185: Chapter 185 Darkness, hurry away!

"What?!"

Hearing this, the group couldn't believe it. They instantly entered combat mode, fully armed.

Zhang Yichen lunged forward, his blade creating multiple afterimages in the air, as if one blade had turned into ten.

He slashed at Little Brother Ghost from various angles.

Little Brother Ghost's body was instantly pierced by sword energy, with blade wounds appearing all over.

However, he still didn't die. His face twisted into a demonic visage, his neck twitched in mid-air, and countless wax mists sprayed from his mouth.

The moment his fingers touched the wax mist, Zhang Yichen's fingertips turned into wax.

Zhang Yichen quickly transformed into a black shadow and dodged backward.

"This wax mist can turn people into wax statues. The cave entrance is completely covered by the mist; we have no exit behind us, what do we do?"

Lu Chengfeng tried to draw his gun and fire, but before the bullets could penetrate the wax mist, they also turned into wax and fell from the air.

"No good, long-range attacks are useless too."

The group had no choice but to sprint toward the unknown end of the cave.

"Hahaha! Hahaha!" The laughter of two people came from within the wax mist behind them.

One belonged to Meng Zhou, the other to Little Brother Ghost.

"Chen Mo, you will definitely be turned into a wax statue; I will slaughter you with my own hands!" Meng Zhou roared.

Although the group had regained their levels and were running at high speed, the speed of the wax mist was also accelerating in real-time.

Chen Mo threw out Threading the Needle, piercing it into the ceiling, and pulled hard, dragging his body into the air.

Then, he sprinted along the ceiling at high speed.

He took the alcohol from the medical kit and held it in his mouth.

Running on the ground, Lu Chengfeng took a lighter from his pocket and threw it into the air.

Chen Mo caught it, took out a fire-cupping stick, turned around, and lit it.

Then, he sprayed the alcohol onto the burning stick, and a pillar of fire instantly erupted, colliding with the wax mist.

"Whoosh, whoosh" sounds of explosions and firelight flashed continuously within the thick mist.

Soon, the group reached the end of the cave; there was no road ahead, only a solid rock wall.

Looking up, they saw water drops falling from a gap in the ceiling covered by purple crystals, "pitter-patter," splashing onto their nose bridges.

That was the only escape route—a crack between the rocks.

Zhang Yichen stood at the very front of the group, stretched out his arms, and said, "I am level 18. I will hold him off in a moment; you all use fire and run out."

Chen Mo jumped down from the air.

"Uncle Zhang, there is no need; I still have a trump card I haven't used."

Zhang Yichen turned his head, his face full of confusion.

Soon, two figures walked out of the thick fog.

Meng Zhou, wearing an oxygen mask, walked out first and stood in front of Chen Mo, with Little Brother Ghost following closely behind.

"Chen Mo, there is nowhere left to run, right? Just obediently get turned into a wax statue."

"Only one person can leave this dungeon alive—no, to be precise, one and a half."

"A person turned into a wax statue can count as 0.1 of a person. Surrender now, and I can still take your and Little Jiang's wax statues out."

"Putting your wax statue in the Paranormal Club's exhibition hall, letting your club members see you every day, and some might even offer incense to you—isn't that great?"

Lu Chengfeng aimed his gun at Meng Zhou's forehead and roared, "Stop joking!"

"Heh, the cave exit behind you has already been completely covered by the wax mist, and this crack above your heads is only big enough for a child to escape through."

"I only need to turn two more people into wax statues, and Little Brother Ghost can become the strongest demon, completing the 108 wax statues!"

Meng Zhou's expression at this moment was both ferocious and excited.

Hearing this, Chen Mo realized that completing 108 wax statues wasn't to summon the Circus leader, but to activate a ritual-like array that would turn Little Brother Ghost into a terrifying entity.

Listening to Meng Zhou's description, everyone felt breathless.

Danger followed danger.

"This is a dead end! We have no way to get out alive!"

"Why don't you turn me into a wax statue and send me to my dad? I don't want to disappear from this world!" Forbidden Young Master suddenly knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face.

Little Fatty was so scared he fainted on the spot.

Su Qing stood behind Chen Mo, gently tugging at the corner of his shirt.

"Chen Mo... wh-what do we do?"

"Hoo..." Chen Mo let out a long breath.

Then he reached out and patted Su Qing's shoulder, revealing a smile.

"Don't worry! I said I would take you all out, and I will definitely take you all out alive. Besides... we are going to get an S-rank!"

Hearing Chen Mo's words, Meng Zhou laughed even harder.

He pointed his knife at Chen Mo and mocked, "Chen Mo, I think you've lost your mind!"

Chen Mo said nothing; he took out "Darkness, Recede Quickly" and displayed it before Meng Zhou's eyes.

"See you tomorrow!"

The moment he pressed the switch on the pocket watch.

Everything before his eyes began to distort, as if falling into an infinite vortex.

The speed became faster and faster, and Chen Mo's body spun 360 degrees in place at high speed.

Outside, the two groups that had just crossed the Chu-Han Border, their blades just colliding, froze.

A giant clock appeared before everyone's eyes, its minute and hour hands spinning rapidly.

Meng Zhou opened his mouth wide and sprinted forward, trying to grab Chen Mo's throat.

"Chen Mo, you bastard!" He roared heart-wrenchingly.

"Get lost." Chen Mo kicked Meng Zhou to the ground.

Time froze, and everyone's figures turned into blue light and disappeared on the spot.

After opening their eyes again, the blue sky and white clouds moved at high speed, and soon they entered the boundless night again.

One day and one night were forcibly skipped by Chen Mo.

The group was standing in the center of the empty town.

Little Brother Ghost was still standing opposite the group, while Meng Zhou was rolling on the ground in a sorry state, clutching his abdomen.

"Is this a rule-type item? This kid has two rule-type items?" Zhang Yichen sighed inwardly.

"Obviously, now only one wax statue is missing, and Little Brother Ghost can complete his transformation."

Chen Mo pointed to the Daddy Ghost statue in the distance.

"So... hurry up and slaughter those two!" Zhang Yichen gripped the long sword in his hand.

Little Brother Ghost transformed into a priest, veins bulging on his forehead, flipping through the bible in his hand.

Then he muttered incantations in his mouth.

Hearing the murmurs from the opponent, Chen Mo knew this was the slogan of the Mother Goddess of Night's believers.

Soon, frantic trampling sounds came from all around.

Looking around, countless wax statues were running toward them from all directions.

"Kill them, kill any one of them! Let me recover my power!" Little Brother Ghost gave the order.

"Don't think you're the only one with helpers!"

Arriving at this open field, the wax mist could no longer affect the group.

Chen Mo threw Alice from his hand and said, "Alice, control Zhu Zhanji and the King, and make them attack these wax statues."

"Lu Chengfeng, Uncle Zhang, let's go! Kill Little Brother Ghost."

"The rest of you hide; not one person can die. If one more dies, we'll be wiped out!"