Chapter 262: Chapter 191: Deceitful Painting? What a Load of Crap—Why Not Just Say Human Skin Paper!

Xiaohu was about to say something else when the phone was snatched away by a large hand. Zhang Xingmin said solemnly, "Sir, please continue. I’m a police officer from Linjiang County!"

The voice on the other end recognized the seriousness in the officer’s tone and spoke more clearly: "When I was young, the elders used to say that on the second floor of the ancestral hall, there’s a hidden room containing a treasure. But unless someone with a Spirit Body comes along, no one can find this room."

"Officer, just listen, that’s what the elders said. It’s been many years, and we’ve never come across it, probably just an exaggerated rumor. That’s why the younger generation doesn’t know about it from my generation onwards."

Zhang Xingmin stopped the recording once more and then smiled: "Of course, those ghostly legends are not to be trusted. Thank you for your cooperation."

After hanging up the phone, aside from Xiaohu who was trembling and empty-handed, the other people’s expressions were unreadable, and the atmosphere instantly became tense.

"Do you remember how you stumbled into that room when you were a child?"

Ning An tried to make his tone friendly, but Xiaohu was already scared to the point of shaking, plopping down on the ground, shaking his head like a rattle:

"I, I don’t know, I don’t know... I know nothing..."

There goes another broken lead.

Zhang Xingmin glanced over, and soon two staff members helped him out.

Everyone present could tell that if he stayed here longer, he’d soon lose his mind.

Watching Xiaohu being taken away, Zhang Xingmin felt a bit regretful: "It’s a shame, we were just a step away, just a step away from uncovering the answer."

"What step? We’re not missing anything, are we?"

Lin Yanke looked at him with some confusion: "We found our way here, what’s there to miss?"

Zhang Xingmin punched the wall, grimacing with pain as his face contorted.

But it confirmed one thing: the wall here is indeed solid!

"Without that boss pointing us the way, we wouldn’t have found the so-called artist studio."

Upon hearing this, the members of the action team felt regretful too, thinking if only his will were stronger, they might have found that studio.

However, just as they were lamenting, a mocking laugh suddenly rang out: "Who said you need some special body to find that studio?"

Everyone looked up abruptly, only to see Lin Yanke take out a yellow Thunder Talisman, casually twiddling it in his hand: "Just blast it open, right?"

Hiss!

Except for Ning An, the others took a sharp breath.

"Why? Not possible?" Lin Yanke held the talisman, confused by everyone’s silence, and asked.

"Sure, of course it’s possible." Zhang Xingmin chuckled dryly, then stepped aside, feeling a sense of comfort rising in his heart.

No wonder the headquarters found this Abnormal People, their work certainly puts one’s mind at ease!

"Wait, don’t trigger it yet."

At this moment, Ning An grabbed Lin Yanke’s hand, staring intently at the wall.

"No trigger, no trigger, you’re hurting me... Damn?"

Lin Yanke frowned, initially ready to curse, but his expression changed abruptly as he too stared at the wall closely.

"Whoa~"

At the original spot on the wall, waves suddenly appeared out of thin air, and in just the blink of an eye, a door silently emerged from within the wall.

Inside the room, the scene was obscured by mist, just vague silhouettes could be seen,

"Come in... come on... come in..."

As if sensing a threat, the silhouettes within the mist grew more indistinct. Tens of voices merged, seductive, piercing, hoarse, just hearing them was enough to induce a splitting headache.

Everyone looked horrified, yet none acted rashly. Zhang Xingmin silently checked a button on his tablet:

If no signal is sent every thirty seconds, initiate fire support immediately.

They’re ordinary people, such matters naturally need to be handled by professionals. What they could do was merely call for outside assistance.

Just small things like saturating the area with mortars, rockets, at best electromagnetic guns, or long-range missiles, insignificant.

"Daoist Ning, what should we do now?" After pressing the button, Zhang Xingmin asked, frowning.

"Let’s find a chicken to scout the way first."

Ning An expanded his Divine Sense fully, yet he could only brush the perimeter. He couldn’t see inside at all, his expression also somewhat serious.

"Alright, I’ll go buy two from the villagers right away."

Zhang Xingmin was ready to turn and buy chickens, but saw Ning An shake his head. In the blink of an eye, Ning An vanished from his spot, reappearing at the stairway entrance.

"Damn!"

"Shadow image!"

The action team members were dumbstruck, and before they could stay surprised for long, Ning An’s figure solidified again, now holding two chickens.

"Bang! Bang!"

The two chickens were directly tossed inside, everyone’s concentration quickly focused on the chickens.

"Cluck... cluck cluck..."

The two chickens went in and started screeching within three seconds, their sounds carrying an unusual intensity and excitement.

Through Divine Sense, Ning An saw the chickens running wildly back towards them, but just a few footsteps looked like an endless journey, furiously flapping their wings, only advancing a tiny bit.

"Ding!"

The Seven-Star Copper Coin Sword extended forward, mist swirling around it. Then, with exertion, Ning An pulled the chickens directly back out.

"This..."

A female team member turned pale observing the chickens, as did the others to various degrees.

Even Zhang Xingmin, who was once the police captain, having seen many scenes, couldn’t help but open his eyes wide.

Once proud and mighty roosters, now their entire skin and flesh had disappeared, as if they’d been scalded by a sandblaster.