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Chapter 42 42. Tombstone
"Snapped."

A scroll was closed. On a cliff above the wilderness, Ji Changqing, dressed in white and with two swords on his waist, slowly rolled up the scroll.

"Who is this person? Why did Lord Ji make such a special trip with the Wanxiang Treasure Scroll?"

Behind him, a black stone was suspended in the air, and a teasing voice, neither male nor female, came from it.

Ji Changqing snorted coldly. The corners of his mouth were naturally upturned, and he always looked high-spirited.

"She's an old friend of mine. Her strength shouldn't be underestimated. This time, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner's plan will be almost successful as long as we can trap her."

"Oh? Then aren't you afraid that the powerful beings from this world will disrupt the formation?"

Stone continued to ask.

Ji Changqing was calm and composed:
"The 'gate' separating the world of cultivation from this world has cracked for the first time in thousands of years, and I am the first evil cultivator to sneak through. They don't know my methods, let alone the mysteries of the formation."

"No matter what force it is, or what kind of strong people they send to Zhenbei City, they are just providing nourishment for the Ten Thousand Souls Banner."

He put the scroll into his arms, and then pulled down the black stone in the sky that seemed to be hesitant to speak. He said:

"Come with me to check on the nourishment level of the Soul Banner. As for her, I know her very well. She cannot escape from this Myriad Treasures Scroll. There is no need to worry too much."

After he finished speaking, he was surrounded by black mist and soon disappeared.

……

"boom----"

With a loud bang, a golden circle appeared outside the Eight Directions Soul-Devouring Formation.

After the golden circle shook three times, a young man in a purple robe jumped out of the circle and collapsed on the wasteland with wounds all over his body.

Xie Yan tilted his head, tears streaming down his face as he lamented:

"That's scary! My money is gone!"

Before, Jiang Jianxin threw him out to find the center of the formation. He was serious about finding it at first, but he soon discovered that there were not only small black hands that kept attacking in the formation, but also endless illusions.

The hallucinations covered all the big and small events in life - he even saw his eighty-year-old grandmother in his dream, asking him to commit suicide.

Various physical means and mental tortures emerge one after another.

Xie Yan considered himself to be just a member of the Chaos Camp, or even the weakest, most helpless and pitiful Fraudster.

After searching for several hours without success to find the "center of the formation", Xie Yan decisively used the trickster sequence's most proficient skill:
Money magic!

As we all know, the Chaos faction's Trickster sequence is not necessarily strong but it is definitely rich.

The profession of zero cost and high return puts fraudsters at the top of the wealth chain, making them the "dead liars" in the eyes of many talented people.

As a leader in the physically demanding thief industry in the zero-cost world, Xie Yan has accumulated a lot of wealth over the years by relying on his superb stealing skills.

After becoming a billionaire, he used the countless money in his account to buy a large number of special tools for Dream Makers.

——The tool that helped him move quickly just now was one, and the rabbit doll that helped him fake his death and escape was another.

And now, what helps him escape from this broken formation is another special tool hidden in the box.

This special tool is disposable and expensive. It is a limited edition jointly launched by Dream Pavilion and the TV station during the New Year.

Xie Yan was heartbroken as he had to use it to escape from the broken formation.

After collapsing on the ground and gasping for breath like a dying fish, Xie Yan turned over, took out a bottle of potion from the lining of his robe, and drank it.

“Gu-gu-gu-gu-gu-gu-——”

He drank the entire bottle of medicine in big gulps, and a warm current passed through his body, nourishing every tiny wound on his body.

Three minutes later, Xie Yan jumped up and sat up refreshed.

Even with the effects of the priceless healing potion, the only thing left on his body that hadn't healed was the sword wound on his abdomen. That sword had damaged his internal organs, and the little potion he had just drunk wasn't enough to heal it.

But it doesn’t matter. After all, I have escaped from the formation and there is no need to rush now.

“Puff—Puff—”

Xie Yan brushed off the dust on his purple robe, then untied his yellow hairband and tied it up again.

After tidying himself up properly, he held his head high, hummed a happy little song, and prepared to leave.

Just as I took a step, I suddenly heard a "crackling" sound coming from the wasteland in front of me.
“Crackle——”

“Crack, crack—”

“Crackle——”

There was soil and dust flying, and sand and stones splashing.

Xie Yan took two steps back in shock, one hand already vigilantly reaching into his robe, grabbing several special life-saving tools.

“Crack, crack———puff——”

The dust in the wasteland flew everywhere for a long time, and finally a long gray tombstone grew out.

The tombstone stood in the warm afternoon breeze, illuminated by the sunlight, looking as clean as new. There were only five large characters in regular script on it:
【Tomb of Jiang Jianxin】

Xie Yan saw this bizarre scene before him. He stepped forward and carefully examined the tombstone for a while.
"That woman just now... died? Did Dadi even erect a tombstone for her?"

Xie Yan scratched his head with his hand, touched his neck, looked around, and felt a little guilty.

He didn't find the center of the formation and escaped directly through death. Jiang Jianxin had told him before that if a person entered this formation, he would die.

Now seeing Jiang Jianxin's tombstone, Xie Yan couldn't help but think in his heart - could this person's death be related to his own escape?

Thinking of this, he looked away as if he had been burned.

Xie Yan felt uneasy and was about to run away in a hurry, but suddenly he felt a chill on his ankle.

——A cold hand, like that of a dead person, stretched out from the ground and grabbed his ankle.

Xie Yan felt a chill rushing from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, cold sweat continuously emerged from his back, and almost every muscle in his body was trembling.

The ground beneath my feet was still shaking, and I could almost hear the rustling sound of sand falling.

"Swish--Crack--"

Every sound seemed to step precisely on his fragile nerves, sticking to his complex thoughts.

At that moment, his lips trembled and countless horror movies he had seen before flashed through his mind.

——Corpse…Corpse transformation?
——Still...still a ghost?

"Crack-click-"

“Wow—a ghost—!”

Amid the continued commotion on the ground, Xie Yan finally couldn't bear it anymore. He screamed in fear, did a spinning kick to shake off the hand on his ankle, and urgently activated the last special tool in his pocket for suicide.

"Peng----"

With a slight sound, the panicked figure of the purple-robed boy turned into mist and disappeared, leaving only a yellow screaming duck lying there.

The hand that emerged from the soil lost what it was holding and groped around aimlessly, finally catching the Screaming Duck accurately.

“Ga————————————————————”

(End of this chapter)