As usual, Lin Jin left early. But this time, he didn't leave. Instead, he waited behind the visitor hall's door. Firstly, he wanted to eavesdrop on what the visitors were talking about after he left. Secondly, Lin Jin had a sudden urge to find out more.
After a long while, when all the visitors had left, Lin Jin finally showed himself. He jumped down to the first floor and headed for the first three wooden doors, which were numbered '1', '2', and '3'.
The Qiao family's wooden token was number three.
Appraiser Yang Ming's wooden token was number two.
Lin Jin was now certain that the Demonic Appraisal Association had been snatching away visitor tokens. Lin Jin speculated that they must know the function of these tokens.
Unfortunately, even though Lin Jin was the Visitation Hall's curator, he still couldn't figure out their intentions.
"Perhaps I can open these three doors!" Lin Jin mumbled to himself.
He walked up to door number one and tried to push it but to no avail. The wooden door was thick and heavy as if it carried a tremendous force. However, Lin Jin knew this so he placed his palms on the door and began exerting force.
To Lin Jin's surprise, after using his pet beast's strength, door number one actually opened a small gap. Lin Jin was stunned. He took a closer look and after seeing no reaction from door number one, he made up his mind and continued pushing. Finally, door number one was pushed open.
After door number one was completely pushed open, a gray aura of death lingered in the air. However, it wasn't much and Lin Jin didn't notice anything out of the ordinary so he ignored it.
Beyond the door was a mysterious area. Only a small area could be seen with the naked eye while the rest of the area was shrouded in darkness.
Lin Jin had asked He Qing and the others about this before and learned that this was normal.
Lin Jin didn't notice anything out of the ordinary behind door number one.
After giving it some thought, Lin Jin approached door number three. The Demonic Appraisal Association had already taken away the wooden token so Lin Jin wanted to see what was behind this door. Then, he placed his hand on the door.
A heavy sensation came from his palm.
Just like before, Lin Jin began exerting force.
His current strength was nothing to scoff at. If the first blood contract beast gave Lin Jin two to three times the strength of an average person, then the second blood contract beast, the ghost-blood beast, increased his physical strength by more than ten times.
This was a qualitative leap.
Blood energy rippled around Lin Jin and his body seemed to be dyed in a layer of red light, making him look even more eerie and mysterious with his mask on.
Door number three creaked under Lin Jin's exertion. At this moment, Lin Jin definitely possessed the legendary strength of a dragon elephant.
But even so, the third wooden door did not move at all, as if it had been welded shut.
This situation was different from door number one. Lin Jin's heart skipped a beat. This was clearly a discovery.
Lin Jin continued exerting more strength until he was using his full strength. His body glowed with a crimson light. With this level of strength, Lin Jin could even move a boulder that weighed tens of thousands of kilograms.
Finally, the wooden door number three that had been motionless this time was pushed open a crack.
Even though it was just a tiny crack, it was still a huge breakthrough for Lin Jin. However, before Lin Jin could laugh out loud, the situation took a turn for the worse.
Wisps of gray Death Qi seeped out from behind Door Number Three and spread through the gap of the door. The amount of Death Qi was much more than what had spread through Door Number One.
Lin Jin had learned Internalizing Qi before and the cultivation manual had mentioned the different types of Heaven and Earth energy.
The most terrifying of them all was Death Qi. Not a single bit of it should be absorbed into one's body. Otherwise, one's cultivation would crumble and one's body would fall ill.
Lin Jin immediately held his breath and focused.
Fortunately, Death Qi was rare. But what surprised Lin Jin was that there was Death Qi behind Door Number Three in the living room, and there was quite a lot of it too.
In the next instant, a few gray fingers suddenly reached out from the crack of door number three. They gripped the wooden door tightly as if trying to cooperate with Lin Jin and pull the door open.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that Lin Jin was startled. He instinctively retracted his strength.
The wooden door began to close. Although the gray fingers were reluctant, they had no choice but to obediently retract their grip at lightning speed.
Then, the wooden door closed with a loud bang.
Lin Jin flicked his sleeves, sweeping away the Death Qi that was spreading around him. Beneath his mask, his expression was grim.
"What happened to those dead fingers?" Lin Jin mumbled to himself.
If this had happened anywhere else, Lin Jin wouldn't have been so nervous. But this was the Visitation Hall, his private territory. He had assumed it to be the safest and most secure place, but to think that there would be dangers he wasn't aware of.
This wouldn't do.
It was just like a mouse causing a ruckus at home. No one in his position would be able to tolerate it.
Lin Jin took a few steps back. Although he could tell that the wooden door could stop whatever was inside, he was still frightened by what happened earlier.
The unknown was the scariest.
Following that, Lin Jin pondered a lot. He recalled everything that happened in the Visitation Hall from beginning to end, not leaving out a single detail.
First of all, the Visitation Hall was a door that Lin Jin discovered in the museum. He pushed it open to officially open the Visitation Hall.
Also, the Visitation Hall would select visitors from all over the world from each of the many wooden doors on the ground floor to enter and become a visitor.
Of course, up until now, Lin Jin had no idea how this selection mechanism worked. Neither did he know how the Visitation Hall managed to achieve this.
In the past, Lin Jin was like an ostrich. Even though he knew that this unknown and secret could pose some sort of threat, he still chose to trust the Visitation Hall and the Museum of Deadly Beasts unconditionally.
But today, reality shattered his sense of security.
What was behind door number three of the Visitation Hall?
Lin Jin was desperate to get to the bottom of this. After all, who could guarantee that this thing wouldn't one day push open the door and walk out on its own?
In any case, Lin Jin could sense a tremendous threat from that shriveled, corpse-like finger.
It couldn't be anything good.
Lin Jin wasn't trying to frighten it. Because if he could push open this door, the thing inside should be able to do the same.
Lin Jin turned to door number two.
Today, he had pushed open doors number one and three. One was empty while the other contained a great danger.
So what was behind door number two?
Was there nothing inside just like door number one? Or was there something dangerous inside as well?
After some hesitation, Lin Jin gave up on trying to push it open. His instincts told him that behind door number two, there should be something horrifying and dangerous.
And the reason was the Demonic Appraisal Association.
Lin Jin suddenly had an idea. The Demonic Appraisal Association had recently been robbing the Qiao family's wooden token number three and Yang Ming's wooden token number two.
There must be a connection between them.
What about wooden token number one?
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