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Chapter 769: Forbidden Mountain Vision

Chen Yile suddenly opened his eyes, and what he saw was a gray wasteland.

The rotten grass swayed in the wind, making a rustling sound, and the air was filled with a disgusting stench.

He tried to recall how he got here, but his memory was like being shrouded in thick fog, and many details of the previous illusion had quickly faded.

"Run!"

A man's low command suddenly sounded, and before Chen Yile could turn around, a cold hand grabbed his wrist.

In the faint moonlight, he could clearly see the unfamiliar face. A faint purple light flickered in the deep eye sockets, and his face was full of coldness and determination.

Chen Yile remembered that this person was the man who had previously claimed to be the messenger of the King of Hell.

A deafening roar came from behind him, and Chen Yile felt like his heart was about to jump out of his chest.

He looked back and saw three giant monsters, each three meters tall, approaching them at an alarming speed.

They were as black as ink, with faintly visible throbbing blue blood vessels under their skin, and a pair of blood-red eyes staring at him intently.

"Run, don't stop!"

The King of Hell's messenger pulled Chen Yile forward and explained, "You used the map of the underworld to forcibly resurrect the dead souls, disrupting the balance of the underworld. The demonic spirits have smelled your presence and will continue to hunt you down."

Chen Yile's mind was blank. He could feel the chill coming from the palm of the messenger of Hades, but it made him a little more sober despite the extreme fear.

The dead branches and rotten leaves under my feet made a crackling sound, and the smell of decay hit me in the face.

At this moment, the messenger of Hades suddenly released his hand and pointed to a ruined high wall in the distance.

"Go over there!"

Chen Yile saw a hole about one meter high at the base of the wall, from which a strange purple light shone.

"This is the entrance to the next illusion!" The voice of the King of Hell's messenger carried an unquestionable command: "Go in quickly! I'll stop them here!"

Chen Yile entered the cave without hesitation. Behind him came the sounds of fierce fighting and the heartbreaking screams of the demon soul.

He didn't dare look back. The space inside the cave was much more spacious than he had imagined, and the humid air hit his face.

By the faint phosphorescent light, he saw that the walls of the cave were covered with strange runes, emitting a faint glow in the darkness.

He reached out and touched the runes, and in an instant, he entered the next illusion.

The sky is full of white snow...

Chen Yile stood at the door of the inn, looking at the heavy snow falling outside the window, and couldn't help shivering.

His breath left a white mist on the glass, and his fingers wrote the four words "Snow Mountain Adventure" on it, which were quickly blown away by the cold wind.

I heard footsteps behind me, and a girl with a ponytail walked over. It was Xiaoyu, the hiker I just met today.

She was wearing a red down jacket, which made her stand out.

"Brother Chen, what are you still thinking about? It will be dark soon if we don't leave now."

Chen Yile turned around and saw that the other three people had packed their equipment and were ready to set off.

Team leader Zhang Qiang was studying the route with a map, a boy wearing glasses named Wang Hao was stuffing dry food into his backpack, and a tall and strong man named Li Ming was checking his trekking poles.

"Is everyone ready?" Zhang Qiang clapped his hands. "According to the original plan, we will ascend the mountain from the west slope. We expect to reach the campsite by noon tomorrow."

Just then, the proprietress came out with hot tea.

Her expression was somewhat serious. "Young men, do you really want to go deep into the snowy mountains?"

Chen Yile was stunned for a moment, "What's wrong, Madam Boss?"

The proprietress looked at the heavy snow outside and said in a low voice, "Twenty years ago, a scientific expedition team also disappeared here. They said they were going to explore an ice cave deep in the snow-capped mountains, but they never returned..."

Before he could finish his words, a cold wind suddenly blew open the curtain of the inn.

Everyone felt a chill, as if a gloomy breath was blowing towards them.

Chen Yile shuddered subconsciously, and he noticed that the proprietress's face turned pale in an instant.

"Don't listen to her nonsense!"

Zhang Qiang put down the map with an impatient expression.

"Everyone, get ready to go. If we don't get down the mountain now, it will be dark and difficult to walk."

Just as everyone turned to leave, an old man with a hunched back blocked the door.

He was leaning on a wooden stick, wrapped in a thick cotton jacket, and his face was full of wrinkles.

"Wait!" The ranger knocked on the ground with a wooden stick. "There's been some unrest on the mountain lately..."

"Again!" Zhang Qiang interrupted him impatiently, "Uncle Zhang, are you saying there's something in the mountains that can mimic human speech?"

"I'm telling the truth!" the ranger raised his voice. "A few days ago, I was patrolling the mountain when I heard someone calling my name. I followed the voice and looked over, but there was no one there..."

Before he could finish his words, a biting cold wind suddenly blew through the yard.

Chen Yile felt a chill on the back of his neck, as if something had brushed past him.

He subconsciously turned around, but saw nothing.

"Don't listen to him!" Zhang Qiang pushed the ranger away, "We should leave!"

The five people headed up the mountain in the wind and snow. At first, everyone was still talking and laughing, but as the altitude got higher, the air became thinner.

Chen Yile could feel that breathing was becoming increasingly difficult, and every step he took required a tremendous amount of energy.

Suddenly, clouds gathered rapidly in the sky, and the originally bright sky suddenly became dark.

A muffled thunder-like sound was heard in the distance, followed by an overwhelming snowstorm.

"Oh no!" Zhang Qiang stopped and said, "The snowstorm is coming earlier than expected! We need to find a place to take shelter!"

At this moment, Chen Yile found that his compass began to spin wildly.

He took out the map to check his location and found that he had no idea about the surrounding terrain.

"We're lost!" Li Ming shouted, "The terrain here is completely different from the map!"

"Everyone calm down!" Zhang Qiang tried to organize everyone. "Let's go downhill. We will definitely find a way out..."

Before he finished speaking, Xiaoyu suddenly pointed ahead and exclaimed, "Look over there!"

Looking in the direction of her finger, there was a long drag mark on the snowy ground.

Chen Yile's heart skipped a beat. There was an obvious trail of blood!

Chen Yile's heart was beating fast. He subconsciously touched the flashlight in his backpack, but found that he had forgotten to bring it.

In the wind and snow, Xiaoyu's voice was particularly clear: "Um, there's blood on the pickaxe."

Zhang Qiang walked to the bloodstain, squatted down, and carefully observed the traces on the ground.

"This is..." His voice suddenly paused, as if he had discovered something.

On the distant snow, a dark red bloodstain stretched into the distance.

Chen Yile felt his stomach cramping. He forced himself not to vomit, but a sour feeling still rose in his throat.

"This is impossible..." Zhang Qiang stood up, his face pale. "There is no sign of animal activity here at all."

At this moment, a biting cold wind suddenly blew from behind.