Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!-Chapter 997 - 520

The burnt incense on the offering platform still retained its red base color, and the incense ash wasn't as damp as imagined.

This was obviously a sign that burning and worship had occurred not too long ago.

The King's Tomb was so discreet that, in Duan Yun's mind, besides the stinking rat and them, there shouldn't be anyone else who knew about it.

Could it be the descendants of King Chu?

However, if King Chu's descendants already knew about the King's Tomb, then "is there really a King's Tomb?" wouldn't remain an unknown mystery in the Martial World.

At this moment, the Murong brothers were still fixated on those two statues.

No, to be precise, on the female figure.

"So pretty! I like it so much! I really want to try this pose with her," the Murong brothers said, eyes wide.

Duan Yun couldn't help but mock, "Seriously, you can get all worked up over a statue?"

The Murong brothers, snapped back to clarity by the comment, said, "I don't know why, I just can't help it."

Duan Yun continued to tease, "What happened to your iron-willed Young Hero spirit?"

The Murong brothers flexed their muscles and said, "It's here!"

At this point, he managed to stop himself from staring at the statue.

But in his mind, scenes from the wall painting kept flashing back, and it was as if he had become King Chu, engaging in a sweet romance with the girl called "Xiaomei," trying various hot poses that pushed the limits of the human body, diving deeper and deeper until he became the true "King Chu."

"Hey!"

Duan Yun suddenly pushed Murong brothers' shoulders, snapping them out of their fantasy.

In that instant, he felt a chilling sensation.

Because at that moment, he realized his pants were off.

Had he been doing something strange just now?

The Murong brothers' immediate reaction was "haunted."

There must be something wrong with the wall painting and statues; they had captivated him so intensely.

If Duan Yun hadn't woken him up just now, he might have been posing endlessly.

"Something's off here."

Before the Murong brothers could speak, Duan Yun signaled him to stay quiet.

Unknown when, a faint candlelight had ignited in the southeast corner of the place. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

A red candle flickered with a dim flame over there.

The Murong brothers and Duan Yun moved closer but found no trace of people.

"This candle..."

They had noticed the candle before, assuming it was placed by the dead rat.

Because some grave robbers liked to ignite lights in the southeast corner; if the light didn't extinguish, all would be well, but if it went out, it was called "Ghost Lantern," indicating possible trouble.

But now, it wasn't "Ghost Lantern" but rather "ghost lighting the candle?"

The Murong brothers hurriedly recounted their experience of turning "color," becoming King Chu, feeling increasingly scared of this wicked place.

This candle managed to ignite silently under the noses of skilled experts, saying it wasn't a ghost was a lie.

Suddenly, the Murong brothers mumbled in a daze, "Look at her face."

Duan Yun hurriedly followed the Murong brothers' gaze to the wall painting, discovering the woman's face had completely altered.

In these wall paintings, she had at least two hundred and eight poses, which meant two hundred and eight faces drawn on them.

The expressions on these faces were originally varied, some happy, some joyful, some laughing, more crying, even with tears of happiness and tears of decadence.

Yet now, the woman's face only had one expression—"smile."

She was smiling at Duan Yun and the others, but the smile looked as if a hand inside her face was pulling her skin, appearing particularly fake, making one uncomfortable.

"Ghost in the painting, this place is really haunted," the Murong brothers muttered.

Apart from the ghost in the painting, he couldn't find other explanations for what was happening before them.

Duan Yun, somewhat more science-oriented, approached the wall painting to get a closer look.

Inevitably, during the approach, he felt as though the woman in the painting was watching him.

At this point, he had reached the wall painting.

He bent his head, about to "observe" the fake smiling face intently.

But almost simultaneously, the candle extinguished!

Ghost Lantern!

"Wow!" A scream pierced the air, causing Duan Yun's righteous heart to shiver.

Almost at the same time, a hand protruded from the wall painting, or more precisely, a sharp finger aimed directly at Duan Yun's right eye.

From such close proximity, such abrupt action, Duan Yun's emotions wavered, attempting to completely evade, but it was too late.

He could only shift his head horizontally by an inch.

An inch, there lay his brow!

With a snap sound, the hand stopped there.

Duan Yun furrowed his brow and clamped onto the finger.

"Heart-to-Heart Clasp," famed for "clamping anything across the world," and Duan Yun had continuously developed it until it reached a level where he could clamp objects anywhere on his body if the size was right.

Like now, he furrowed his brow and clamped onto the finger.

Luckily, the finger was thin; otherwise, clamping it might have required breaking the skin.

Duan Yun had to admit, the force behind this finger was extraordinary, capable of piercing even an elephant's body, and on his body, it would surely cause injuries of a skin-breaking magnitude.

Fortunately, he had clamped it!

Everything happened so fast and unexpectedly, even Murong brothers, the old riverside, paused for a moment.

Just then, Duan Yun signaled to him with his eyes.

Murong brothers immediately reacted, hurriedly reaching out to pull the finger.

What is meant by pulling out a carrot with mud attached!