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The group of second-generation rich kids exchanged glances and nodded helplessly.

What can they do now? They can only continue playing by the rules.

"Come on, let's go find the key together. There are so many of us, what are we afraid of? It's just a game."

"That's right, it's just a haunted house after all. What's there to be afraid of? Even if you encounter something, it's just staff members in disguise. There's nothing to be afraid of."

"By the way, we can find a staff member and ask them to take us out."

Thinking of this, the group of second-generation rich kids rekindled their hope.

They brought seventeen bodyguards, plus their own twelve, making a group of nearly 30 people. With so many people playing in a haunted house together, what's there to be afraid of?

The reason I was scared just now was simply because I had never experienced that kind of situation before.

Now that I've calmed down, I realize there's nothing to be afraid of.

"I'll keep the key for you. Let's go find it now," Feng Chuang said, putting the Blood Key into his pocket.

Nobody really cares about it; it's just a game item, it doesn't matter who has it.

The group left the hall and entered the passage leading to the tomb.

“Those who disturb the King’s rest will be cursed by the dead, and when you pass through this passage, you will be cursed with old age.”

After entering the passage, Feng Chuang and his group saw blood-red writing on the wall.

"Someone who looks rather intimidating is interesting."

No one in the group took this statement seriously.

But after a while, they felt something was wrong.

That is, they got more and more tired as they walked, as if their bodies were rusting.

It was only then that they realized they seemed to have grown old.

However, Feng Chuang and his group did not age as rapidly as the previous expedition team in Jinzitan, who aged several decades.

On average, they are only about ten years older.

The problem is that their bodies weren't in great shape to begin with; the effects of alcohol, sex, wealth, and power had already taken their toll. The reason they don't feel it now is simply because they are young and their bodies are at their peak, so they can withstand it.

They can age ten years in an instant, going from their peak physical condition in their twenties to the declining stage of their thirties, instantly becoming like a deflated balloon, useless.

Is the curse of aging real?

"Holy crap... I look more than ten years older!"

"I'm not playing anymore, I want to go home."

"Brother Chen, I was wrong, please let me out."

A group of second-generation rich kids were completely devastated. They thought it was a game, but it turned out to be real. What's the point of playing this game?

If they keep playing like this, they'll be played to death.

Chapter 144 Challenge Evaluation: Trash, Not Even Worth a Five-Worth Scumbag

A bunch of rich kids made a lot of noise, but it was all for nothing.

Going back, the stone gate of the passage was already closed, and it was impossible to return to the hall.

So after a series of wails, the group of second-generation rich kids, escorted by bodyguards, continued walking forward.

However, the expressions on their faces were as if they had eaten a dead rat.

After walking for more than an hour, they finally left the passage and arrived at the second hall.

Click!

Once they had all entered the hall, the stone door to the passage behind them closed instantly.

Seeing this, the group's expressions turned even more grim.

"There's a package here."

At that moment, a bodyguard in a corner spotted a bag.

The bag contained three withered scrolls, a blood-stained diary, some dried meat, and a small water bottle.

"Open the diary and take a look," Feng Chuang said to the bodyguard.

The bodyguard nodded and opened the blood-stained diary.

"We were wrong...we were all wrong...there is no eternal life...there is no divine favor...only endless nightmares."

They're all dead... I'm the only one left... but I'm going to die too.

Those who come after... consider the three anti-demon scrolls in the package as my gift... but you will all die... you will all die..."

The diary was incomplete; many pages had been torn out, leaving only the last page. But the contents of that page were even more devastating.

"A scroll to ward off evil?"

The group of second-generation rich kids weren't stupid; they quickly grasped the key point in the diary: the Demon-Slaying Scroll.

Looking at the three withered scrolls, the group of second-generation rich kids were very excited.

"Do you think this scroll can break the curse of aging on us?"

"It should be fine, this should be the reward for completing the level."

"I have a bad feeling about this. These three scrolls should be quest items, which we might need later."

A group of second-generation rich kids looked at the three scrolls and chatted amongst themselves.

However, no one had encountered this situation before, and there was no walkthrough, so they had no idea what the Demon-Slaying Scroll was for.

Ultimately, the group reached an agreement to try using a magic-breaking scroll.

brush!

As a demon-slaying scroll was opened, a burst of light erupted.

A group of people were bathed in light and felt warm all over.

At the same time, their bodies regained their youth, returning them from their thirties to their original twenties.

"It worked! We're back to normal."

"The curse of aging has been broken."

A group of second-generation rich kids were very happy and excited.

The bodyguards, too, were relieved after all that they had been holding their breath.

Meanwhile, they carefully preserved the remaining two anti-demon scrolls, which were essential for their survival.

"Let's go, let's keep going."

Having regained their youth and possessing life-saving items, the group was no longer afraid and re-entered the passage to embark on their journey.

"Death is the final destination, the living are sacred nourishment, and the desperate souls of those who served our king are here."

After entering the passage, the blood-red characters reappeared on the walls.

Upon seeing the text, the group's expressions turned grim.

They might not have taken these words seriously before, but after experiencing the Curse of Aging, they became somewhat terrified of the contents of the crimson script.

Unfortunately, apart from the smile, this text doesn't seem to reveal any information.

So, for the rest of the journey, the group walked with trepidation, afraid of accidentally falling into a trap.

"Swish..."

Half an hour later, they did not encounter any traps, but they heard some strange noises.

It felt like something was rubbing against the ground as it moved.

"The sound seemed to be coming from under our feet."

"No, I heard it by the wall too."

"Why do I feel like the voice is coming from above my head?"

A group of people gathered together, all certain that they had heard those sounds, only they had heard them from different places.

"Be careful, everyone, walk slowly."

The group slowed down again. The bodyguard leading the way would step on the ground twice before taking a step to make sure it was safe before proceeding.

As a result, the group's progress was incredibly slow.

Even tortoises can probably crawl faster than them.

Another half hour passed, and the group still hadn't left the second passage.

And the rustling sound in their ears became more and more frequent, which made them feel very uncomfortable.

"Look, what's that up ahead?"

At that moment, one of the bodyguards noticed something unusual ahead; it seemed as if something had appeared.

Soon, everyone saw it.

suck!

Instantly, everyone gasped.

Because what appeared in front of the passage were not just any insects, but countless scarabs.

Um... Ai-class is called the Scarab Beetle, while Hua Lixia calls them Dung Beetles.

Countless scarabs covered the entire passage, surging towards them like a tide.

"Retreat quickly, quickly!"

The group immediately turned around and ran back.

But after running a few steps, he stopped because there were also scarabs behind him, and their numbers were no less than those in front.

In other words, they were already surrounded by scarabs.

"This...dung beetles don't eat meat, do they?" a second-generation rich kid said in horror.