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

"Will it wake up?"

Professor Chen repeated the three words, as the heat wave from underground, carrying a fishy stench, hit his face.

The old Taoist's eyes flickered with intense green light, but he remained silent.

He raised his skeletal fingers and pointed to the enormous ball of flesh beneath him.

The fleshy ball was wriggling.

With each movement, the blood vessels connected to the old Taoist's waist were stretched a little tighter.

Beneath the red, translucent surface, countless distorted human faces seemed to be trying to squeeze out.

"Thump."

A dull heartbeat.

This time the sound was twice as loud as before.

The soft flesh beneath their feet suddenly contracted, causing the four people standing on it to sway.

Holy crap!

Berserk Dragon held half a brick across his chest and stomped his left foot firmly into the sticky coating on his tongue to steady himself.

"This thing is getting hot!"

Brother Long looked down at the soles of his shoes.

White smoke was rising from the edge of the thick sole of the hiking boot.

The slippery feel underfoot is disappearing, replaced by a scalding hardness.

It's like a piece of raw meat being thrown into an oven, rapidly tightening and hardening.

"The timing is right."

Lancet glanced down at his feet, his tone flat.

"What level of doneness?" Brother Long asked.

"The degree to which one can devour another."

Liu Ye Dao raised his head, his gaze passing over the old Taoist priest and looking at the top of the fleshy ball.

There is a crack there.

It's very subtle; you wouldn't notice it unless you looked closely.

No blood flowed out of the crack; only black gas spewed out.

"Old man."

Liu Yedao raised the broken brick in his hand and stepped forward.

"Don't play riddles with us."

"Where exactly is 'it'?"

The old Taoist priest looked at the brick and shrank back.

Where...is it...?

The old Taoist priest let out a strange laugh.

He opened his jaw, which was nothing but bone, and the tuft of black hair in his mouth stirred again.

"Weren't you... stepping on... it?"

Professor Chen's expression changed.

He suddenly squatted down, ignoring the scorching heat of the ground, and reached out to wipe away the thick layer of grease under his feet.

Beneath the oil lies a dark red texture.

There are no rocks.

There is no soil.

This is not an underground pit at all.

From the moment they jumped into that "stomach," every inch of ground and every rock wall they touched was alive.

"The entire Yinshan Mountains..." Professor Chen stood up, his voice hoarse, "...are they all its body?"

[Yinshan?]

A hint of mockery flashed in the green flames in the old Taoist's eyes.

This is... its... grave.

Three hundred years ago...that person...cut off its head...and buried it here...

[Use these nine mountains... and nine iron chains... to lock it up...]

The old Taoist priest's voice became shrill, with a nervous tremor.

But he can't kill it...no one can kill it...

It's hungry...it wants to eat...

As long as it's full... it won't wake up... it won't roll over...

Boom!

As if to confirm the old Taoist's words, the surrounding rock walls suddenly trembled violently.

From the darkness above, a deafening roar of rocks cracking echoed, and the foundation of the Earth Immortal Temple was sinking.

"It's hungry now."

The scalpel coldly interrupted the old Taoist's ramblings.

"Because you didn't feed us."

【it's useless……】

The old Taoist priest shook his head, his neck cracking.

The Kowloon Corpse Lock-up Bureau... has been broken...

Those chains... were its shackles... and also its chopsticks...

The chain broke... it can't get food... so it will find its own...

The old Taoist priest suddenly raised his head and stared intently at Brother Long.

Or rather, staring at the shadow behind Brother Long.

For example... that thing...

Brother Long felt a chill run down his spine.

The ghost bride emerged from the shadows, her red dress fluttering in the wind.

She looked up at the dark void above.

For the first time, her originally pale and delicate face revealed extremely obvious fear.

She took a step back, pressed herself against Brother Long's back, and trembled all over.

"What's wrong, honey?"

Brother Long reached out to pat her head, but his hand missed.

The ghost bride's yin energy was dissipating.

It wasn't broken up, it was absorbed.

Strands of crimson malevolent energy uncontrollably detached from her body, drifting upwards and merging into the darkness.

"Old...old driver..."

The experienced driver, who hadn't said a word, suddenly covered his ears.

He was curled up on the ground, his hands pressed tightly against his temples, his fingernails scratching his scalp until it bled.

"Shut up...stop chewing...stop chewing!"

The veteran driver roared, two lines of bloody tears streaming down his cheeks.

"What did you hear?" Liu Yedao knelt beside him and reached out to check his pulse.

His pulse was alarmingly fast, exceeding two hundred beats per minute.

"teeth……"

The experienced driver forced out the words through clenched teeth, his whole body convulsing.

"Such big teeth... grinding... grinding against the bone..."

"Right above my head! Right above my head!"

Click.

A crisp sound.

It didn't come from above, but from right in front of you.

A crack appeared on the surface of that huge fleshy ball.

What was originally just a thin crack now looks as if it has been forcibly pried open by someone's bare hands.

Thick black slurry gushed out from the crack.

The door... opened...

The old Taoist priest stopped struggling.

He stared at the crack, the green flame in his eyes went out, leaving only two empty eye sockets.

His withered hands hung down and rested on his knees.

They looked like they were waiting to die.

It... is about to unleash the seal left behind by that madman...

puff.

One hand.

A pale, swollen hand with black fingernails emerged from the crack in the fleshy mass.

Then came the second one.

The third one.

Countless hands.

Those were the guardians, villagers, craftsmen... all the "dregs" that had been swallowed up and put into this alchemy furnace.

They did not die.

Or rather, in this stomach, even death is a luxury.

They merged together, becoming a gigantic monster composed of countless limbs, clinging to the edge of the crack, trying to drag out what was inside.

"Back off!"

Brother Long grabbed Liu Yedao, who was about to step forward, and dragged her back.

The monster crawled out.

It has no head.

Its body was a mass of rotten flesh, covered with countless arms.

And in the very center of that mass of rotten flesh, there was something wrapped around it.

That was a coffin.

A bright red wooden coffin, no bigger than the palm of your hand.

The surface of the coffin was covered with talismans painted in gold.

The strokes of those talismans were exactly the same as those on the brick in Brother Long's hand.

It was left behind by that "madman".

Take...it...away...

The old Taoist priest's voice rang out again.

This time, it didn't come from my mind, but from that pile of rotting flesh.

Countless hands on the pile of rotten flesh pointed simultaneously at the small coffin.

This is... a medicinal catalyst...

Take it away... and I can... live...

The old Taoist priest was lying.

The lancet can see it very clearly.

Although the old Taoist priest's upper body was still, the blood vessels connected to his waist were throbbing wildly.

He was absorbing the power from that coffin.

He was trying to fuse that "catalyst".

"He's trying to steal that thing!" Lancet's eyes turned cold. "Don't let him succeed!"

"Rob?"

Brother Long glanced at the pile of rotten flesh covering his hands, then at the half-eaten brick in his hand.

"How are we supposed to grab this? Go up and deliver the food?"

That monster was at least three stories tall, and it could easily turn the four of them into mincemeat with a wave of its hand.

"No need to fight over it."

Professor Chen suddenly spoke.

He leaned on his knees, panting heavily, but his eyes were fixed on the small red coffin.

"That's... a talisman."

Professor Chen's voice trembled with excitement.

"The Nine Dragons Locked Corpse is the external situation, while this coffin is the internal situation."

"That 'madman' has subdued the core of this monster."

"The old Taoist priest wants to use us to remove the talisman."

Lancet turned his head. "What if we don't take it?"

"I won't take it..."

Professor Chen looked at the increasingly hot rock walls around him and the falling rocks overhead.

"If you don't take it, this alchemy furnace will explode."

"Once the corpse energy here is no longer suppressed, it will expand thousands of times in an instant."

"We will be vaporized directly."

Either way, it's all the same – death.

Take it, then release the monster.

If you don't take it, the oven will explode on the spot.

"Is this a dead end?" Brother Long cursed. "Is this damn game messing with me?"

Time... is running out...

The voice urged them on.

The rotting flesh monster writhed forward, its hundreds of hands simultaneously grabbing at the ground with muffled thuds.

It's getting closer.

Just then, the old driver, who had been convulsing, suddenly stopped moving.

He removed his hands from his ears and slowly got up from the ground.

His face was covered in blood, and his eyes were also filled with blood.

But he was laughing, and his laughter was eerie.

"I heard it..." The experienced driver tilted his head, tilting his ear towards the small red coffin. "I heard it..."

"What did you hear?" Brother Long asked.

"Heartbeat," the experienced driver said, pointing to the tiny coffin, no bigger than a palm.

"There's a heartbeat inside..."

"Not a monster."

The experienced driver turned around, his blood-red eyes fixed on the scalpel.

"It's human."

"The heartbeat of a living person."