Calamity of Tomorrow-Chapter 291 - 290 Villages

Accompanied by a hundred Yellow Turban warriors flooding into the village, the previously silent village was now incessantly filled with various roars, whispers, and even screams.

Yan Hui, remotely controlling and sensing the Yellow Turban warriors, had his face change again and again, growing increasingly grim.

In the state of remote control, he couldn’t perceive the Yellow Turban warriors’ vision or hearing, and could only vaguely sense the directions in which they were being annihilated.

In the blink of an eye, all one hundred Yellow Turban warriors lay dead in the direction of the village, followed by the sight of about thirty streaks of yellow light floating over from the village. Those were golden-hued spheres.

After appearing before Yan Hui, they were infused with a surge of the Primordial Spirit power in accordance with the changes of his Taoist incantations, and once again became three-meter-tall Yellow Turban warriors.

"The situation inside is very dangerous, the Yellow Turban warriors have suffered significant damage, and I can only resurrect 30 of them at most for now. The rest will need to be recollected for repairs."

Following this, Yan Hui activated his Primordial Spirit power, tracing a map on the ground with the soil.

"Although I can’t precisely sense how the Yellow Turban warriors were killed, I can still detect their approximate locations."

He drew several large and small X’s on the map: "These places are extremely dangerous and contain mysterious distorted phenomena."

Meanwhile, Shang Beibei, using her roulette wheel to probe the situation in the village, watched it spin continuously with the fluctuations of the Primordial Spirit power: "I can roughly measure the level of contamination inside."

She launched the Primordial Spirit power and drew a circle in the center of the map: "The concentration of spiritual contamination is the highest here. According to Zhou Bai’s intelligence, if the distorted phenomenon is caused by the Original Taoist Treasury, then this place with the highest contamination should be where the Original Taoist Treasury is located."

Lv Chongyang looked at the map and said, "Didn’t you say you met Zhuang Yan last time, and he wanted to see Zhou Bai? Why hasn’t he shown up this time?"

"I don’t know, the situation in the village this time is very different from the last," Yan Hui said. "But at least we’ve found the potential location of the Original Taoist Treasury, and I think we should try to directly recollect the Original Taoist Treasury."

"Zhou Bai, since Zhuang Yan hasn’t shown up from the beginning to the end, you should not be involved in the next course of action," Lv Chongyang said. "Kuang Tu, Yan Hui, and I will explore this village together and see if we can retrieve the Original Taoist Treasury from inside."

Zhou Bai shook his head and said, "In the twisted area, who knows what the situation will be the next moment. The three of you are the strongest members of our team; if you all go in, who will protect me? It’s safer for me to accompany you, as being by your side is the safest place."

Of course, Zhou Bai left some words unspoken in his heart—he possessed a gemstone that could reverse time, and by staying with Lv Chongyang and the others, he could not only protect himself but also prevent something unforeseen from happening to them, maximizing the preservation of their living forces within this distorted area.

Thinking it over, Lv Chongyang and the others agreed, so the group boldly headed towards the village.

Zhou Bai said, "When I was in the hospital, once I entered the twisted area, the buildings and terrain inside were basically indestructible; all sorts of twisted monsters and phenomena couldn’t be solved with brute force..."

Lv Chongyang replied, "Don’t worry, it’s not just you who have encountered distorted phenomena; we won’t act recklessly."

As soon as the group approached the village gateway, under the faint starlight, they saw an old lady with white hair, a small stature, wearing white clothes, squatting at the entrance, her body curled up.

Upon seeing the approaching crowd, the old lady lifted her head, revealing a sinister expression, and then turned away with a jesting laugh.

Kuang Tu was about to follow her, but was stopped by Yan Hui: "Don’t chase. With such severe twisted phenomena, there might be no living people left here. We must not act impulsively."

And then they saw one of Yan Hui’s Yellow Turban warriors follow her, but after turning around a wall, he completely lost contact.

Yan Hui’s face subtly changed, and he informed the group: "Let’s proceed according to the route previously detected by the Yellow Turban warriors; the path we’ve planned should be free of dangerous distorted phenomena."

The group nodded and after entering the village and taking a few steps, they saw a five-meter-tall silhouette standing behind a wall, the shadow pitch-black, indecipherable in appearance or form, with only a pair of blood-red eyes staring intently at them, exuding an indescribable malevolence.

Then, after crossing a dirt path, they saw rows of coffins obstructing the center of the road.

Yan Hui frowned slightly and directed a Yellow Turban warrior towards the coffins. Soon, they heard a knocking sound coming from inside the coffins, as if someone were knocking on a door from within, echoing far into the darkened village.

As the sound reached the ears of the group, Yan Hui felt he had lost control of the Yellow Turban warrior, who slowly approached one of the coffins with only his eyes to watch.

An eerily sinister voice emanated from the coffin, "Is anyone there?"

"Can you help me open the door, please?"

"I can’t breathe anymore..."

"Is anyone there?!"

"Is anyone there?!!"

"Is anyone there? Is anyone there? Is anyone there? Is anyone there? Is anyone there? Is anyone there?"

Along with the increasingly intense shrieking, the knocking sounds grew louder and more insistent.

The next moment, the coffin was slowly opened by a Golden Armband strongman, who then looked at the scene inside the coffin, slowly climbed in, and behaved as if he were a puppet being manipulated. With the coffin closing up, the Golden Armband strongman completely vanished from everyone’s sight.

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Yan Hui’s expression changed, "There’s something wrong with this coffin, let’s take another path."

Then the knocking sounds started up again from behind them, and another Golden Armband strongman lost control and slowly walked towards the coffin.

Lv Chongyang’s gaze sharpened, summarizing the similarities between the two incidents: "It seems to target based on proximity. Yan Hui, have the Golden Armband strongmen fall back."

After that, everyone quickly left the area around the coffin, and another Golden Armband strongman, who was closest to the direction of the coffin, was called by that voice and slowly lay down inside it.

At the same time, a pair of pitch-black eyes emerged beside the Golden Armband strongman, staring intently at Zhou Bai and the others as they departed.

However, once a certain distance was exceeded, it seemed like the voice no longer had any effect, and Zhou Bai and the others proceeded towards the village center following an alternate route.

Before they had gone much further, they saw a man with bloodstained tears standing at the doorway of a house, with a faintly discernible ghostly figure behind him. The man said to Zhou Bai and his group, "Have you seen my wife?"

Yan Hui dispatched another Golden Armband strongman to approach him: "Move!"

With Yan Hui’s prior scouting and the sacrifice of more than ten Golden Armband strongmen along the way, the group finally arrived in front of the central square of the village.

There, standing solitary in the center of the square, was a statue completely blackened, with splotches of blood still burning on it. However, due to the angle, Zhou Bai and the others couldn’t clearly make out the statue’s features.

But Zhou Bai could feel a strange fluctuation emanating from the statue, seeming to contain all sorts of twisted messages. He was certain in his mind: ’The original Daoist texts, this must be it.’

Around the statue on the ground were a number of figures in black robes, kneeling and indistinct in face, bowing down before the statue.

Lv Chongyang asked, "Zhou Bai, what do you think? Can you confirm if that’s the original Daoist texts or not?"

Zhou Bai nodded, "It is the original Daoist texts. Be careful, that thing might be alive."

Kuang Tu expressed, "This thing is really sinister. Standing near it for a while, I start hearing voices in my head, and if I linger too long, I feel like I might become deformed."

Just then, among those kneeling figures, a dark figure slowly approached them.

As everyone watched in alert concentration, the features of the dark figure gradually became visible. It was a bald, strong-built middle-aged man.

The moment he saw the man, Lv Chongyang’s face flickered with surprise, while Kuang Tu blurted out, "Master? What are you doing here?"

Yan Hui inquired, "Kuang Tu, who is he?"

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"My mentor, Wu Fa, the Free and Easy," Kuang Tu’s face was full of confusion and bewilderment, "but... he was supposed to have fallen in battle ten years ago."