Chapter 567 Dumb Protagonists in a Horror Movie
Villain Ch 567. Dumb Protagonists in a Horror Movie
The ghostly apparition disintegrated, and so did the barrier. Its vanishing act coincided with the ethereal departure of the concubine's spirit. In tandem, the onslaught of shadows that had harassed the girls dissipated into nothingness. The oppressive darkness lifted, unveiling the chamber and its occupants.
The girls, freed from the relentless siege of shadows, found their vision unobstructed. Their collective gaze shifted towards Allen, who stood alone with a face adorned in disappointment. The air hung heavy with the aftermath of the battle, a mix of relief and frustration lingering in the atmosphere.
Silence lingered in the chamber. The girls exchanged glances, a silent understanding passing between them.
The girls rushed towards Allen, concern etched across their faces like a shared canvas of worry. Larissa inquired, "What happened?"
However, Allen's attention was momentarily diverted as he took in the sight of his comrades. Disheveled and windblown, their appearance bore the marks of a battle fought with spectral foes. A cascade of messy hair framed their faces, and Allen couldn't help but cringe as he gestured towards their tangled locks.
In response to Larissa's question, he countered with a wry smile, "Shouldn't that be the question for you? What happened?" Confusion lingered in his expression as he surveyed the aftermath of their unseen struggle. While he had faced the mini-boss alone, the disarray of his companions suggested an ordeal of its own.
The girls attempted to salvage their appearances from the whims of the battle. Fingers delicately worked through tangled strands, attempting to restore some semblance of order to their hair, which bore the brunt of the skirmish. Vivian, her normally neat locks now disheveled, explained the aftermath, "The shadows, you know? They were fast, and their nails were like razor blades. They got caught in our hair, made it a real mess."
Jane, giving Allen an empathetic look, added, "What about you? What happened to that ghost?"
Allen, still nursing the sting of disappointment, chimed in, "I couldn't even make her my subordinate. That is so annoying as hell."
Alice's frown mirrored the collective sentiment of the group. "Just that?" she questioned, her tone a mixture of incredulity and disappointment.
"Yeah," Allen replied with a resigned shrug. The environment couldn't mask the twinge of letdown in his voice. The girls released synchronized exhales.
"I got another letter tho, maybe it has some redeeming aspect," Allen announced to them.
"Open it," Shea suggested, her curiosity outweighing the lingering frustration.
Allen obliged, navigating through his inventory to retrieve the parchment. As the letter unfolded, he began to read the contents aloud, revealing the continuation of the concubine's love saga.
My Dearest Liang Feng,
Once again, I find myself consumed by the thoughts of you. The forbidden desires that flame in our hearts have ignited a passion that refuses to be extinguished. Tonight, as I sit within the confines of this opulent prison, I pen this letter with a heart brimming with joy.
News of the emperor's demise has reached my ears, and with it, the promise of a fleeting freedom. I yearn to see your face, to feel the warmth of your embrace, and to celebrate our clandestine union. Meet me by the moonlit garden where the fragrant blossoms whisper secrets, and we shall dine together in a celebration of newfound liberation.
I long for the day when the cold palace becomes our refuge, where the constraints of duty and honor are but distant echoes. The guards' watch may be vigilant, but our love shall be our shield, guiding us to an escape swifter than the wind.
Prepare yourself, my love, for I shall attire in the most resplendent garments, adorned with jewels that shall pale in comparison to the sparkle in my eyes when I see you. Until then, hold the flame of our love close to your heart, as I do in mine.
Eternally Yours,
Mei Ling
Allen and the girls exchanged glances, their faces a mix of confusion, sympathy, and curiosity. Bella, still trying to untangle the knots in her hair, voiced the prevailing question, "So, that Liang Feng guy really betrayed her?"
Zoe shook her head, her eyes reflecting a sense of pity. "Poor girl," she murmured, clearly empathizing with Mei Ling's tragic tale.
Jane chimed in with her usual analytical approach, "I guess there is a part 3 to the letter; maybe that will explain why the girl became a ghost and ended up here. This is the emperor's tomb, after all. I'm sure the emperor had something to do with this."
Allen, deep in thought, nodded in agreement. "I agree with Jane. Mei Ling couldn't have ended up here if the emperor didn't intervene somehow."
Shea cut to the chase, "So, what does that mean? Are we going to encounter that ghost again?"
The prospect of facing Mei Ling once more hung in the air, and the group exchanged glances laden with uncertainty. Allen sighed, realizing the depth of the quest's complexity. "It seems like this isn't just a simple rescue mission. There's a deeper story behind Mei Ling's fate, and we need to uncover it if we want to progress."
Suddenly, the faint echo of a melodic bell pierced the air, casting an unexpected serenity in the eerie atmosphere of the emperor's tomb. The group found their attention pivoting toward the source of the enchanting sound.
The wailing lady, once an embodiment of anger and sorrow, walked gracefully at the end of the corridor. Her figure, backlit by the mystical glow of the dungeon, seemed almost ethereal. The transformation was mesmerizing—no longer an angry spirit, but a serene apparition with an otherworldly beauty that contradicted her previous appearance.
The rhythmic jingling of the bell, adorned on her delicate waist, accompanied every step she took. The sound, rather than unsettling, created an oddly tranquil ambiance. It echoed softly, filling the silent tomb with a haunting melody that captivated the attention of Allen and his companions.
They exchanged curious glances, momentarily forgetting the grim circumstances. It was as if the wailing lady had become a different entity altogether, drifting in another direction, seemingly oblivious to their presence.
Bella took a tentative step forward, her gaze fixed on the mesmerizing figure. "What's happening? Why does she look so different now?"
Vivian expressed a sense of wonder, "It's like she's in a different state, a peaceful one."
The wailing lady continued her ethereal journey, the bell's gentle chime leading her down a path known only to her.
Once the ghostly figure vanished, Zoe threw a skeptical glance at Allen.
"So?" she inquired, her eyebrows raised in a teasing manner.
Allen let out a sigh, his lips curving into a wry smirk. "Well, just like dumb protagonists in a horror movie, I guess we're following the ghost," he said, a hint of sarcasm lacing his words.
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