, under such circumstances, could still keep a clear mind and have the awareness to defend for herself. His face repeatedly formed and disappeared in the fog. Every time it formed, Meng Fuyao would feel dizzy, and every time she fainted, she felt less and less conscious.

Just as she was about to fall into unconsciousness, Meng Fuyao suddenly felt a pain on her neck, as though it had been bitten by huge teeth.

A small pair of claws climbed onto her shoulder and started giving tight slaps across her face.

Meng Fuyao bolted awake and jumped to her feet. She spat on the floor and scolded, ”Demon! How dare you pretend to be a hero!”

The fog cleared in an instant, and ”Hua Zi” and the other figures disappeared as well. Saliva had the function of fending off evil spirits. Furthermore, evil spirits and sinful demons were afraid of righteousness. When righteousness rose, the demons always fled.

Meng Fuyao panted as she leaned against a wall. She recalled how the soldier banged against the wall for no reason, as well as the struggle and screams of Three who was stuck in the passageway of the tomb. 'Did they encounter the same thing?'

'That thing capitalizes on the doubts and vulnerabilities that we hide in our hearts, and then it using those to manipulate us to fall into eternal darkness?'

Meng Fuyao struggled as she wiped away the cold sweat on her forehead. She took the guinea pig in her hands and smoothened out his hair, sadistically thanking him for his slaps.

The white smoke had disappeared by then, but the black fog appeared once more. Nothing could be seen at an arm's distance. Meng Fuyao kept the guinea pig and tried to ignite a lighter. However, the fog exerted pressure as strong as steel, and the flame was so pale that nothing and no one could be seen except for her own expression. Meng Fuyao extinguished the lighter, and as she cautiously walked, she called out in a low voice, ”Zhan Beiye… Ji Yu… ”

There was no response.

Meng Fuyao felt her surroundings, but it was empty. After stepping into this door, it was as though she entered a space of a different dimension. She was separated from the rest of the group and left to search alone in a place filled with the unknown.

Her voice started to tense. There was no one and no response at all. 'Where is Zhan Beiye? Where is Ji Yu? Where are all the Black Wind Horses? Where has everyone gone?'

She shouted, ”Zhan Beiye! Zhan Beiye!”

Her voice faintly resounded in the black fog and the entire room was filled with echoes of ”Zhan Beiye, Zhan Beiye, Zhan Beiye”.

Meng Fuyao reached out her hand and carefully groped around her. Suddenly, her fingertips came into contact with an object. It was slightly cool, had silk clothing on and was of a certain height.

She rejoiced and instinctively called out, ”Zhan Bei-”

Her call came to an abrupt stop.

That was not Zhan Beiye!

Zhan Beiye would definitely not stand opposite her but not make a sound!

Zhan Beiye's skin was also not as thin as this ”thing”!

Meng Fuyao retreated in a hurry.

She retreated like a bolt of lighting, cutting through the layers of black fog towards the direction where she came from. Her retreat caused the curtain of fog to slightly stir, opening to reveal a narrow line of brightness, which reflected a bit of the object's shape.

Meng Fuyao saw the glimmer of light. With a scream, she thrust Destiny Rebellion into that faint line and sliced down!

The black fog silently split apart. Meng Fuyao leaped forward and escaped from the fog before it reformed.

What she saw suddenly changed.

It still looked like a tomb, with murals on the walls and the ceiling. It was a magnificent depiction of sacrificial ceremonies, hunting, and war. Strong men who had a drawing of the Double-Headed Snake on their arms marched out of a long mountain range, sword in hand, towards a huge army. These men were controlling snakes, bats and strange-looking beasts, while the army shot arrows that covered the mountain range like thunder clouds.

This was probably the story of the Gun Tribe being wiped out by the court's troops. Meng Fuyao shifted her glance away and realized that there was a pond in the tomb, surrounded by handrails in the shape of a lotus and armed terracotta warriors. Using the lighter, Meng Fuyao spotted many small pits on the ground which were likely to be booby traps.

She raised the lighter and shone it around the tomb, but she still did not see anyone. Zhan Beiye, Ji Yu and even the thing she touched earlier on had disappeared into thin air.

In this eerie thousand-year tomb that was filled with danger, it felt terrible to lose all companions and be left alone to face what lay ahead - even the daring Meng Fuyao could not help but tremble.