Chapter 541: Release

His fingertip touched the pagoda.

Cold, uneven.

Though called a pagoda, the one covering the well is less than half a person's height, crudely built.

Like a casually hired mason who just slapped it together.

Without the pagoda name, an ignorant person would mistake it for a dirt-and-brick column.

I don't know why.

Lin An stood before the pagoda, his unease growing stronger.

His brows drooped, the three people beneath his feet shook like a sieve.

They were even more afraid.

Lin An's breathing grew heavy; Zhang Tie, the wary guard, surrounded him, ready to strike.

Using a mechanical compass, the layered phantom maze was laid out tier upon tier, with vast mental power spread around his body.

Cain's Blade charged, its two forms ready to unleash at any moment.

He had done every preparation he could, to the limit.

Is something wrong somewhere?

Or is this what close contact with a meme event feels like?

His thoughts raced.

Lin An naturally placed great trust in his own instincts.

After a while, nothing came of it.

The truth of the restored events posed no problem.

At least, through his repeated contemplation, he could make it self-consistent.

"Captain Lin!"

Seeing Lin An as still as a statue, Zhang Tie's hair stood on end, and he warned in a low voice over the channel:

"Something's off!"

"I constantly feel a strong threat beside us."

"The closer we get, the stronger it feels!"

"If we're going to do it, do it quick! This haunted place is no spot to linger!"

A beast's instinct gave Xiong Hanzi a sharper sense of danger than Lin An.

Lin An heard this and blinked slightly.

Is Zhang Tie no longer afraid of ghosts, but truly feeling the threat?

You know Zhang Tie has now fused with the Indestructible Asura.

In survivability, he is no inferior to a spiritual entity.

Without further hesitation, Lin An hardened his expression and directly raised his mental power to its peak.

His tone icy:

"Huang Youwei, do you still remember the woman you bought from the leper?!"

His voice rang like thunder.

Huang Youwei, already startled, upon hearing Lin An's questioning,

was caught off guard, his face turning deathly pale.

"The woman you bought— isn't that Yuan Ying?!"

Being already in the pagoda well, this line of questioning instantly stirred his fear.

"Laizi... Yuan Ying... Laizi..."

"No! Not! I found her in the snow! I found her in the snow!"

"She's a ghost! She's a ghost!"

His expression twisted.

Huang Youwei was bound hand and foot, writhing on the ground like a maggot.

Nearly mad.

Lin An's words pulled him from "fantasy" back into reality.

But this reality was even crueler.

"Sir! Sir! Have you misunderstood something?!"

"My son never bought a woman!"

"That Yuan Ying is a vengeful ghost of a drowned infant girl!"

Old Mr. Huang painfully watched his son struggle, forced to repeatedly plead and explain to Lin An.

"Still want to deny it..."

Lin An remained unmoved, merely lifting with his right hand, raising all three into midair.

"You bought Yuan Ying from the leper and had a child with her."

"But your wife, Madame Huang, resentful in her heart, killed her."

"To avoid punishment, you bribed a daoist and deceived the villagers."

A chilling, soft laugh:

"What wrong did Yuan Ying commit?"

"Is bearing you a son not enough? Her life was already hard..."

"Even after death, you slander her, denying her bones a proper burial."

"Thus forever suppressed beneath this so-called pagoda!"

Contempt.

This pagoda was built by a Daoist; thinking of this, Lin An felt a surge of absurdity.

His words were indeed half a sigh for Yingying's life, and half to console "her".

Regardless of whether it works, he really does feel some pity for this woman.

Meme, is the residue of "feeling".

As Lin An spoke, Old Man Huang, who originally refused to admit, was like a duck with its neck wrung, unable to utter another word.

Huang Dawai, who was originally twisting and struggling, was even more stunned, frozen in midair, motionless.

Madame Huang beside them suddenly let out a sharp scream:

"I didn't mean to kill her!"

"It's a ghost! She's a ghost! I didn't kill anyone!"

Weeping bitterly.

Madame Huang, who seemed the most simple-minded, actually regained her senses, repeatedly repeating in a lost and distraught manner:

"I saw her! I saw her face!"

"That's not a human face!"

In an instant, a piercing, shrill laugh issued from her mouth.

Hearing that laugh made one's scalp tingle, and even Lin An felt a jolt in his heart.

We can't drag this out any longer!

Without hesitation, he planned to blast open the pagoda directly, so that these three could thoroughly see the corpses inside the well.

At the same time, Lin An's mind was also tense to the extreme.

If there were any further mishap, it would likely be that at the moment the pagoda is opened and no corpses are seen, the sealed Yingying in the three's subconscious would burst out of the pagoda.

At this moment, the terror level of the Meme will climb to its peak due to the intensity of the fear of the 【cause】.

Danger, probably stems from this.

But as long as we drag past this moment, letting the three clearly see the corpses inside the well.

Then they will realize that the dead are people!

Such indirect deception can completely dispel the Meme!

"Heavenly Being!"

Within half a breath, Lin An suddenly turned, drew his sword, and unleashed a full-power strike, slashing horizontally at the pagoda.

"Boom!"

Destroying the rotten and breaking the withered.

Under the eruption of Cain's Blade, holy-gold spirit energy mixed with an evil aura illuminated the pitch-black night.

A sword scar tens of meters long appeared on the ground before the well after the pagoda was cleaved and exploded.

Realizing that mental power still could not enter the well, Lin An simply bellowed:

"Zhang Tie! Go down and fetch the corpse!"

At the same time.

A white shadow suddenly appeared, rapidly expanding to fill the view.

Face to face, nose to nose.

The soaked, rotting, swollen white giant face pressed tightly against Lin An's eyes, he could even feel the wet, slippery sensation.

As if encountering a mortal danger, Lin An's pupils instantly contracted into a silver line.

"Withering!"

"Mental Shock!"

"Demonic Form!"

All means were employed, merely hoping to endure the moment Yingying appears.

Unlike the white shadow encountered earlier in the thatched hut, the enormous giant face that appeared in this instant gave him an intense sense of oppression.

Ice-cold to the bone, as if piercing the soul.

The pre-arranged illusion activated simultaneously, one side trying to interfere with the white shadow's moves, the other side dragging the three Huang family members into the illusion to prevent them from seeing Yingying again.

Once the "complete version" of Yingying is seen, the level of fear will increase exponentially.

"Bear Transformation!"

After receiving Lin An's order, Xiong Hanzi hesitated not and jumped into the water well.

It was cramped and uncomfortable.

Bearing the cold that could shatter alloy, he, transformed into a silver bear body, desperately reached down to scoop.

"Lin Dui! Hold on!"

"I saw Yingying's corpse!"

All that could be seen below the well was a rotting female corpse slowly drifting.

Jet-black hair filled the entire bottom of the well.