"Alright, just watch me."

Fatty took out a small can of kerosene from his bag, poured it evenly over the headless corpse, and then lit it.

The flames leaped up from the headless corpse's clothing, seemingly because the clothes contained some kind of dye. The flames burning on the corpse switched back and forth between green, blue, yellow, and red.

Fatty, seeing this, retreated in fright.

That wasn't all. During the switching of the four colors, the corpse burning at the base of the flames even made crackling noises, a bit like the sound of dry firewood burning.

At the same time, in the blind spot above the palace, I heard something like a woman's wailing, the sound faint and indistinct.

I thought it was my hallucination, but judging from Fatty and Rou Yi's expressions, they must have heard the strange sound too. This bizarre sound came out of nowhere, and for a moment we couldn't figure out what was making it.

The headless corpse burned quickly, the process like melting wax when a candle burns. Soon, it turned into a sticky, asphalt-like blob.

But what was strange was that during the corpse's burning, we didn't smell the stench usually produced by burning corpses. Instead, we smelled a faint, plant-like fragrance in the smoke.

Fatty was very sensitive to this strange scent. Afraid it was poisonous, he covered his mouth and nose and held his breath for a long time. Only after seeing that I was okay did he dare to breathe deeply again.

Normally, the smell of a burning corpse should be very foul and unpleasant, but here, a fragrant aroma filled the air. This was already very abnormal.

Even more abnormal was that a corpse, if burned completely, turns to ashes; if burned incompletely, it turns into a charred corpse. Now, the corpse had burned into a blob of "asphalt." I couldn't understand the reason.

Fatty found the "asphalt" a bit disgusting, so he used his hunting knife to pick it up and throw it onto the stone platform. The moment the "asphalt" touched the stone platform, it sank into it.

The corpse had already burned away, but the wailing sound circling above us continued.

The sound was exceptionally shrill, and it made our hair stand on end.

"I can't stay in this place for another minute. Let's move on quickly." Fatty looked in the direction of the sound, seemingly trying to determine the true face of whatever was making the ear-piercing wail, but judging from his expression, he must have come up empty.

"Where can we go now? We're surrounded by mangroves here. There's nowhere to go..." I truthfully stated the predicament we were facing. Our current situation was worrying, a dilemma.

However, Fatty didn't think so: "Young Master, there are mechanisms under those three statues! Let's look for them again. Maybe we can find the key and solve our current predicament. Suppose the meteorite is right above our heads now. If I find that mechanism, the meteorite might just fall from the sky, drop right in front of us, and our mission might be completed directly..."

"Alright, stop being so glib. Go find your mechanism. Let's get out of this ghostly place first." I rolled my eyes at Fatty. What Fatty said made sense. Looking for a mechanism was indeed a good way to escape, but mechanisms were like opening a blind box. Before you open it, no one knows if there's treasure or a poisonous snake inside.

Fatty was a man of action. As soon as he finished speaking, he stuck his butt out and started groping around the base of the statues. Rou Yi and Jennifer also followed Fatty's example and actively looked for the so-called mechanisms.

I wanted to go with the three of them, but the atmosphere on the scene was a bit strange, and someone had to observe the surrounding environment. So I became the sentinel, carefully observing the surroundings.

Fatty scratched back and forth at the bases of the three statues, and Rou Yi and Jennifer followed Fatty's example, looking for the so-called mechanisms on the bases.

After a while, Fatty suddenly exclaimed, "I found a mechanism!"

As expected of Fatty.

With a "click" sound, there was suddenly movement above the palace.

Several mangrove branches extended down first, lifting the turquoise stone platform away.

During this time, the eerie wailing sound didn't stop.

After the stone platform was lifted away, the wailing sound got closer and closer to us.

It was as if the load was fixed on either side of a fixed pulley. If one side is pulled up, the other side will fall down.

After all this tossing and turning, the stone platform and the two stone coffins went up, and the thing we feared the most, the howling ghost, came down. Fatty's discovery of this mechanism was equivalent to drawing the worst possible lot. Our problem hadn't been solved, but a new trouble had emerged.

Presumably, Fatty also realized that something was wrong. Hearing the wailing sound getting closer and closer, his face turned white with fright, and he began frantically searching for other mechanisms.

As the wailing sound approached, I became more and more nervous. It seemed that the source of the sound approaching us was an evil thing, and I felt that the situation was not good.