Chapter 267: Chapter 187: Deceitful Painting? That’s Bullshit, Why Not Say Human Skin Parchment?

Upon hearing this, the other members of the action team also felt regretful; if only his willpower were a bit stronger, perhaps they would have already found that secret studio.

However, just as they were sighing with regret, a crisp laugh echoed: "Who says finding that studio requires a special kind of person?"

The crowd suddenly raised their heads, only to see Lin Yanke pulling out a yellow Thunder Talisman, casually twirling it in her hand: "Why not just force it to appear?"

Hiss!

Except Ning An, the rest of them inhaled sharply.

"What, it’s not possible?" Lin Yanke pinched the talisman in her hand, confused as she saw everyone remaining silent.

"It’s possible, naturally." Zhang Xingmin chuckled awkwardly and then stepped aside, feeling a sense of relief inside.

As expected of the Abnormal People hired by the main bureau—truly reassuring!

"Wait, don’t release it yet."

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

"If you don’t want to release, don’t release—you hurt my hand. Release... what the hell?"

Lin Yanke frowned and cursed, but her expression suddenly changed as she fixed her gaze on the wall as well.

"Crash~"

The position on the wall suddenly rippled out of thin air. In the blink of an eye, a door quietly emerged from within the wall.

Inside the room, obscured by mist, the scene was unclear, and only hazy figures could be seen,

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

As if threatened, the figures in the mist became even more vague, with dozens of voices blending together—some alluring, some shrill, and some hoarse. Just listening to it was enough to give one a splitting headache.

The people’s expressions were horrified, but they did not act rashly. Quietly, Zhang Xingmin selected a button on his tablet:

If no signal is received every half-minute, firepower support will immediately be provided.

They were ordinary people, so naturally, such matters had to be left to professionals. All they could do was call for outside assistance.

Things like saturating mortars or rockets—which were trivial—at most, electromagnetic cannons or remote missiles, were nothing to brag about.

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

"Let’s find a chicken to scout ahead."

Though Ning An’s Divine Sense was fully unleashed, it only skimmed the periphery; the inside was completely invisible, and his expression was somewhat grave.

"Alright, I’ll go to the villager’s house to buy two."

As Zhang Xingmin turned to leave to buy chickens, he saw Ning An shake his head, and in the blink of an eye, Ning An at his original spot gradually faded, appearing at the staircase in the next instant.

"What the hell!"

"Phantom!"

The action team members were stunned, but before they could fully marvel, Ning An’s figure solidified once more, now holding two chickens in hand.

"Bang! Bang!"

The two chickens were tossed directly inside, and everyone’s attention quickly focused on them.

"Cluck... cluck-cluck..."

Within less than three seconds of entering, the chickens began clucking frantically, their cries imbued with an unusual urgency and frenzy.

As Ning An looked with Divine Sense, the chickens were frantically running back, yet the few short steps resembled a journey across vast distances—flapping their wings madly, yet only progressing a scant amount.

"Ding!"

The Seven-Star Copper Coin Sword probed forward, causing the mist to swirl away wherever it passed, then with a forceful pull, Ning An dragged the chickens out.

"This..."

Some female team members turned pale upon seeing the state of the chickens before them.

Other team members also had varying degrees of pallor on their faces.

Even Zhang Xingmin, who used to be a captain in the criminal police and had seen many scenes, couldn’t help but widen his eyes.

The once proud and mighty roosters now had all their skin and flesh missing, as if scalded by a sandblasting gun.

The blood vessels, bones, and fibers beneath the skin were utterly eroded, and the head was the same, leaving only a stark skull—one eye socket hollow while the other had half an eye welded to the bone.

What truly caused discomfort was that though the chickens inside were in such a state, they were still alive.

Their desire for life remained, continuously flapping their skinless-wing bones causing thumping sounds as they collided with the floor.

"Won’t this thing have some kind of infectious virus?" Lin Yanke took two steps back, her face dark. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Seeing this can’t help but remind one of zombie films, where a person bitten turns into a zombie, relying on a virus for transformation.

The miserable state of the chickens was more challenging than the physiological threshold of zombies, inevitably stirring unease and anxiety among the people.

"Xiaoli, bring over the special box, and also make sure you bring masks and gloves."

Zhang Xingmin prepared meticulously and further instructed, "Once you’ve secured it, leave immediately and take this back to the base!"

"Yes!"

Then, two individuals donned protective gear, carefully placed the two seemingly-living or non-living things into boxes, and promptly left.

Having completed everything, Zhang Xingmin noticed Ning An’s silence and explained proactively: "Daoist Ning, this is to preserve the samples; after all, if we fall, at least the base won’t be completely blind and powerless."

"Haha, Captain Zhang, I assume your staff at the Supernatural Bureau are rather regular."

Ning An snapped from his thought and jested: "What kind of mission starts with talk of death? Complete annihilation, even—that’s not an auspicious sign."

Before Zhang Xingmin could awkwardly defend himself, Ning An gave his analysis: "This space is conceptually similar to parallel worlds, with dimensions differing from the real world; the Grotto Heaven Blessed Land recorded in ancient times but untraceable now, likely operates on the same principle."