Under the shroud of an eerie, sinister laugh, Zhang Yue, Lin Wan'er, and the old man exchanged glances, their hearts filled with wariness and doubt. The laughter seemed to come from the deepest abyss of the netherworld, carrying an endless chill that slithered like a cold snake down their spines, making every hair on their bodies stand on end.
"Why is this laugh so damn creepy? Could there be another deadly thing about to crawl out?" Zhang Yue frowned, tightening his grip on his sword. Tall and straight-backed like a pine tree, his broad shoulders looked capable of bearing a heavy burden. His resolute face was carved as if by an axe and chisel, featuring sharp, stern lines and a slightly raised chin that exuded stubbornness and unyielding defiance. His deep eyes now radiated decisiveness and firm determination, burning like a raging fire, ready at any moment to meet unknown challenges. Though his clothes were somewhat tattered, stained with dust and blood, and ripped by tree branches in several places, they still could not conceal the indomitable momentum surging through him, making him look like an undefeated God of War.
Lin Wan'er pressed close to Zhang Yue. Petite as a delicate little flower, she looked as though a mere gust of wind could blow her over. Her lovely face boasted fair, flawless skin as delicate and smooth as mutton-fat jade, with a natural blush dusting her cheeks. Her big, tearful eyes were currently filled with terror and helplessness, resembling two star…
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