"You can’t blame me for that. At least I followed the rules and then moved on to action. Step back!" Second Uncle said. Zhou Qing immediately retreated. A determined look flashed in Second Uncle’s eyes. His hands quickly made sealing gestures, and spiritual power surged around him. With a loud shout, he thrust his palms forward, and a pillar of spiritual power imbued with immense force shot straight towards Red Tower Mountain. In an instant, the light around the tower body intensified, and a layer of three-color restriction, like an indestructible barrier, suddenly appeared. The collision erupted with a deafening roar, and the powerful impact caused the surrounding mist to churn violently. Upon seeing that it was the three-color restriction, Second Uncle’s expression became instantly grave. Following that, cracks began to spread across the tower body within the restriction, quickly expanding like a spider web. However, it wasn’t over yet. With the tower’s vibration, a group of phantasms emerged from various corners of Red Tower Mountain, their pairs of eerie green eyes scanning the outside while emitting terrifying howls. Next, a dense swarm of wandering souls also keenly sensed the disturbance, swarming from all directions. Seeing this situation, Second Uncle immediately stopped the attack. Although these sinister beings weren’t particularly fearsome, using brute force could potentially destroy the precious items inside the tower. Moreover, considering Zhou Qing’s earlier observations along with his own speculation, this place might indeed harbor a strong cultivator of the Spirit Severing Realm. If too much slaughter or disturbance were to be caused, it might attract the other party, leading to more trouble than it’s worth. "Why is it a three-color restriction?" Second Uncle scratched his head irritably. Luckily, with the invisibility talisman, neither the phantasms nor the wandering souls could immediately lock onto the two of them. Suddenly, Zhou Qing looked at his right hand, his face turning pale, and he urgently shouted, "Second Uncle, my hand." At this moment, Zhou Qing was horrified to find that his hand could no longer remain invisible, abruptly manifesting and standing out starkly in the mist-filled environment. Hearing Zhou Qing’s shout, Second Uncle immediately looked at himself, only to realize his buttocks were also exposed. "Does this talisman have a time limit?" Zhou Qing quickly asked after reacting. Second Uncle replied helplessly, "Of course, talisman papers are consumables; there’s no such thing as permanence." "But it shouldn’t be this quick, right?" Zhou Qing said speechlessly. Second Uncle explained, "This invisibility talisman is special; it hides not only your physical body but also your soul, qi, blood, and everything, so it consumes more energy." "Do you have any other talismans?" Zhou Qing asked urgently. Second Uncle shook his head, saying, "This thing is rare, and we only have the two. Fine, let’s hurry and check other places while the talisman is still effective and get out quickly." Having said that, Second Uncle reluctantly abandoned Red Tower Mountain and randomly chose a direction to leave. Watching his own hand, Zhou Qing hurried to follow. The dense fog rolled like a thick curtain, silently swirling as the two moved forward. However, in such a hazy and eerie atmosphere, a hand and a pair of buttocks stood out conspicuously, gently swaying. Some wandering souls passed by, seemingly unable to comprehend the bizarre sight. As they approached, before they could even sniff, the hands erupted with the power of thunder, wiping them out instantly. Soon, several more wandering souls arrived, but they seemed unable to see the right hand and directly lunged at the buttocks with bared fangs and claws. The pair of buttocks immediately started running, and Zhou Qing cursed as he rushed to give chase. Not long after, an abandoned courtyard appeared in front of the two. Withered vines crawled over the broken walls surrounding the courtyard, exuding an air of desolation. Second Uncle cautiously approached the half-open wooden door, placing his hand lightly on it. After hesitating for a moment, he gently pushed. Accompanied by an ear-grating creak, the door slowly opened, and he peered inside warily. Zhou Qing climbed over from the side of a collapsed wall. "There’s a perfectly good front door. Not using it is disrespectful!" Second Uncle said, turning his head. Seeing that one of Second Uncle’s legs was already exposed, Zhou Qing explained, "I fear there might be traps." Second Uncle said with a wry look, "Look at you being so timid. Do you think I, your elder, am so weak?" Soon, the two noticed an ancient well standing quietly in the middle of the courtyard, its moss-covered stones glowing with faint, ghostly runes. "Second Uncle, this place gives me the creeps. Let’s get out of here!" Zhou Qing suggested. Usually, ancient wells harbor some malevolent presence. His intuition told him that it was not a place to linger. Indeed, right after Zhou Qing spoke, the runes on the well’s edge trembled as if something inside was trying to break free. A rush of decayed air mixed with a damp odor followed. Second Uncle frowned as he looked, seeing masses of black hair writhing and twisting at the bottom of the well. "Disgusting, blech!" Second Uncle showed a look of revulsion and spat fiercely. But suddenly, his expression changed drastically. He grabbed Zhou Qing, spiritual power surging, and the two of them flashed out of the courtyard like a bolt of lightning. The next moment, Zhou Qing watched in horror as the seemingly dilapidated courtyard in front of them began to twist and deform, with the surrounding scenery rippling like water. Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡•𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢•𝕟𝕖𝕥