Online Fortune Telling: Your Son Has Another Dad
Chapter 662 - 660: Thunderlight
"It should be here!"
Li Xun realized that although they had approached the location where the crying was coming from, they had circled the yard several times and still hadn’t seen the person making the sound.
Yan Ya and the other two were also perplexed and confused.
Clearly hearing the crying so close, but no matter what, couldn’t find it.
"Wuuu... wuuu... wuuu..."
While the four were circling the yard, the crying grew louder and clearer.
"The crying seems to be coming from inside the yard!"
Feng Kan focused his gaze and said solemnly to the other three.
"How is that possible?"
"We clearly looked earlier, and there was nothing in the yard!"
Yan Jun frowned and refuted.
"No! There was nothing earlier, but now there is..."
At this moment, Li Xun interrupted their argument.
"What?"
Upon hearing this, Yan Jun displayed a look of shock and horror.
Earlier, they had circled the yard searching for the source of the crying, always paying attention to the situation inside the yard.
Clearly, there was nothing in the yard before, so why had something suddenly appeared now?
"Don’t believe it? Look!"
Li Xun pointed into the yard.
Yan Jun’s gaze followed.
The previously empty yard now had a black coffin.
In front of the coffin was a figure in mourning attire, crying towards the coffin.
Obviously, the crying was coming from the figure.
"Brother Li, should we go in?"
Listening to the intermittent crying, Feng Kan felt his scalp tingle and his back grow cold.
"Enter!"
Li Xun also felt a chill all over.
Honestly, he really didn’t want to go in.
But if they didn’t enter, was there a way to escape this Illusion Realm?
He took a deep breath and encouraged himself before mustering the courage to step into the yard.
After a moment’s hesitation, Feng Kan and the other two followed suit.
Quickly, the four reached the mourning figure.
Though the source of the crying was this figure, when they got beside her, they heard no sound.
The mourning woman seemed to have a good figure and long hair draped over her shoulders.
However, due to her lowered head, her face was indistinguishable.
Li Xun stared at her for a while, but she made no movement.
Helplessly, he turned his gaze towards the black coffin.
The coffin was somewhat familiar but had nothing special.
In front of the coffin was placed a memorial tablet with four large characters — "Shi Ling’s Resting Place"!
"Shi Ling?"
"Could the person in the coffin be named ’Shi Ling’?"
Li Xun mumbled quietly.
Just as he finished speaking, the familiar crying sound echoed in the four’s ears again.
"Wuuu... wuuu... hehe..."
Initially a cry.
But as she cried, the sound turned into a strange laughter.
Shortly after, an eerie and sharp woman’s voice rang by the four’s ears.
"Yan Tong, do you remember me?"
"Yan Tong, you came looking for me?"
"No... you’re not Yan Tong..."
When the eerie voice called out the name "Yan Tong," Li Xun and Feng Kan exchanged a quick glance.
They didn’t know who the eerie voice belonged to but were certain that the target was clearly Yan Tong!
Meanwhile, the mourning woman in front of the coffin abruptly stood up.
This sudden scene startled Yan Ya and Yan Jun into backing away repeatedly.
"Not Yan Tong... then must die..."
The woman’s mouth issued sharp, piercing sounds that almost pierced the eardrums of the four.
Upon standing up, her face was revealed before the four.
Seeing her face, the four were all dumbfounded.
Because this face was all too familiar to them.
And not long ago, they had seen the owner of this face.
It was... Yan Tong!
"Fifth Sister? How could it be?"
Yan Jun’s eyes widened in disbelief as he exclaimed.
Beside him, Yan Ya, though not as exaggerated in her reaction, also showed incredulity.
"Yan Tong... Yan Tong..."
"Fifth Sister! Fifth Sister! Wake up..."
The four tried to awaken Yan Tong before them, but she only gave a strange smile.
Soon, they saw Yan Tong’s skin starting to crack bit by bit and then, like fallen autumn leaves, pieces drifted from her body.
Within seconds, Yan Tong had no skin left, only the crimson flesh remained.
"You must all die... must die..."
Her mouth continued to utter the sharp, piercing sound.
A thick, crimson liquid emitting a pungent odor gushed from the seven orifices of her face.
In the blink of an eye, the crimson odorous liquid spread throughout the yard.
"Run!"
Li Xun hurriedly called the other three.
However, as they prepared to turn away, they discovered the crimson odorous liquid beneath their feet was exceptionally sticky, akin to strong glue, anchoring them in place.
They struggled to break free, but no matter how hard they tried, they couldn’t even lift their feet.
After covering the entire yard, the crimson liquid seemed to gain life, climbing from their shoes upwards.
From calves, to thighs, to abdomen, then to chest, finally enveloping their faces.
A strong sense of suffocation made the four struggle desperately.
Sadly, their struggles were destined to be in vain.
As the crimson liquid invaded their bodies, they felt unprecedented pain, as if their flesh was peeling away from their bodies.
At that moment, a thunderous sound erupted from the sky.
A blinding flash of lightning tore through the dense clouds, striking straight down onto the yard.
"Boom!"
With a loud bang, the black coffin was shattered by the lightning.
"Ah!"
Another sharp and ear-piercing scream echoed.
In contrast to before, the voice now was filled with pain and fear.
"Who are you?"
Yan Tong looked up at the sky and shouted fiercely.
"Old Taoist Zhenyuan!"
Accompanying the response was even more intense lightning.
Yan Tong attempted to flee, but her speed was no match for the swift lightning.
Under the pure and powerful Celestial Thunder, Yan Tong’s body was like paper, instantly reduced to dust.
The crimson liquid in the yard also began to recede rapidly.
In no time, the crimson liquid binding Li Xun and the others vanished completely.
The four gasped for air; the long-lost feeling of free breathing gave them an almost surreal sense of relief...