Chapter 570 Mei Ling

Chapter 570 Mei Ling

?Villain Ch 570. Mei Ling

"Me too," Alice muttered, her voice echoing in the quiet chamber. The chamber held an eerie stillness, and Alice's anxiety seemed to infect the entire space. She glanced around, her eyes wide with a mix of anticipation and apprehension.

An air of uncertainty settled over the group, each member feeling the weight of the impending moment. Shea, Zoe, Vivian, and Jane couldn't shake off the ominous feeling. To them, this place seemed like the setting for a climactic confrontation, much like the last boss room in a game. They shifted her weight nervously, eyes darting between the shadows as if they expected another ambush.

Allen, however, seemed resolute. "Prepare for whatever will happen," he declared, his tone steady, betraying neither fear nor excitement. He advanced toward the imposing stone coffin, taking cautious steps as if mindful of the gravity of the situation.

As Allen approached the tomb, the carvings on its surface became more apparent. Intricate details unfolded, revealing the weird patterns of mantra etched into the cold stone.

Out of a sudden, the melodic hum echoed through the chamber, a haunting melody that made their hearts beat fast.?Allen, caught in the ethereal tune, halted in his tracks. The tension in the air was palpable, shared by the entire group. Together, they were drawn into the spectral melody, and the?world around them once again shifted.

As if the fabric of time itself were unraveling, the surroundings morphed into another holographic scene, unfolding like a tragic tableau before them. The chamber transformed, and the entrance revealed a group of figures emerging from the shadows. Mei Ling, in a semi-conscious state, was at the center of the somber procession.

It mirrored the scene from the past—the guards, stern and resolute, flanked Mei Ling as they led her to the stone coffin. She appeared fragile and vulnerable, an unwilling participant in the tragic events that had unfolded.

The girls, too, were transfixed by the display, they were frozen in a mixture of fascination and sadness. The flickering light of the ghostly cast an otherworldly glow, illuminating the solemn procession and etching the tragedy deeper into the tapestry.

Frustration emanated through the group as they found themselves divided by the invisible barrier. Vivian, her patience wearing thin, expressed their collective sentiment, "This is seriously annoying." Their hands collided with the unseen obstacle, a futile attempt to breach the divide that separated them from Allen.

Zoe suggested a more assertive approach. "Maybe we can break it," she mused, her tentacles rising in anticipation. With a swift motion, she unleashed her tentacles upon the barrier, attempting to slash through the mystical obstruction. However, their efforts proved fruitless, as a persistent red announcement box appeared, denying them entry.

[Barriers cannot be broken. Please proceed with the quest.]

Zoe panted. "What event?" she asked herself in frustration, turning her gaze to Allen.

Amid the silence that enveloped the eerie chamber, Allen stood in solitude, his gaze fixed on the shifting lid of the ancient coffin. The rhythmic hum of a melodic tune emanated from within, a haunting melody that seemed to defy the stillness of the tomb. He couldn't hear the girls' voices or anything due to the barrier.

With a cracking sound, the coffin's lid gradually slid aside, a delicate hand emerged, its fingers gripping the edge of the coffin. The pale, ethereal glow of Mei Ling's hand contrasted with the darkness that surrounded her tomb. Her movements were deliberate, as if she were awakening from an ageless slumber.

Allen's eyes widened in a mix of fascination and trepidation, locked onto the surreal scene unfolding before him. The hum grew more pronounced as Mei Ling slowly rose from her resting place. Her figure, adorned in ghostly radiance, materialized—a spectral form wrapped in the remnants of royal splendor.

He stood a few meters away, eyeing Mei Ling cautiously. His fingers twitched, read to take out his sword or cast his skills.

Mei Ling outstretched her arms. It seemed like a cryptic invitation to something more ominous. A faint smile played on her lips, and her eyes gleamed with an otherworldly charm. The normalcy of her presence contradicted the eerie circumstances, leaving Allen on edge.

"Come to me, my love. Hug me like we usually do every time we meet," she urged, her voice a haunting melody in the silent chamber. Her words, spoken with an eerie sweetness, reached him as an unsettling echo. The invitation to embrace her, laden with memories of shared moments between her and her lover, hung in the air like a spectral allure.

Despite the seemingly affectionate request, Allen sensed an underlying wrongness in the situation. The familiarity of her words clashed with the reality around them, creating an atmosphere of disquiet. Hesitation lingered in the air as Allen grappled with the conflicting emotions of caution and the residual affection tied to the memories of Lian Feng and Mei Ling. He knew what he said after this, would affect the quest.