You made all the streamers on the internet kneel before you when you were asked to make a game.

"Then let him lose control."

Liu Yedao took out the glass bottle containing the clown-infused water from his backpack.

I just poured half of it into the incense burner.

Half remains.

"We need one more thing," Liu Yedao said, looking at Brother Long.

"Brother Long, lend me your wife."

Brother Long clutched his shoulder and struggled to sit up.

"What are you doing?"

"Used as bait." Lancet said expressionlessly.

"Lure that thing to the chain."

Brother Long was stunned.

He looked at the ghost bride teetering in mid-air, then at the inconspicuous glass bottle in Liu Yedao's hand.

"Will I die?" Brother Long asked.

"Possibly." Lancet wasn't lying.

"If we don't do it, we'll all die."

Brother Long was silent for a second.

Then he grinned, revealing a mouthful of bloody teeth.

"Let's do it!" Brother Long didn't shout, but directly activated his skill to command.

"Honey! Take that grandson for a walk!"

"Run into the chain on the left!"

Sensing Brother Long's thoughts, the ghost bride turned around and glanced at him.

Then, a red shadow flashed, abandoning its defense and concentrating all its power on its claws.

"court death."

The watchman snorted coldly.

The red liquid beneath him instantly surged, transforming into a giant hand that reached for the ghost bride.

The ghost bride abruptly changed direction in mid-air, slipping through the gaps between the fingers of the giant red liquid hand.

The goal is not to be a watcher.

It's the iron chain on the left side of the watchman!

The watchman frowned.

He didn't understand this behavior.

Attack the iron chain?

That cold iron was incredibly hard; even a vengeful ghost couldn't break it.

But he still instinctively manipulated the red liquid to pursue it.

Because that was his lifeline.

The giant red hand turned and slammed down on the ghost bride.

But just as the red liquid was about to engulf the ghost bride, she suddenly rose upwards.

The giant red hand missed its target and struck the taut iron chain instead.

Zizizi!

A harsh, corrosive sound rang out.

The cold iron chain emitted thick yellow smoke, and its surface quickly turned black and softened.

"not good!"

The watcher's expression changed, and he tried to withdraw the red liquid.

But at that moment, the lancet, which had been quietly approaching, suddenly threw the glass bottle at the top of the corroding iron chain.

Snapped.

The glass bottle shattered.

The black, dirty water inside spilled onto the iron chains, as well as onto the red liquid covering them.

That is the most filthy thing.

boom!

The red liquid was like cold water poured into boiling oil; it boiled instantly and exploded.

out of control.

The red liquid, which was originally under the control of the guardians, became violent and chaotic the moment it came into contact with the filthy water.

They no longer obey commands, but instead frantically erode everything around them.

Including that iron chain.

collapse!

A loud bang.

The first chain broke.

The broken iron chain swept across the air like a giant whip.

Losing the pull from this corner, the enormous heart suddenly tilted to the right.

The watchman's body also shook violently.

"you……"

For the first time, the watchman's face showed an expression of shock and anger.

The balance has been broken.

When one corner of the Nine Dragons Corpse Lock Formation was breached, the entire formation began to collapse.

The green crystal on the ceiling of the main hall flickered between light and shadow.

The red liquid on the ground began to flow backward.

"Again!"

Professor Chen shouted.

He figured it out.

This monster is afraid of dirt! It's afraid of chaos! It's afraid of things not going according to the rules!

"Old driver! Where's the crispiest spot?"

"Brother Long roared."

The experienced driver listened attentively.

"The third one on the right!"

"There's a crack there! The sound is off!"

The ghost bride does not need any instructions.

She drew a red line in the air and rushed toward the third iron chain on the right.

The watcher roared, and countless fleshy tentacles lashed out wildly, trying to intercept it.

However, his heart was convulsing violently due to the imbalance, causing his attack to lose its accuracy.

The ghost bride lured the out-of-control red liquid, causing it to crash against the iron chains again and again.

collapse!

The second one broke.

collapse!

The third one broke.

As the chains snapped one by one, the enormous heart began to fall.

It is losing its levitation and falling into the endless abyss below.

The watchman panicked.

He desperately used his fleshy tentacles to grab the surrounding rocks, trying to steady himself.

But his lower body is connected to his heart, and as his heart descends, it pulls him down little by little.

"Since we're going to die anyway..."

The watchman stopped struggling.

His perfect face suddenly cracked open, all the way to his ears.

It revealed a dense array of sharp teeth inside.

"Then let's fill this alchemy furnace together!"

As soon as the keeper finished speaking, the bluestone slabs on the floor of the main hall shattered with a loud crash.

The enormous heart, having lost the pull of one of the chains, swung violently toward the broken side, carrying several tons of potential energy.

The blood vessels and nerves connecting the heart to the lower body tensed instantly.

"Get down!"

The watchman roared, his once flawless chest exploded, and a dozen thick, dark red fleshy tentacles, carrying a foul stench, swept towards the four people standing on the steps.

Those were blood vessels extending from the heart, each dripping a corrosive black liquid.

"Get out of the way!"

Professor Chen shouted and fell to his side.

A tentacle slammed down where he had just been standing, creating a deep crater in the hard rock steps. Debris flew everywhere, cutting Professor Chen's cheek.

The main hall began to tilt.

The collapse of the underground Kowloon Corpse Locking Bureau triggered a chain reaction, and the foundation of the entire Earth Immortal Temple is sinking.

Large amounts of red liquid flowed down the sloping ground, forming a torrent that rushed towards the bottomless pit.

Brother Long slipped and his body slid down the red liquid.

Holy crap!

Brother Long flailed his hands wildly in the air, his fingers digging into the cracks in the stone slab, his fingernails instantly turning outwards and bleeding.

The downward momentum stopped, but most of his body was already suspended in mid-air, with churning corpse oil and the huge heart that was falling below.

The watchman's upper body was being pulled by his heart, and he was being dragged little by little into the pit.

But one of his hands was gripping the edge of the rock tightly.

His mouth, splitting open to his ears, revealed a pale smile to Brother Long, while his other hand suddenly swung out.

The three fleshy tendrils twisted together like a giant python, wrapping around Brother Long's dangling left leg.

A tremendous pulling force was transmitted.

Brother Long grunted, and the cracking sound of bones grinding against each other came from the fingers of his right hand gripping the crack in the rock.

"Let go, container."

The watchman released his grip on the rock, his body lifting completely into the air, letting the heart carry him down into the abyss.

But he wanted to take Brother Long with him.

"Brother Long!"

The experienced driver heard the sound of bones dislocating and groped his way over.

"Don't come any closer!"

Brother Long gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, cold sweat mixed with dust flowing into his eyes.

He looked down at the watchman suspended in mid-air below.

The monster's bamboo frame rustled in the wind, and the yellow paper talismans inside its chest fluttered wildly in the breeze.

"Trying to drag me down with you?" Brother Long even laughed. "You think you're worthy?"

A red shadow flashed, and the ghost bride appeared beside Brother Long.

She actually opened her mouth and bit down on the fleshy tentacle filled with corpse poison and malevolent energy.

Zizizi!

The corrosive liquid on the surface of the tentacles burned her soul, emitting large amounts of blue smoke.

The ghost bride didn't give in; instead, she shook her head violently.

Tear it apart!

That was the sound of cloth tearing.

The thick tentacle connecting the Watcher and Brother Long was bitten off by the Ghost Bride.

Losing the pull, Brother Long's body swung upwards suddenly, only to be grabbed by the back of his collar by Liu Yedao, who was already waiting nearby, and dragged back down the steps.

In the abyss below.

The watcher stared at the severed tentacle, a look of astonishment flashing across his cracked face.

He lost his last foothold.

The enormous heart dragged him down, accelerating his descent.

"No...that's not right..."

"The data... is wrong..."

The sound gradually diminished as they fell.

A few seconds later.

Boom!

A dull, resounding crash echoed from the bottom of the abyss.

Then came the sound of liquid splashing.

The enormous heart crashed into the pool of corpse oil at the bottom of the pit.

Everything returned to deathly silence.

The main hall no longer shook, but the tooth-grinding feeling of tilting remained.

The red liquid flowed away along the edge, revealing the dried-up, blackened riverbed.

"Dead?"

The experienced driver tilted his ear, pointing towards the abyss.

"No more movement."

Professor Chen stood up, supporting his back. His clothes were torn in several places, making him look disheveled.

He walked to the edge of the pit and looked down.

Below was pitch black, with only the nine broken iron chains hanging forlornly on the rock face.

Lancet picked up a piece of gravel and threw it down.

There was no response.

It's too deep.

"Is the mission complete?"

Brother Long lay on the ground, panting heavily, while the ghost bride beside him weakly shrank back into his shadow to recuperate.

"No." Lancet's voice was cold.

"The watchman is just a gatekeeper."

Liu Ye Dao pulled out the token that had been found on the corpse of the watchman from his pocket.

The token was made of bone and had three words engraved on it: Medicine Guide.

"The one who guides the medicine?" Brother Long frowned.

"If he's the catalyst, then who is the drug?"

Upon hearing this, Professor Chen suddenly looked up at the huge bronze incense burner in the center of the hall.

The red liquid that had been poured out earlier had dried up, and a thick pipe that was originally connected to the ground at the bottom of the incense burner was now exposed to the air.

Wisps of cold air were emanating from the broken section of the pipe.

call--

Suck--

A voice.

Very light, very slow.

That was the sound of breathing.

It was coming up from below that bottomless pit.

With that breath, the eternal lamps on the walls surrounding the main hall suddenly turned a ghastly green.

Then it goes out.

The only source of light was a faint red glow that gradually appeared deep within the pit.

The red light expanded rapidly in the darkness.

The experienced driver suddenly covered his ears, curled up on the ground, and trembled violently.

"Don't listen!" the experienced driver yelled. "Don't listen to that sound!"

But he was too late.

A strange murmur entered the minds of everyone present.

The pill... is... complete...

That voice echoed in my mind.

Brother Long felt his heart suddenly clench, and the red light at the bottom of the pit grew brighter and brighter.

With that light, everyone was finally able to see the scene below.

That enormous mouth, over a hundred meters in diameter, was made up of countless pieces of rotting flesh and blood.

The enormous heart that had just fallen was now lying quietly on the tongue of that giant mouth.

The faces and severed limbs on the surface of the heart are rapidly melting, turning into nutrients that seep into the giant mouth.

And in the very center of that giant mouth sat a person.

An old Taoist priest wearing a tattered robe and with disheveled hair.

He sat cross-legged, his skin as dry as tree bark, his eye sockets deep-set, with only two green flames flickering in them.

His lower body had no legs.

His lower body grew directly from the tongue of that giant mouth, becoming one with the earth veins of the entire Earth Immortal Temple.

The old Taoist priest slowly raised his head, and the bones in his neck made a cracking sound.

Two green beams of vision pierced through the hundreds of meters of abyss and locked onto the four people at the edge of the pit.

He opened his mouth.

It had no tongue, and its mouth was stuffed with a clump of black hair.

The clump of hair wriggled, making that sound that sent sanity soaring.

[Even dregs of medicine...are they worthy of...meeting...the immortals?]