This ancient castle stood like a slumbering beast, concealed within the darkness, exuding a grim and mysterious aura. As everyone stepped inside, that eerie laughter seemed to seep from every brick and every crack of the castle, making one's hair stand on end.
Zhang Zhi held the Xuanyang Sword, its blade emitting a faint glow that illuminated his solemn face. His resolute gaze scanned his surroundings vigilantly, and every step he took was full of caution, as if the slightest carelessness would plunge him into an endless abyss. Beside him, Lin Wan'er tightly clutched the corner of his robe, her frail body trembling uncontrollably, her eyes filled with terror. Her once delicate face had now turned pale with fear, and her lips had lost their usual rosy hue.
"Brother Zhang, this place is too terrifying. I... I'm scared." Lin Wan'er's voice carried a sob, bordering on a plea. Her voice appeared exceptionally faint in this vast and gloomy castle, as though it could be swallowed by the darkness at any moment.
Chapter 71