Free Web NovelChapter 178: Chapter 170: Playing "Good Luck Comes
At the same time, from two or three other directions, the ordinary people and undercover disciples who had previously gone missing emerged from the darkness, their bodies contorted in the same twisted manner as they charged the crowd!
Li Chunfeng’s face was deathly pale.
He watched, wide-eyed, as a Cursed Grudge—a former companion—lunged at him. A faint, familiar outline remained on its decaying face.
His mind went blank with terror, but his body acted on instinct. He began drawing and sheathing his sword at an unprecedented, frantic pace.
"CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!"
It was practically the only way he could fight his fear.
A bizarre scene unfolded.
Just as the monster reached him, it was as if it had been repelled by an invisible aura. It slid past him and lunged at someone else instead.
Li Chunfeng trembled, the giddy relief of surviving a near-death experience instantly overwhelming his fear.
"It’s... It’s real! This... this really is an Immortal Technique! The Immortal Way is helping me! The Immortal Way is helping me! Haha... Haha! This is a good thing! This is definitely a good thing!"
Meanwhile, Dong Changsheng immediately shouted, "Everyone, get close to me! Surround me! I’ll protect you!"
He stood in the center of the crowd, warily observing their surroundings while periodically forming hand seals to cast a Technique, shooting out rays of spiritual light.
The lower-level Cursed Grudges, like the grinning imps and black cats, were easily destroyed by his Magic as they approached.
The other undercover disciples, however, could barely handle the black cats. When faced with the imps, it took several of them working together, unleashing multiple spells in succession, to defeat one.
For a moment, the cellar was a chaotic mess of flashing magical light, demonic shrieks, human screams, and the clash of weapons!
Su Ling’er’s brow furrowed. She knew they couldn’t drag this out any longer.
’If this continues, we’ll all be worn down and killed here!’
Her figure blurred as she took the initiative, charging toward several of the most troublesome humanoid Cursed Grudges. The Wooden Sword in her hand pulsed with a malevolent light. With fierce and ruthless sword strikes, she cut them all down in just a few exchanges.
On the other side, Wang Xiedi was entangled with the "Peddler" Cursed Grudge, trying to protect the mother and child.
His Cultivation was low, but under the protection of the Ten Thousand Forms Red Dust Scripture, he was just barely able to hold his ground, though he was constantly in peril.
Just as the monster’s sharp claws were about to tear into his face, Wang Xiedi roared. Instead of dodging, he thrust his Wooden Sword into its chest!
"PFFT!"
The monster was knocked back several steps, but its death throes sent a shockwave through Wang Xiedi, churning his blood and qi. He nearly lost his footing.
Having dealt with the enemies before her, Su Ling’er immediately fell back to help. A flash of sword light streaked past, and the "Peddler" monster entangling Wang Xiedi was instantly decapitated.
Just as everyone was on high alert, their nerves stretched taut, the unexpected happened without any warning.
"BOOM—!!!"
A tremendous roar erupted from beneath their feet!
The entire cellar began to shake violently, crazily!
"RUMBLE—!"
The bluestone floor beneath them instantly fractured, a web of countless cracks spreading across it.
Before anyone could react, the entire floor collapsed with a deafening crash!
"AHHHH—!"
Dust and debris shot into the air. Everyone lost their balance in an instant and, with terrified screams, plummeted into the dark pit that had suddenly appeared beneath them.
The pit didn’t seem too deep. For the undercover disciples, who were Qi Refining Stage Cultivators, they could just barely manage to circulate their Spiritual Power mid-fall to try and stabilize themselves.
But for the two mortals, this sudden collapse was an inescapable, world-ending catastrophe.
The churning blast of air and the spray of earth, stone, and splintered wood instantly broke the mother and child’s tight grip on each other’s hands.
"My child—!"
The woman let out a heart-wrenching cry. She reached out a hand in vain as she fell, her eyes reflecting the image of her young child being knocked away by a tumbling wooden beam, falling even faster into the darkness below.
Their fingertips were inches apart, yet they might as well have been worlds away.
At that moment, a gray shadow tore through the descending curtain of dust!
Su Ling’er had directly activated her Sword Control Skill, the Flowing Shadow Flying Star Skill!
The Wooden Sword carried her in a downward dive. Just an instant before the child hit the ground, she emulated her senior brother, snatching the boy up before landing safely.
Meanwhile, Wang Xiedi violently adjusted his position in mid-air. He turned his own body into a human cushion, getting underneath the woman an instant before she hit the ground!
"THUD!"
With a muffled impact, the woman sprained her ankle, but he had successfully caught her.
The other undercover disciples also used their own methods to land, albeit in a disheveled state.
Two of the minor disciples also managed to catch the two other surviving commoners who were closest to them.
Once the dust settled a little, the group looked around, still shaken, only to find they were in a subterranean space far grander than the cellar.
The air here was frigid and sinister, saturated with a lingering resentful energy. It was as if you could hear the silent wails of countless wronged souls by your ear.
It was a massive, circular stone chamber with two tunnels, one at the front and one at the back, leading to unknown destinations.
And on the stone walls to either side were carved a series of bizarre and unsettling murals!
The lines of the murals were distorted:
One depicted a man with a savage expression, his hands formed in a seal as if casting a spell;
Another showed a mother screaming silently at the sky;
And another was of a tiny skeleton, bound by countless black chains within a small, narrow cabinet...
Just as the group was stunned by the contents of the murals, the dead silence of the space was broken.
"HURK... HURK... HURK..."
"MEOW... MEOW... MEOW..."
"TAP... TAP... TAP..."
Those scalp-numbing hisses, gurgles, and scraping sounds seemed to be rushing toward them... from the dark tunnels on either side!
...
Within the light screen, Lin Qingfeng had finally chosen a song.
He took a conch-shaped Magical Artifact out of his storage pouch and nodded in satisfaction.
’The Sound-Recording Shell.’
’Play "Good Luck Comes."’
’Yep, I’ll go with "Good Luck Comes"!’
’This song is so festive and cheerful, full of wonderful hopes for the future!’
’While I’m enjoying my card game and music, I can also let my little junior sister and the others hear such inspiring music in this oppressive environment full of ghosts and Cursed Grudges!’
’It’s sure to sweep away the gloom in their hearts and make them calmer and more composed!’
’After all, whenever I watch a horror movie, as long as I turn off the original soundtrack and put on some cheerful music like this, the horror movie instantly turns into a comedy. It’s not scary at all!’
’Sigh, I’ve really worried myself sick over the mental well-being of my junior sister and brothers. Being the senior brother is tough!’
With that thought, he activated the Sound-Recording Shell without hesitation.
The next second, a burst of loud, cheerful, and demonically catchy singing spread out from the small light screen, echoing throughout the deathly silent, haunted mansion.
Finally, it traveled down through the collapsed pit and reached the underground space below with perfect clarity...
"Good luck comes~ wishing you good luck~ good luck brings joy and love~"
