F-class thief? Sorry, I can steal anything.

Chapter 191 The Eerie Song, The Black Heart

The singing had a chilling quality that sent shivers down your spine.

It has no fixed melody, yet it's like an invisible file, scraping at people's nerves again and again.

"Holy crap... what the hell is singing?"

Wang Fugui's face instantly lost all color.

He instinctively held the heavy shield in front of him, looking around nervously as if something might pounce out of the darkness at any moment.

His reaction is the most instinctive reaction of an ordinary person when faced with the fear of the unknown.

Lin Xiaoyu's reaction, however, was even more intense.

Her already pale face turned deathly white in an instant, and a look of pain appeared in her cold eyes as she covered her ears.

But that singing was not something you could hear with your ears.

"It's no use..." She shook her head, her voice trembling slightly. "It...is in my head..."

The Bloodthirsty Poison Vine beside her seemed to sense some great threat, and it uneasily contracted. Those barbs that had just been so arrogant now stood up like frightened hedgehogs.

Chen Yifan's expression was equally solemn.

The moment the song began, he felt a cold, highly seductive spiritual force, like countless invisible tentacles, trying to burrow into his mind.

That power bypassed his senses and went straight to his soul.

It whispered deep within his consciousness.

Using his most familiar and intimate tone, he depicted the scenes he longed for most.

Chen Xue, the younger sister, regained her sight and happily threw herself into his arms.

Mother Wang Shufen no longer needed to work day and night and moved into a spacious and bright house.

He now possessed the power to protect everything, and no longer had to live like a rat in a sewer, constantly on guard.

if only……

As long as you accept its "gift".

if only……

Find it, embrace it...

If it were anyone with a slightly weaker will, they would probably have already been captured by this spiritual pollution and become a complete slave to their desires.

But Chen Yifan is not.

He just sneered inwardly.

Mental pollution?

Illusion and seduction?

A trick to manipulate people's hearts.

With a thought, his immense spiritual power instantly constructed an indestructible barrier.

All the intrusive whispers, crashing against the barrier, instantly turned into meaningless noise.

"Fatty! Xiaoyu! Stay calm!"

Chen Yifan's low shout was like a wake-up call, instantly snapping Wang Fugui and Lin Xiaoyu out of their daze.

He strode to Lin Xiaoyu's side, extended his finger, and pointed it like a sword at her brow.

A gentle yet undeniable spiritual force passed through.

Lin Xiaoyu shuddered, her eyes instantly regaining their clarity. She gasped for breath, her back soaked in cold sweat.

"I...I just..."

"You almost went looking for that thing," Chen Yifan said calmly. "Don't listen, don't think about it. Treat it as noise."

"Brother Fan..." Lin Xiaoyu looked at him, and for the first time, pure fear surfaced in her clear eyes. "It...it's calling me...it says...it's hungry..."

Are you very hungry?

Chen Yifan's pupils suddenly contracted.

This description, even more direct and terrifying than the "promise of eternal life" in the diary, hits the nail on the head.

A monster that satisfies its "hunger" by devouring souls.

"Damn it, this lousy song is driving me crazy!"

Wang Fugui shook his head vigorously, took out two cotton balls from his backpack, and roughly stuffed them into his ears.

"Fanzi, what exactly is this thing?"

"The source of that disaster twenty years ago."

Chen Yifan carefully put away the diary, his gaze sharp as a knife as he looked into the depths of the mine tunnel, his voice icy.

"A living, singing, lying, and very 'hungry'... Black Heart."

Wang Fugui was stunned. He looked at the diary in his hand, then at the darkness deep in the mine tunnel, and his fat face twitched.

"You mean... this thing is the one mentioned in the diary? We still need to go find it?"

"Otherwise what?" Chen Yifan retorted. "Do you think it will let us go if we turn back now?"

Wang Fugui fell silent.

That singing voice is like a persistent infection; no matter where you go, you probably can't get rid of it.

Chen Yifan's eyes gleamed with a rationality bordering on coldness.

Reality and the copy alternate and blend.

This instance has quite a few strange features.

"Walk."

Chen Yifan didn't give the two much time to hesitate.

"Fatty, you lead the way. Keep your stance as immovable as a mountain. Don't be impulsive. Push forward step by step."

"Xiaoyu, you stay in the middle and let the vines spread along the walls and the cave ceiling. Monitor all the shadowy corners, and use [Entangle] to control them as soon as there is any unusual movement."

"I'll be last."

This is the safest and most cautious advancing formation.

"clear!"

Wang Fugui took a deep breath and slammed his shield heavily on the ground, a thick layer of earthy yellow light enveloping his entire body.

Lin Xiaoyu nodded as well. The Bloodthirsty Poison Vine beside her, with its main vine as thick as a water bucket, resembled a giant python, silently snaking along the ground towards the darkness ahead.

The three of them formed a mobile battle fortress, braving the increasingly clear and eerie singing, and walked step by step into the unknown depths of the mine.

The further you go in, the louder the singing gets.

The seductive and malicious intent contained in that voice grew stronger and stronger.

On the wall, the glowing moss gradually changed color from a deep blue to an unsettling, eerie purple.

In addition to the smell of sulfur and decay, there was also a faint, sweet scent similar to sandalwood in the air.

It took about ten minutes to walk.

Wang Fugui, who was ahead, suddenly stopped.

"Fanzi...look ahead."

His voice carried a hint of barely suppressed shock.

Chen Yifan peeked out from behind him.

Just a hundred meters ahead, the once narrow mine tunnel suddenly opened up.

It was an enormous, circular crater, as if it had been created by a meteorite impact.

In the very center of the pit, a scene that would terrify anyone unfolded before their eyes.

A massive, grotesque black heart, over ten meters in diameter and resembling obsidian, is suspended in mid-air.

Its surface is covered with twisted, vein-like purple lines that seem to be alive, slowly pulsating and flowing.

With each pulsation, the entire pit, and even the entire mining area, seemed to tremble slightly.

That intoxicating singing voice emanated from this heart.

Below the heart, on the ground, hundreds of professionals were kneeling in dense rows.

They were like bewitched believers, their faces adored with obsessive and fanatical smiles, raising their hands high and performing a kind of fervent worship toward the heart.

Chen Yifan even recognized one of them.

It was the same young man who had been shouting and yelling on the resurrection platform when they first came in, saying he was going to call for reinforcements to take revenge.

At this moment, the ecstasy on his face had turned into pure, irrational obsession.

"Immortality...immortality..."

"Great Lord... grant me... eternal life..."

The murmured whispers merged into a chilling wave of sound.

Just then.

At the bottom of that black heart, a crack suddenly appeared.

A thick, slimy black tentacle emerged from the crack and swiftly wrapped around the nearest professional who was kneeling on the ground.

"ah--!"

The man let out a piercing scream that was so mournful it was inhuman.

Before everyone's horrified eyes, his body withered and shrank at a visible speed, all his flesh and spiritual energy being greedily devoured by that tentacle!

It took no more than three seconds.

A living person was transformed into a dried-up, mummy-like corpse that had been drained of its life force.

The black tentacles released the dried corpse and retracted contentedly into its heart.

And the purple patterns on the surface of that heart seemed to have brightened even more.

Its pulse also became a little stronger.

It...ate.

Wang Fugui and Lin Xiaoyu were completely dumbfounded.

The hellish scene before them shattered all their illusions about this instance.

however.

What terrifies them even more is...

The professional who had just been drained into a dried-up corpse suddenly turned into a ball of white light and disappeared from the spot.

Two seconds later.

At the edge of the pit, not far from Chen Yifan and the others, a white light shone.

The professional reappeared there unharmed.

He has been resurrected.

He stared blankly at his hands, his face filled with the terror of surviving a near-death experience.

But before he could react...

The song from the Black Heart enveloped him once again.

The fear on his face was quickly replaced by fascination.

Then, like a puppet controlled by invisible threads, he knelt down step by step, once again, before that black heart.

To become... the next sacrifice to be offered.

here……

There's a respawn point?

How is that possible!