Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

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.

Allen, though immersed in the scene, maintained a stoic demeanor. His gaze followed the unfolding events, absorbing the gravity of the event. The sound of the melodic hum seemed to intertwine with the holographic reenactment, creating a poignant fusion of sight and sound in the otherwise silent chamber.

The procession continued. Coldly, the soldiers bore Mei Ling to her final resting place. All of them had blurred faces. The chamber became a canvas for a tragic masterpiece—a palanquin adorned with intricate carvings and vibrant silk, carried by soldiers dressed in solemn regalia. Mei Ling, the centerpiece of this sorrowful display, was clothed in luxurious attire befitting her station. Her ensemble dripped with opulence—elaborate jewelry adorned her hair, and golden accents shimmered against the silk fabric.

Soldiers, maintaining the disciplined march of a funeral procession, surrounded the palanquin with an air of somber duty. Priests followed closely, chanting melancholic mantras that reverberated through the chamber, amplifying the sense of impending tragedy. The atmosphere was thick with sorrow, a palpable weight that hung in the air.

Mei Ling, confined within the palanquin, appeared both regal and frustrated. The opulent facade of her attire couldn’t mask the fear in her eyes. Tears glistened, revealing the silent agony beneath the carefully crafted facade of elegance. Despite the richness of her surroundings, Mei Ling seemed imprisoned in a gilded cage, unable to move or escape the inexorable march toward her fate.

The soldiers’ ghostly form passed Allen and the girls to the coffin. They looked stoic and detached, carrying Mei Ling’s weak body toward the open coffin. The opulence that once adorned her in the procession now served as a stark contrast to the grim reality that awaited her.

Mei Ling’s face displayed a desperate plea, her eyes reflecting a profound frustration as they locked onto Allen and the others. But the soldiers remained resolute, their movements mechanical and indifferent to her silent anguish. The priests continued their ceaseless mantras, as if attempting to provide solace in the face of impending doom.

Once Mei Ling’s body was placed beside the emperor’s, a sense of dread permeated the chamber. The priests’ chants became a haunting backdrop to the chilling tableau unfolding before them. The soldiers, their duty executed with brutal efficiency, closed the coffin lid with an audible thud. The plea and frustration etched on Mei Ling’s face were replaced by terror as the realization of her fate dawned upon her.

It was a gruesome revelation for Allen and the girls—they were witnessing Mei Ling being buried alive. The air in the chamber grew heavy with the weight of the tragedy that had transpired within those holographic walls. The priests, undeterred, continued their mantras, seemingly oblivious to the horrifying reality that unfolded.

Once the coffin sealed Mei Ling within its confines, an unnatural scream echoed through the chamber. It defied logic, for Mei Ling, entombed and breathless, shouldn’t have been able to produce such sounds. Yet, the gut-wrenching wails persisted, defying the laws of the afterlife.

Allen and his companions could feel the heavy feeling that pressed their bodies due to the scream. The soldiers and priests, unaffected, strode out of the chamber with cold indifference, leaving Mei Ling’s agonized cries trapped within the confines of her tomb. The chilling scene lingered, etching the horrors of Mei Ling’s fate into the emperor’s tomb.

As the harrowing holographic scene of Mei Ling’s tragic burial faded, Allen and the girls found themselves abruptly transported back to the present within the emperor’s tomb. The weight of the past lingered in the air, casting a somber mood over the group. And they also could feel that the atmosphere wasn’t back to normal. Jane, Zoe, and Larissa, their faces etched with concern, hurriedly approached Allen. The memory of the previous encounter with the wailing lady lingered, and they were determined to prevent him from facing the same fate.

However, the ominous turn of events unfolded too swiftly. Before they could offer a word of caution or support, the trio collided with an invisible barrier, a transparent wall that seemed to materialize out of thin air. The unexpected force field halted their advance, leaving them pressed against an unseen barrier. The sudden impact startled the others, prompting Shea, Vivian, and Alice to converge around the perplexing barrier.

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.

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