Chapter 253: Trespassers Will Be Killed! (Seventh Update)
Translator: 549690339
The stone stairs were incredibly steep and extended straight down. Under the glow of the fla emanating from Huang Xiaolong, many visible black resentful spirits and evil qi could be seen constantly swirling and spreading.
However, these resentful spirits and evil qi would dissipate instantly upon contact with the fla.
Additionally, on both sides of the stone wall, nurous paintings were hung.
The contents of these paintings were extrely bizarre, grueso, and brutal.
So depicted beheading, disembowelnt, flaying, quartering, castration, hanging…
If an ordinary person saw these paintings, they would undoubtedly be scared out of their wits, possibly scared to death!
Because the expressions of the people being punished in these paintings were incredibly horrific, ferocious, and desperate…everything was so realistic. Looking at these paintings felt as if one was witnessing these punishnts firsthand.
“Interesting, very interesting indeed…it’s exactly as I had hoped,” Huang Xiaolong enjoyed looking at these paintings with a delighted smile, even starting to explain them to Song Yuru. “Wife, look at this painting; it depicts a roasting punishnt. You should be familiar with this, right? The roasting punishnt was a form of torture during the Shang Dynasty. It involved saring grease and oil on a copper pillar, igniting charcoal beneath it, and making criminals walk on the pillar. The pillar was slippery and hot, causing the criminals to fall into the charcoal fire and be burned to death. It is said that King Zhou of Shang used this form of punishnt to amuse Daji.”
“Wife. The content of this painting is ‘natural drying,’ another form of punishnt during King Zhou’s reign, where a person would be killed and then dried into jerky…”
“Ugh” Song Yuru dry heaved once and complained with a dull look, “Little Long! Stop it! I…I’m already scared out of my skin, why are you saying all of this…you’re so an! Are you trying to scare to death on purpose?”
“Oh…if you don’t like hearing about this, then I won’t say any more,” Huang Xiaolong said helplessly.
“Of course, I wouldn’t like to hear about such perverted things!” Song Yuru protested.
Finally…
The two reached the end of the stone steps.
Before them was an old wooden door with faded paint.
The wooden door was tightly shut, and a faint sinister aura seeped out from within, sending a shudder down their spines.
Astonishingly, human skeletons were scattered around the door.
So were completely decayed into dry bones.
Others were still in the process of decaying.
The freshest corpse looked like it had only been dead for a few days, and it was still recognizable. It was a young man, about the sa age as Huang Xiaolong and Song Yuru, wearing a red Adidas tracksuit. His face was dry, turning a purplish cyan hue, and covered in a look of utter terror…Clearly, this young man had been terrified beyond words before his death.
“Gross…so scary…” After quickly glancing at the skeletons, Song Yuru hurried to cover her eyes. However, she couldn’t help but take another careful look at the fresh corpse and scread, “It’s…It’s Mu Dong! This…this unrotten corpse…It’s…it’s Mu Dong!”
“Huh? Wife, you know this dead guy?” Huang Xiaolong asked in surprise.
“I…I do know him…Mu Dong was in the Sports Departnt at our school, and was in the sa class as Sun Wei. He was an enthusiast of supernatural events, frequently live streaming supernatural explorations like haunted houses, spirit channeling, pen immortals, etc. He was quite a popular strear…But he vanished suddenly a week ago,” Song Yuru recounted with a trembling heart. “On…the night he disappeared, soone saw a series of photos on his social dia; he had taken selfies on the subway…It…It turns out…he actually took the sa trip as us to reach Hujia Village…Alas Mu Dong died so young, and in such a horrible, unexpected way…”
“Oh…he must not have taken the ghost-ridden subway ride. He likely walked through the tunnel or station platform to get here,” Huang Xiaolong surmised.
“Oh, so he was Sister Bai Hu’s classmate.” Huang Xiaolong nodded and added sowhat helplessly, “Wife, the Mu Dong you ntioned was pretty daring, exploring supernatural events everywhere even though he didn’t really have anything special about him. Even if he didn’t die this ti, he would have t his fate sooner or later…Alright, let’s not worry about this.”
At that mont, Huang Xiaolong noticed characters written on the wooden door.
The characters were in a deep and startling red, as if written with blood.
“Oh, there are characters here, wife, read them to . What’s written on the door?” Huang Xiaolong chuckled.
“Are you illiterate?” Song Yuru grumbled. Nevertheless, she obediently read the words on the door one by one, very clearly. “Ancestral resting place of the Hu Family. No one not of the Hu Family is allowed inside! Trespassers will die! Invaders will have their souls perish and will never be reincarnated! Be warned! Be warned!”
Her voice trembled as she continued reading, “Little Long…This is…This is a curse…the Hu Family…wrote this curse with fresh blood…”
“Hahaha A curse? All I know is that behind this door lies the Hu Family’s ancestral graveyard! I’m not allowed to trespass? Hahaha I’m planning to dig up your family’s graves, and you’re not letting in? Does this even make sense? Hahahaha”
With a roaring laugh, Huang Xiaolong kicked open the wooden door!
As he forcefully, shattered the ancient faded wooden door with a kick…
At the sa ti!
The paintings on both sides of the passageway started to move!
To be precise, the people in those paintings, depicting various horrifying punishnts, seed to co alive—they not only moved but also emitted demonically howling and roaring!
They struggled and wriggled as if attempting to escape from the paintings!
In the next mont, the horrifically punished people in the paintings broke free one after the other, crawling out with roars and howls. Each one had blue faces and tusks, with mottled flesh and blood all over their bodies, lunging madly at Huang Xiaolong and Song Yuru like rabid dogs.
In an instant, this entire passageway was filled with an infinite evil aura, the temperature plumted, and it was extrely chilling.
“Little Long!!!!” Song Yuru scread in terror.
However, a teasing smile erged from the corner of Huang Xiaolong’s lips.
“Wife, don’t be afraid. This is just a shoddy trick, nothing more than creating an illusion. Hahaha,” Huang Xiaolong softly comforted a trembling Song Yuru in his arms and then spat out a mouthful of saliva.
Boom!!!!
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