"There seems to be an indescribable sense of oppression here." I whispered, feeling my heartbeat speeding up unconsciously.
Qin Wuyan nodded, his brows furrowed: "Indeed, every stone and every wall seems to be telling ancient stories, and these stories have no good intentions."
We slowly approached and noticed two huge statues in front of the palace.
They are two beast-shaped monsters with ferocious faces. Their eyes seem to be staring at the visitors. The malice exuding from them makes people shudder.
They are not only statues, but more like the guardian beasts of the palace, blocking any creature that wants to break into the palace.
"These guardian beasts give people an ominous premonition." Qin Wuyan held the hilt of his sword tightly, ready to deal with possible dangers at any time.
We carefully walked through the huge palace gates and stepped inside.
The palace became darker, and the air was filled with an ancient atmosphere and an unbearable coldness.
As we go deeper, the murals on the walls gradually come into view. They depict some horrific scenes: war, sacrifice, crazy rituals... Each one makes people feel deeply uneasy.
"Many stories must have happened here. Every stone and every mural is a testimony." I touched the walls carefully, trying to feel the history behind them.
Suddenly, a cold wind blew from deep inside, carrying a shrill cry.
We stopped and listened.
The voice seems to be guiding us, or warning us.
"We must be more careful." Qin Wuyan whispered, his face showing unprecedented seriousness.
We continued to move forward, feeling more uneasy with every step we took.
The interior of the palace is full of complex corridors and rooms, and unknown dangers may be hidden in every corner.
And as we went deeper, we began to encounter some obstacles.
The atmosphere in the palace was extremely oppressive, and every step felt like stepping on a cold heart.
Every breath we took was accompanied by indescribable fear, as if the air was filled not only with dust, but also with a thick fog of death.
The cold wind passed through the broken window lattice, bringing shrill cries from deep in the distance. The cries were mixed with anger and pain, making us shudder.
The corridors of the palace are like a maze, with vivid murals on both sides depicting various horrific scenes from hell.
In some murals, countless souls are bound by invisible chains, struggling in the endless darkness; in others, huge black dragon snakes are devouring timid souls.
These pictures seem to have a strange magic power, which makes people feel more and more palpitated the more they look at them, and they even have the illusion of being sucked into the paintings.
We walked carefully through the long corridor, trying not to touch anything for fear of triggering unknown mechanisms or spells.
The dust on the ground seems to record countless years of loneliness and loneliness, and every step carries a heavy echo.
Soon, we came to a huge iron door. On the door was a complex totem carved with a monster with a bloody mouth in the center.
The monster's eyes seem to be staring at us, full of warning and threat.
Qin Wuyan stretched out his hand and gently touched the totem, and recited a few low incantations.
The iron door made a heavy sound and slowly opened, revealing an even darker depth.
The space behind the iron door is wider, with a huge circular altar in the center. Various weird sacrifices are placed on the altar, including decayed bones, dried flowers and some items that we cannot identify.
There was a sickening rancid smell hanging over these offerings that made us hold our breath.
Around the circular altar, there are rows of stone seats, filled with statues of various shapes.
These statues look lifelike, some are noble kings, some are cruel warriors, and some are beautiful women.
But no matter which one they are, they all have the same characteristics - their faces are distorted and their expressions are painful.
Their eyes seem to be able to see into our souls, causing us to feel fear.
"What is this place?" I asked softly, my voice echoing in the empty hall.
Qin Wuyan shook his head and looked around the hall warily.
"I don't know, but there must be a big secret hidden here."
We approached the altar, trying to find our way into the depths.
However, at this moment, a powerful force suddenly burst out from the center of the altar, knocking us back a few steps.
A crack appeared in the sky above the altar, and a faint blue flame emerged from the crack. A vague figure slowly emerged from the flame.
The figure became clearer and clearer, finally revealing a tall figure.
He was wearing tattered robes, with long hair hanging over his shoulders, a gloomy face, and a cold light shining in his eyes.
With his appearance, the entire palace seemed to tremble, and the air was filled with an aura of oppression and terror.
"Welcome to my palace." His voice was low and powerful, as if coming from the depths of hell.
"Are you looking for the secret technique or the salvation of the undead? No matter what it is, you must pay the price."
In this gloomy hall, the words of the mysterious figure shocked our hearts.
His aura is powerful and unfathomable, making people involuntarily feel a sense of fear.
"We are here to find answers." Qin Wuyan replied in a deep voice, trying to hide his inner nervousness.
The figure smiled softly, with a cold sarcasm in his voice: "The answer? In this hell, there are countless mysteries hidden in every corner, and every soul is burdened with endless secrets.
Are you really ready to face the truth about hell? "
I clenched my fists and summoned my courage: "No matter how cruel the truth is, we must know it.
This is our mission and our responsibility. "
An unexpected light flashed in his eyes, and then his figure swayed and turned into countless black mist, lingering in the entire hall.
His voice came from the black mist: "Then, let me see your determination."
Suddenly, the atmosphere in the hall became even weirder.
Waves of cold air came from all directions, and the air was filled with bursts of crying and angry sounds.
From the darkness, various terrifying images of hell gradually emerge. They are ghosts from folklore, such as bull heads and horse faces, black and white impermanence, etc., each of which exudes a creepy atmosphere.
Qin Wuyan waved his sword, preparing to fight.
I quickly set up a formation and threw out pieces of talisman paper, trying to resist these terrifying existences.
The battle became extremely fierce and we used almost all our strength to fight against them.
Just when we were in a bitter battle, a dazzling light pillar suddenly rose in the center of the hall.
