Strange Rules: It doesn't matter, the system will take care of it.

Time stop, identification, spatial teleportation!

Without the slightest hesitation, Chen Feng tossed down a few gold coins and left Luca City with Gray and Xia Mei, leaving behind only the bewildered security guard holding the gifts and the headless knight lady with a blank expression.

"How did we end up at my house?"

Finding herself suddenly transported from a blind massage parlor to the Demon King's castle, Gray complained angrily, "Our massage package included a free buffet that we didn't get to eat!"

"Shhh."

Chen Feng scanned the surroundings and, after confirming that there was no danger, immediately brought up the appraisal panel.

It simply read: "[An ordinary gift box]"

[No danger]

Inside were a worn-out helmet, mechanical fragments, a sun flask, and a yew necklace.

Seeing Chen Feng's expression growing increasingly grim.

Xia Mei whispered, "Sister Grey, Uncle Bu Yin's real name is Chen Feng? Why did he change his name? Why was he so unhappy when his friends gave him gifts?"

Grey said, "Who knows? Maybe he owes money to a friend."

"Owe me my ass!"

Chen Feng was in a state of confusion. Apart from the savior in the underworld, all his friends in Cihang City were at the Happiness Internet Cafe. Where did these friends come from?

"Quickly, quickly, find the Sword Saint!"

The three arrived at the temporary residence that Gray had prepared for the Sword Saint.

dong dong dong.

Chen Feng knocked on the door. Generally, he would use spatial teleportation to enter directly when looking for people.

But the Sword Saint is an exception.

Chen Feng didn't want to see a captain taking off.

"Please come in."

A well-dressed, lean gentleman in a suit opened the door and politely said, "Ah! Mr. Chen Feng, are you satisfied with the gift I gave you?"

Before the gentleman could finish speaking, Chen Feng stopped and threw out an appraisal shot.

"First, I'll check if the opponent has any reflect skills or deathrattle skills. If not, I'll use my ultimate move directly: Cupid's Quadruple Slash!"

Chen Feng glanced at the appraisal system and saw that both the name and level were marked with four question marks.

"The name has four characters, and the level is higher than 3,000 but not more than 10,000."

Anyone below level 10,000 is nothing but a roadside stall in front of a Sword Saint.

Chen Feng breathed a sigh of relief, but after seeing the next message, his heart, which had been at ease, jumped into his throat again.

[Authentication system under cracking]

[Crack failed!]

Does the opponent possess a single-target skill or item that conceals intelligence?

Having witnessed the monster's example before, and unsure of his opponent's abilities, Chen Feng dared not unleash his ultimate move recklessly. He could only coldly ask, "How did you obtain the purple yew necklace?"

"It was given to me by a beautiful girl with freckles." The gentleman paused, glancing at Gray and Xia Mei behind him, "Of course, not the two beauties behind you."

Sika's girlfriend, Xiaomei, got into trouble.

Chen Feng cursed inwardly, "To prevent the villains from using hostages, I specifically arranged for Xiaomei to stay in Cologne Village, but this still happened. What were Sika, his grandfather, and those retired heroes in the village doing?"

Seeing that Chen Feng remained silent, the gentleman adjusted his round-framed glasses and said, "You know what's in the gift box, but there's no curse on it. I bet you used your appraisal skill."

"The appraisal results clearly indicate it's safe, and there's even a divine artifact inside, yet you still chose not to open the gift." The gentleman praised, "It's said that the Cihang people are extremely cautious, and now it seems that their reputation is indeed well-deserved."

Chen Feng countered, "Did you hear that from the Ghost King?"

The gentleman didn't reply, but stepped aside, revealing the swordsman lying unconscious on the ground: "But your friend wasn't so cautious."

"Brother Hao!!!"

Xia Mei covered her mouth and shouted, "What did you do to Brother Hao?"

The gentleman smiled and said, "I only gave you a small gift."

The Demon Sword cried out, "I already told you, constantly using slimes to fly is bad for your memory!"

The Sword Saint was ambushed.

Chen Feng could sense that the gentleman in front of him was not very strong, but the pressure he exerted on him, this suffocating feeling like a python coiling around him, was almost on par with the Five Monsters of Cihang.

Looks like he's a cunning old fox like me.

Chen Feng quickly confirmed the other party's identity: "Nemesis is a bitch."

There was no response; it's not a Vengeance pantheon.

"The Undead King is trash. I easily killed two of its Heavenly Kings."

Although it was just a slight frown, Chen Feng still caught the change in the gentleman's expression.

"The Undead King's subordinates include a man and a woman. You are Ulbert, the Lord of the Balrogs, right?"

Seeing that Chen Feng had figured out his identity with just two sentences.

The gentleman revealed an admiring look: "Mr. Ghost King is right, you are indeed very powerful. However, I still prefer to be called the Ancestor of the Flame Demon, because there is only one master in this world, and that is the King of the Undead."

This guy actually found my enemy, the Ghost King, and got all the information out of him?

Chen Feng was ready to launch a sneak attack. As soon as the time stop cooldown was over, he would use his ultimate move.

"Won't."

"I can teach you," the Ancestor of the Flame Demons said slowly. "Never let anyone know what cards you have."

"I heard you're going to attack the Great Tomb of Nazarick. Let me guess what cards you have."

A card bearing the magical image of the Sword Saint flew out from the hand of the Ancestor of Flames.

"Sword Saint, unconscious."

Next, there was a picture of a savage, muscular man dressed in animal skins.

"Bold and reckless, gone missing."

The third card that flew out was a red-haired giant with the sun shining down on him and holding a thunder spear.

"The eldest son of the Sun King has gone mad."

The last picture shows a sinister-looking man wearing a hood.

"Five hundred years ago, the hero who sealed the three demon gods, the world's first legendary necromancer, Lasio, oh, you may not be familiar with this name and this young figure, but if I say Grandpa Sika, you will definitely know who he is."

The Lord of Flames slowly tore off the card representing Grandpa Sika, and then a broken cane appeared before everyone.

"die."

"Now, all you have left is the Sage of Regression, the little girl behind you."

"Trying to use spacetime divinity? If I were you, I wouldn't do that."

The Ancestor of Flame Demons snapped his fingers and shared a piece of identification data with everyone.

"You know that every officer in the Great Tomb of Nazarick has two World Items, right?"

World Item: The Fool's Javelin

[Level: ∞]

[A one-time narrative layer weapon that can delete targets it comes into contact with; deleted targets cannot be recovered by other means.]

"Don't touch me without permission, or I'll get deleted."

"Elizabeth, Perolo, you've taken two of my family members away, and I don't want you to die so easily."

"I'll let you live to the end and torture you slowly."