Yun Shan muttered to himself, his face filled with shock.
"It's already too late."
"Since this rotten flesh hall's sinister domain has undergone an unknown calamity, do you really think you can leave as before and return safely?"
Yi Chen shook his head indifferently.
As the sound of his voice fell,
there was a loud thud.
A strange black stone suddenly fell at the passage they had come through, blocking the way out.
On the black stone were carved incomplete Buddhist patterns, and there were apsaras, Buddhas, and lotus designs clearly visible on it.
At that moment, Jin Hua, who was kneeling on one knee, suddenly twisted her head 180 degrees, her eye sockets, devoid of pupils and filled with white, stared stiffly at Yi Chen.
Her mouth opened and closed, fresh blood gushing out in mouthfuls, as bloodlines streamed simultaneously from her seven orifices.
"Dao… Daoist… run…"
"The… the scent… is poisonous."
