Deadly Game: Almighty Boss’s Guide to Making Money

Chapter 1293. Searching for the Netherworld Flower (8)

Lin Xi pondered for a moment, his gaze sweeping over Li Han's pained expression and then over Su Qing's weak state.

“Okay, but who can guarantee that Li Han won’t cause trouble again? Anyway, we don’t have any herb to clear the miasma now, and we can’t save him, so we might as well just leave him here.”

"Whatever!" Zhang Yang grinned mischievously and patted Li Han on the shoulder. "Li Han, it's not that I don't care about you, but nobody can save you now. Just stay behind us and leave the rest to fate!"

Li Han gritted his teeth and glared fiercely at Lin Xi, but didn't dare to refute.

He was now infected with miasma and had no strength to resist, so he could only let Zhang Yang do as he pleased.

Su Qing looked at the scene before her and spoke weakly.

"Thank you... If you can find the Ghost Marrow Flower, you can not only save me, but also strengthen the array that seals the remnants of the demon race and resolve the miasma in Broken Soul Ridge. However... there are many traps set by the remnants of the demonic sect deep in the cave, as well as strange beasts controlled by curses. You must be careful."

Wang Xiaoyue took out a small bottle of the remaining antidote from her backpack and handed it to Zhang Yang.

"This potion can temporarily alleviate the effects of the miasma. You should use it on Li Han first!"

Zhang Yang took the medicine and a sincere smile appeared on his face.

"Thank you, Xiaoyue, you are such a kind person."

But no one noticed that when he turned around to feed Li Han the medicine, a smile flashed in his eyes.

Zhao Kai snorted coldly and said irritably, "Stop talking nonsense and let's go! With Miss Suqing pointing the way, we can avoid taking any detours. Zhang Yang, keep an eye on Li Han and don't let him hold us back!"

Zhang Yang nodded, helped Li Han follow behind the group, and opened the medicine.

"I'm also afraid of getting poisoned. I'll drink half first, and you can have the rest."

“You…” Li Han glared at Zhang Yang, but couldn’t say a word.

—Not bad!

—That's right, it's good enough that we're giving him the drink.

—Anyway, he's already been poisoned, while Zhang Yang is fine, so prevention is the best approach.

—Exactly, we can't have them both die.

—Li Han could die, really, I've never seen anyone so annoying.

After drinking the antidote, Li Han's complexion improved slightly, but he still lacked strength.

Su Qing walked at the front of the group, her slender figure appearing particularly thin in the dim blue lantern light.

She had to hold onto the bone wall with every step she took; clearly, her remaining spiritual energy wouldn't last much longer.

The crowd followed closely behind, the stone slabs beneath their feet worn smooth by time, occasionally creaking underfoot, a sound that was particularly jarring in the quiet corridor.

After consuming the herb that cleared miasma, everyone's breathing became steady. However, as they went deeper into the corridor, the temperature dropped lower and lower. The original scent, which was a mixture of decay and sandalwood, was gradually replaced by a strong, chilling feeling.

The skull lanterns on the bone walls on both sides glowed intermittently, their eerie blue flames seeming as if they might go out at any moment.

The skulls embedded in the bone wall, with their empty eye sockets staring at the crowd, somehow gave the impression that there was a hint of resentment hidden in those empty eyes.

"Something's not right." Lin Xi suddenly stopped, sweeping her flashlight across the bone wall beside her. "Don't you guys feel like these skeletons are staring at us?"

As soon as she finished speaking, a series of "crackling" sounds came from the bone wall, clearer than before, as if skeletons were wriggling inside.

Zhao Kai instinctively moved closer to Lin Xi, his hands gripping the trekking poles tightly, cold sweat beading on them. "Don't... don't scare us! It's just a pile of bones, how could they be staring at us?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a beast skeleton embedded in the bone wall beside him suddenly moved. The tightly interlocked bones shifted slightly, revealing a small gap, through which black mist seemed to be flowing faintly.

Zhou Lili screamed in fright and clung tightly to Wu Qingquan's arm, her voice trembling with tears.

"It moved! It moved! The bone really moved!"

——Holy shit!
—Holy shit!
—I think I just saw the animal bones move too!
—I saw it too.

—I saw it all, it must have moved.

This place is so eerie!
—Is there something hidden inside the bone wall?

Zhou Lili shouts so loudly, she almost gave me a heart attack!
—It's alright, I'm just timid.

—Yes, with Li Han around, I don't think being timid is a big deal anymore.

—Zhang Yang and Li Han are still behind!
—They saw it too!
Chen Luoxue held up her flashlight, staring intently at the disturbed animal skeleton, her tone grave.

"It's not an illusion; there's definitely something wrong with these skeletons. Miss Suqing, is there something hidden in this bone corridor?"

Su Qing turned around, a hint of fear showing on her pale face.

She clutched her chest and coughed violently a few times, the black blood at the corner of her mouth increasing.

"Yes, it's resentment... These are the remains of fallen members of the Spirit Clan and divine beasts. For three thousand years, their resentment has been sealed within the bone wall. Affected by miasma and curses, the resentment has grown stronger and stronger, and now it's almost impossible to suppress it."

"Resentment?" A hint of surprise flashed in Wang Xiaoyue's eyes. "You mean... the kind that can hurt people?"

"Yes." Su Qing nodded, her eyes filled with despair.

“These resentments, nourished by the miasma, have already taken physical form. They hate outsiders the most, especially those who carry demonic energy or negative emotions. Once they are targeted, it is very difficult to escape.”

As soon as she finished speaking, the entire bone corridor suddenly shook violently, the bone walls on both sides rattled, and countless bones fell off the bone walls, falling to the ground and shattering into pieces.

The skull embedded in the bone wall had eerie green flames burning in its eye sockets, with black mist swirling within the flames. The mist grew thicker and thicker, gradually condensing into blurry black shadows that emerged from the bone wall.

The shadowy figure had no fixed shape, resembling wisps of flowing black mist, exuding a chilling aura.

Wherever it went, the stone slabs on the ground were covered with a layer of white frost.

They let out a howling sound, like wails from hell, and pounced on the group.

"Oh no! The resentment has materialized! Everyone be careful!"

Zhang Ting raised her flashlight and shone it on the dark figure at the front.

The flashlight's strong beam seemed to have a certain restraining effect on the shadowy figure. After being illuminated by the strong beam, the shadowy figure let out a shrill scream, instantly retreated a few steps, and its figure became somewhat illusory.

"Shine a flashlight on them; the strong light can temporarily suppress these resentments!" Zhang Ting immediately reminded everyone.

Everyone raised their flashlights, and more than a dozen beams of light converged, shining towards the approaching dark figure.

Illuminated by the bright light, the shadowy figures let out shrill screams and retreated, not daring to approach.

But they didn't disperse; instead, they lingered on both sides of the corridor, their eerie green eyes fixed on the crowd, as if searching for an opportunity to strike.