The Labyrinth of the Monsters

In the next half hour, Gao Yang exhausted all he had learned in his life, embellishing and dramatizing the story of the Ancient Village, occasionally performing awkward vocal imitations of the strange sounds on-site.

The story was full of twists and turns, eerie and bizarre, revealing both the distortion of human nature and the degeneration of morality...

As for Xia Li, perhaps her threshold was too low, or maybe she had an exceptional imagination. She clutched the pillow to her chest, her face pale, trembling occasionally, and screaming repeatedly.

One could say she was both timid and addicted.

Finally, the climax arrived.

Gao Yang spoke of the five young adventurers who discovered they corresponded exactly to a family of five that was wiped out by Wang's Village years ago, matching in number, gender, and age.

"Ahhhh!"

Xia Li screamed again, almost bursting Gao Yang's eardrums.

Gao Yang continued, and soon the truth was revealed: they were merely beasts imprisoned by Pale Dao.

Upon hearing they were beasts, Xia Li was instantly unafraid. She tossed aside the pillow, her expression indifferent: "Alright, no need to continue, I can guess the rest."

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Gao Yang was taken aback: What? There's still an intense battle coming up, and I'm just getting into it. Why stop listening?

Xia Li got off the bed, putting on her high heels as she spoke: "I just remembered, this ghost story setting seems familiar. Isn't it the Talisman Hole you organized an exploration of before?"