As Night Mouse's panicked voice echoed, a sudden burst of music reverberated around them.
The music was grand, solemn, and slow, filled with a religious aura, accompanied by faint whispers, which felt like spiritual pollution.
Fang Zhou's expression changed slightly; he hurriedly summoned the Xuanyuan Sword and Bi An, watching the surroundings vigilantly.
Phantom figures emerged from the darkness, numerous in number, surrounding Fang Zhou and Night Mouse from all directions.
These figures gradually solidified, revealing features and attire—each one a bald bishop clad in red and black robes and cloaks.
Their skin was as black and dried as a mummy crawling out from a grave, with eyes glowing in a sinister red light.
"Ah!"
Seeing the bald figures emerging from the darkness, Night Mouse's emotions seemed to collapse.
Terrified, he let out a sharp scream and jumped onto the base of a massive pillar, wrapping himself completely in the Clothes of the Dead, trembling.
