97 We Meet Again

Jin Jiuchi thought that the path in front of him would be enveloped in pitch-black darkness, though it would pose no problem as he was confident with his excellent eyesight. 

However, as the stone door sealed shut behind him, he was taken aback by the luminous glow from the murals adorning the walls. In stark contrast to the temple hall's murals that depicted legendary tales and triumphant battles, the paintings on both sides of the walls portrayed a chilling spectacle of countless humans undergoing unimaginable tortures – tongue pulling, skinning, boiling…

Their twisted and agonizing features casted an eerie and haunting light in the otherwise dim environment. The longer Jin Jiuchi stared at them, the more he felt like he could hear their despairing screams echoing all around the pathway like a bone-chilling orchestra from Hell.

[Current SAN value: 43]

"Wow…" Jin Jiuchi's eyes shone in astonishment. "This is so cool. Are you the one who painted this?"