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

Brother Long spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva and followed.

The ghost bride floated behind him, warily watching her surroundings.

With Professor Chen's help, the experienced driver trudged down the slope, one step at a time.

The lower you go, the higher the temperature.

It wasn't the scorching heat of flames, but a damp heat.

The air was thick with a pungent, fishy stench, as if tens of thousands of tons of rotten meat had been fermenting together for hundreds of years.

Five minutes later.

They reached the end of the stairs.

Standing in front of that giant mouth, the visual impact is almost suffocating.

This is a mouth with a diameter of over 100 meters, without lips, and its edges are directly connected to the surrounding mountain walls.

The tongue is the ground.

The enormous heart that had fallen earlier had mostly melted away, leaving only a blurry ball of flesh piled up in the center of the tongue.

At the top of the fleshy ball sat the old Taoist priest.

The distance has been shortened.

Brother Long finally saw the old Taoist priest's face clearly.

It looked like a human skin mask pasted on a skull.

The mask hadn't been changed in so long that it had dried out and cracked, revealing the yellowed bones underneath.

The old Taoist's spine was inserted directly into the fleshy mass below, and countless red blood vessels emerged from the mass and pierced into his body.

He was sucking the heart.

The old Taoist priest raised his eyelids, his green eyes darting around, locking onto Liu Yedao, who was walking at the front.

He stretched out a hand as withered as a tree branch, palm facing upwards.

【Order...plate...】

Lancet stopped and stood on the huge tongue, his feet covered in sticky saliva.

She placed the bone token in the old Taoist priest's hand.

The old Taoist priest held the token.

Click.

The token was crushed to pieces.

A cloud of black smoke rose from the fragments and entered the old Taoist priest's nostrils.

The old Taoist priest let out a long breath, a look of rapture on his face.

[Guide the medicine...back to its proper place...]

The old Taoist priest waved his hand.

Suddenly, four cracks appeared next to the melting mass of flesh.

Four coffin-like grooves appeared on the tongue coating.

The grooves were covered with dense red fleshy tentacles, like wriggling larvae waiting to be fed.

[Entering...position...]

The old Taoist priest pointed to the four pits.

[Refining...alchemy...]

See the picture poorly.

There was no negotiation, and no mission.

The so-called "medicine guide" ultimately becomes medicine himself, filling the alchemy furnace to complete the final step of the process.

Professor Chen's face turned deathly pale.

"This is a dead end." Professor Chen looked at the four fleshy pits.

"The Kowloon Corpse Lock Formation has been broken, and he urgently needs energy to repair his golden body."

"We are the energy."

Brother Long gripped the brick in his hand tightly.

"Should we fight him?" Brother Long asked.

"We can't win," Lancet calmly assessed.

"His health bar is practically nonexistent."

Seeing that the four people did not move, the old Taoist priest's green flames suddenly surged.

[Disobeying...]

He opened his mouth.

call--

A stream of black, corpse-like energy spewed from his mouth, transforming into a gust of wind that swept towards the four of them.

Even before the corpse's aura arrived, the corrosive smell already made everyone's skin sting.

"Get out of the way!" Professor Chen shouted.

The four people dispersed to both sides.

As the corpse's aura swept across the ground, the thick layer of tongue coating instantly turned black and withered.

"Wife!" Brother Long roared.

The ghost bride let out a shriek and transformed into a streak of red light, rushing towards the old Taoist priest.

She didn't seek to kill the enemy; she only wanted to interrupt their spellcasting.

The old Taoist priest didn't even glance at her.

He simply flicked one finger.

collapse!

A loud bang was heard in the air.

The ghost bride seemed to have crashed into an invisible wall. She screamed in agony, her soul almost shattered, and she flew back more than ten meters before crashing to the ground.

"Don't waste your energy."

The old Taoist priest's voice suddenly became coherent.

He inhaled the aura emanating from the token and seemed to regain some of his senses.

"You can't escape."

"This is the stomach of Dixian Temple, and also its heart."

"Once you're in, you're stuck here."

The old Taoist priest raised his hand and grabbed at the void.

From the four fleshy pits on the ground, the red fleshy tentacles suddenly stretched out, like four giant octopus tentacles, and coiled towards the four people respectively.

It was too fast; there was no time to dodge.

The scalpel cut into the tentacle didn't even leave a mark.

Snapped.

All four were simultaneously bound around the waist by tentacles and lifted into the air.

The immense force was squeezing the internal organs.

"cough……"

Professor Chen coughed painfully, his face turning a deep liver color.

The tentacles contracted, dragging the four people into the four fleshy pits.

despair.

Utter despair.

Faced with this ancient monster that has lived for who knows how many years, the player's methods seem so pale and powerless.

Is this how it's going to end?

Brother Long was hanging upside down, his gaze fixed on the melting ball of flesh.

He saw a familiar human face slowly sinking onto the surface of the fleshy ball.

He is a watchman.

The watchman's eyes were still open, staring intently at Brother Long.

There was no resentment in his eyes.

Only... mockery.

"Mocking me?"

Brother Long's temper flared up instantly.

"You, a nobody extra, dare to mock me?"

Brother Long didn't know where he got the strength from.

He suddenly exerted force with his waist in mid-air, swinging himself up like a sit-up.

He was still holding the brick in his hand.

"Go to hell!"

Brother Long swung his arm and smashed the brick in his hand hard against the old Taoist's skull face.

This attack was completely unpredictable and lacked any skill enhancements.

It's just the instinct of street thugs to fight.

call.

The brick traced a parabola in the air.

The old Taoist priest looked at the flying broken stone, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.

This mortal thing couldn't even break through his protective corpse aura.

He couldn't even be bothered to block it.

Snapped.

The brick passed through the corpse's aura.

There was no hindrance.

It landed squarely on the old Taoist priest's face.

The old Taoist priest's previously disdainful expression froze.

It's not because of pain.

This attack didn't break through the defense at all.

Rather, it was because... this brick could actually penetrate his corpse energy?

The brick fell to the ground and broke in two.

At the break, a yellow talisman was revealed inside.

The talisman paper had turned black, and a doodle drawn on it with cinnabar that no one could understand.

It was like a child's prank.

But that cinnabar was an glaringly red.

The old Taoist priest suddenly looked down at the talisman paper hidden in the broken bricks.

For the first time, fear appeared in his eyes, which were pulsating with green flames.

Extreme fear.

This...this is...

The old Taoist priest's voice changed tone, becoming sharp and shrill.

That...person...

He...is...back?!

That madman.

That madman who once slaughtered everyone in the Dixian Temple and stuffed the previous generation's ancestor into a latrine.

He's back?

The old Taoist priest abruptly released the tentacles that had been gripping the four men.

Thump. Thump.

The four people fell to the ground.

No one had time to cry out in pain.

They all stared in shock at the old Taoist priest who had suddenly gone mad.

The old Taoist priest held his head in his hands, his body trembling violently, and uttered a series of incomprehensible babbling words.

He is afraid.

I'm afraid of a single brick.

"That's..." Professor Chen stared at the broken bricks on the ground, "What kind of talisman is that?"

Brother Long rubbed his back and got up, looking completely bewildered.

"I...I don't know..."

"This is just a piece of broken brick I picked up randomly!"

The lancet picked up half a broken brick.

She looked at the talisman paper sandwiched between the bricks.

The brushstrokes on the talisman paper were fresh, and the cinnabar was not yet dry.

This indicates that the talisman was drawn not long ago.

Someone has been here.

Before them.

Or rather... they've been watching them all along.

Suddenly, Lancet remembered something.

She turned her head sharply and looked up at the empty darkness above the hall.

"I know who the medicine is now."

The scalpel's voice was very soft, yet exceptionally clear in the deathly silence.

"What?" Brother Long asked.

Liu Ye Dao raised the half-broken brick and pointed it at the trembling old Taoist priest.

"He's not afraid of this brick."

What he fears is the cause and effect involved.

A rare, cold smile curled at the corner of Liu Yedao's mouth.

"Professor, you said before that Yinshan is a furnace for alchemy."

"We are the dregs of medicine."

"That old Taoist priest is fire."

"Who is the alchemist?"

Professor Chen was stunned for a moment, then his pupils dilated sharply.

"You mean...?"

"That's right." Liu Yedao looked at the talisman.

"Someone wants to borrow this furnace to refine a truly great elixir."

"And this old thing..." Liu Yedao pointed at the old Taoist priest.

"He is the key ingredient."