"Not difficult."

Jiang Feng said calmly.

He just fell for Wei Yongbo's trick by accident.

But to break this ghostly ghost wall, he had many ways.

Firstly, there is a folk legend that if you encounter a ghost wall, you just need to stay where you are, and wait until daylight, and it will be okay.

But in such a dark environment where light cannot penetrate, that method might not work.

Secondly, with the "Devouring Sky Demon Technique," Jiang Feng can also break through all illusions, smashing ten thousand tactics in one go!

However, he remembers that Feng Shui Master once taught him a more convenient method that saves effort.

"If you want to walk out of the ghost wall, there's a very effective method—just close your eyes, walk backward, silently count ninety-nine steps in your heart, and you will definitely walk out."

Jiang Feng said to Mu Yanluo.

"Really?" Mu Yanluo was stunned.

She had never heard of such a method of breaking the spell!

"Yes. 'Nine' is a very destructive number in Chinese culture. The ancients emphasized the cycle of nine returns to truth, nothing is eternal unless it breaks, and this trick used in feng shui is equally suitable. By leveraging the number 'nine' to ward off evil, some feng shui can be broken."

"Uh..."

Mu Yanluo was somewhat skeptical.

But since Jiang Feng said so, she could only try.

At that moment, Mu Yanluo closed her eyes, turned around, and began to walk backward, silently counting in her mind, "One," "Two," "Three"...

"Eleven," "Twelve," "Thirteen"...

"Thirty-one," "Thirty-two," "Thirty-three"...

Finally—

"Ninety-six," "Ninety-seven," "Ninety-eight," "Ninety-nine"!

Suddenly!

When Mu Yanluo counted to ninety-nine, she abruptly opened her beautiful eyes!

And then, a miracle really happened!

She found herself no longer in the pitch-black ghost wall cave, but in a brightly lit corridor, with long-burning lamps hanging around.

Jiang Feng stood opposite her, smiling softly and waving.

Mu Yanluo was very surprised that such an easy and effective method could break the ghost wall that could trap people!

At that moment, she admired Jiang Feng's vast knowledge even more!

Just as she was about to take a breath, she suddenly noticed that on both sides of the stone wall, a series of paintings were hanging.

The contents of these paintings were extremely eerie, bloody, and brutal!

As Mu Yanluo walked along, she saw paintings of people nailed to the ground, with little ghosts prying open their mouths, clamping their tongues with iron pliers and pulling them out!

Not all at once, but pulling and stretching slowly...

There were also people with their backs pierced, hanging securely on an iron tree!

Worse yet, there were people being stripped naked by human-like ghosts, hugging a tall and thick copper post!

Then the little ghosts burned charcoal inside the post, fanning the fire continuously to make the copper post red-hot, roasting the screaming people...

If ordinary people saw these paintings, they would be scared out of their wits and might even faint on the spot!

Because the expressions of those being tortured in the paintings were extremely terrifying, ferocious, and desperate...everything seemed too real, as if witnessing sinners being tortured firsthand!

"Jiang Feng, what...are these?" Mu Yanluo asked, horrified, after watching those paintings.

"Eighteen Layers of Hell." Jiang Feng had naturally seen those paintings long ago and replied calmly.

"Eighteen Layers...of Hell?" Mu Yanluo was stunned.

"Look closely, there are nine paintings on each side, a total of eighteen, which coincides with the legend of the Eighteen Layers of Hell; it should be artificially created hell paintings." Jiang Feng explained.

Mu Yanluo was so shocked she opened her mouth slightly: "Why are these paintings...here?"

"You'd have to ask Wei Yongbo about that."

Jiang Feng sneered: "I suppose if he's conjured tricks like the Eighteen Layers of Hell, we must be very close to the Wei Family ancestral tomb—just past that door ahead, it should be there!"

Following Jiang Feng's gesture, Mu Yanluo looked ahead and indeed saw an old, mottled, wooden door.

The wooden door was tightly closed, but a deep, eerie aura seeped from within, chilling to the bone.

"Let's go, we've finally arrived."

Jiang Feng was about to lead Mu Yanluo forward.

At that moment, for some reason, they might have triggered another mechanism, and the paintings on both sides of the corridor began to move strangely!

Accurately speaking, it was the eighteen paintings depicting various horrors, where the tortured people and the little ghost Xiaoluo enforcers all seemed to come alive in an instant!

Not only did they move, but they also unleashed demonic screams and roars!

They began to struggle and squirm, as if trying to crawl out of the paintings!

In the next moment, those horrifying images, the tortured people, and the little ghost Xiaoluos indeed broke free from the bonds of the paintings, roaring and crawling out!

Each had a fiendish face, with blood and flesh muddled, moving in a crowd, roaring toward Jiang Feng and Mu Yanluo.

Instantaneously, the whole corridor was filled with boundless malevolence, the temperature plummeted, freezing to the extreme!

"Jiang Feng!!!!"

Mu Yanluo shrieked in fear, face pale, instinctively burrowing into Jiang Feng's embrace!

Jiang Feng also paused, frowning deeply.

The sudden appearance of these things was far from enough to scare him.

However, even he couldn't figure out what was happening this time?

Nevertheless, although he didn't know what kind of ghostly trick this was, it was certainly another of Wei Yongbo's ploys!

At that point, Jiang Feng sneered, and immediately imitated, gathered some saliva in his mouth, and "pah" spat it toward the gruesome scene surging in front!

In the blink of an eye, that saliva exploded like a bomb!

Blasting all the ferocious beings that came to life into a miserable state, shattered and gone without a trace!

The corridor returned to silence.

Looking again at the paintings on both sides of the corridor, they remained quietly hanging there, but the condemned figures in them didn't seem as terrifying as before.

As if, they never came to life, nor did they assault Jiang Feng and Mu Yanluo.

Everything seemed as if nothing had happened!

"Jiang Feng, this...this...?"

Mu Yanluo, still recovering from shock, watched as Jiang Feng once again effortlessly resolved the crisis, and felt that her reactions could barely keep up.

"Just a little trick, maybe it's the so-called Ghost Covering Eyes?"

Jiang Feng disdainfully said: "Wei Yongbo has nothing but these deceiving tactics, let's keep going!"

Listening to Jiang Feng's dismissive words, Mu Yanluo felt speechless.

Little trick?

If it weren't for him here tonight, anyone else would have been overwhelmed and frightened to death by Wei Yongbo's relentless schemes!

However, now with the last mechanism also disabled, presumably, Wei Yongbo should have run out of tricks, so the two strode forward, stepping directly into the space behind the wooden door!