Wen Xishu said softly:
"Look, there’s a number in the corner of the mural, in the upper right corner."
No one had noticed the large mural’s corner before.
The mural depicted a goddess wearing shoes, receiving the worship of the masses, who were bowing down to her charm or the charm of her shoes.
At the end of the crowd, someone was holding a sign, facing the audience—the person viewing the mural.
The sign read the number, 29.
This detail had gone unnoticed by anyone in the entire chapel, which had over a hundred people.
Among the Ling Family Brothers, Ling Chen slapped himself:
"Damn it, how could I miss that! I can’t overlook such information as a number!"
The slap was so hard that even Wen Xishu was surprised at how harshly Ling Chen could treat himself, leaving a red mark on his face.
Ling Fu laughed:
"Brother, don’t be so tense. I don’t blame you, and look, didn’t Lord Wen Xishu notice it? With him here, you don’t need to try so hard."
Wen Xishu had a feeling that the relationship between Ling Fu and Ling Chen seemed not to be just simple brotherhood.
But that wasn’t the point right now.
Fang Tianhen said:
"Boss, what does this 29 mean?"
Wen Xishu shook his head:
"It’s currently unknown. We might need to check the library."
Strangely, there was no danger in the cellar at the moment.
This made Wen Xishu feel incredulous; generally, in the scenes of the Deceit Tower, there should be some unavoidable crisis.
But now, people were reading in the library, chatting in the hall, and some were offering their respect before the mural of the goddess.
In summary, aside from the dim lighting and the eerie candlelight... there seemed to be no danger at all.
Lang Haidu also thought of this and said:
"My experience with the Deceit Tower naturally is not as extensive as yours. But based on past climbing experiences, I find that here... there’s seemingly no danger."
"That mural is indeed beautiful, so mesmerizing... but it doesn’t seem deadly."
"Could it be we haven’t triggered any danger? If we stay still, could we safely weather these seven days?"
"According to what you’ve said, this is tantamount to climbing the Deceit Tower... we just need to endure for seven days without triggering anything?"
Lang Haidu started mumbling to himself:
"But is it really that smooth? And... what would we eat here?"
Very few people could last seven days without food or water.
Wen Xishu knew very well that they had not avoided danger; it’s impossible in the Deceit Tower.
Danger had simply not been discovered yet.
As for food.
Yes, this is also a matter worth worrying about.
Hundreds of people... seven days without food or water is unrealistic.
Though in Wen Xishu’s past life, the internet always mentioned extreme cases where people went without food for ten days or so and without water for many days...
But he knew very well that three to five days without food or water could make a person extremely weak and insanely vicious.
With so many people living here, if they couldn’t find food, and considering the presence of elderly, sick, and pregnant individuals...
Wen Xishu could hardly imagine what kind of Asura Hell this place might turn into.
He seemed to sense some heaviness.
At this moment, a disconcerting sound came from outside.
Bang!
The sound of a jar breaking echoed.
"Hehe, it’s so fun! Mom, let’s kick the jar together!"
A child made a mischievous sound.
At this moment, another elderly person said:
"Lord Wen Xishu told us not to touch anything here. Quickly, make your child stop."
Another woman’s voice replied:
"Oh, what trouble can a child cause? It’s just a broken jar, isn’t it?"
"What danger could there be here?"
The elderly person sighed:
"Ignoring our lord’s words will only bring trouble."
"I think you’re just getting senile. What’s wrong with a child being playful!" The woman’s voice was slightly sharp.
But shortly after... she let out an even sharper cry.
"Ah!"
It was a scream of someone who had lost their mind from extreme fear.
This sound echoed from the hall to the chapel, startling everyone.
The curse of the long night always starts with a scream.
This filled everyone’s hearts with unease.
Then, the woman who had screamed began shouting loudly:
"My child! My child! Someone, please help my child!"
The child’s voice also started to be heard:
"Mom... Save me!"
"Ah!!!!!" The woman screamed again.
"Mom, save me! Save me!"
At this moment, Wen Xishu, Yue Yun, Nissen, Xiaojin, Fang Tianhen, Lang Haidu and others all rushed to the hall.
They saw a mass of black shadow, gathered at the feet of a young boy...
The boy seemed to be trapped in a quagmire, unable to move!
Wen Xishu stared at the quagmire but saw no notes or explanation.
However, not far away, he saw a broken jar.
Wen Xishu had a vague thought.
"Should I go save him?" Nissen looked at Wen Xishu.
Although he loved to break into song at inappropriate times, he was ultimately a kind-hearted person.
But Nissen also knew that in the Deceit Tower, any action should best be taken under Wen Xishu’s guidance. Without Wen Xishu, he would rush in; with Wen Xishu around, he would even report going to the bathroom.
Wen Xishu shook his head:
"Let the woman go by herself."
Wen Xishu’s tone was somewhat cold. Clearly, at this moment, Wen Xishu seemed a bit unfamiliar to Yue Yun, Xiaojin, and Nissen.
Right now, that child was trapped in the black shadow, with his knees already in it. Without immediate rescue, he would soon be swallowed entirely.