As I screamed hysterically, the illusion in front of me finally shattered and returned to the dark tomb.

I felt the hilt of the sword in my left hand, which I had grabbed from the nearest wooden shelf as I walked out of the corridor.

Just as the crisis struck, fortunately, I decisively cut my right palm.

It was the sensation of pain that pulled me out of the illusion.

But the crisis was far from over.

At this moment, the fire in the hands of the old Taoist had already extinguished. In the pitch-black darkness, I heard laughter and terrifying cries.

They've gone mad!

They're all insane!

I couldn't help but step back, in the direction of the corridor I came from.

But I felt my back hit a soft body.

Before I could pull away, in an instant, a hand climbed up my neck along my spine.

"Hehe..."

The sound in my ears didn't sound like a human voice at all.

I struggled desperately to break free, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't resist the strength coming from that hand.

And the previously noisy darkness around me gradually quieted down. Laughter and cries abruptly stopped, replaced by a chilling chewing sound.

In a state of panic, I finally raised my left hand and fiercely stabbed the blade into the arm that was trapping me.

A warm liquid splashed on my face.

I pushed away the body, felt the entrance of the corridor, and ran wildly towards it.