In the museum's underground restoration room, the mural of Emperor Zhenwu cracked.
Black fingers slowly stretched out from the cracks in the wall, invisible murmurs spread outward, and the contaminated people became deformed and crazy.
Shen Yan is the last descendant of the wall.
There are no cultural relics built in the wall, but this wall is built to seal off the ancient ghosts. Three months ago, Master walked into the mural and never came out, leaving only a warning: If you meet me in the depths, kill me. That's not me.
The whispers of the old gods penetrated the world, and deformed boxers and monsters with golden eyes appeared one after another. Others can only collapse and sink in mental pollution. Only Shen Yan learned the true martial arts in the wall, used his mortal body to quell the ancient evil spirits, and stepped into the layers of mural ruins to find out the truth about his master's disappearance.
Even though there was indescribable terror behind the wall, Shen Yan said softly: I won't kill you. I'll take you away.
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