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

At that moment, several countermeasures flashed through Liu Yedao's mind.

Dodge? Too late.

To tough it out? That's tantamount to suicide.

Using the Soul-Capturing Bell? The effect would be negligible.

What should I do?

In that split second, Liu Yedao suddenly remembered the glutinous rice made from corpse oil that he had saved before.

Amidst gasps from the live stream audience, Liu Yedao, instead of retreating, advanced and forcefully threw the Soul-Capturing Bell in his hand towards the hunchbacked old man.

The hunchbacked old man was fully focused on controlling the tin zombie and never expected the scalpel to pull such a stunt.

He instinctively reached out to take it.

The magical artifacts of this Earth Immortal Temple are priceless and must not be lost.

It was this subconscious action that caused his control over the metal zombie to momentarily falter.

In a battle between masters, victory or defeat can be decided in an instant.

For the lancet, that moment of stagnation is enough!

Taking advantage of the moment when the metal zombie slowed down, she suddenly lowered her body and slid down over its foul-smelling arm.

Holy crap! God-level prediction and execution!

[A feint! Her throwing the bell was a ruse; her real purpose was to distract the hunchbacked old man!]

[I give this a perfect score! So cool!]

The viewers in the live stream erupted in thunderous cheers.

As the scalpel slid under the zombie's body, his right hand had already pulled out the lump of glutinous rice made from corpse oil.

Then, with a backhand motion, he pressed that sticky, smelly clump of rice firmly against the back of the metal zombie!

"Sizzle—!"

A piercing sound, like boiling oil being poured onto a branding iron, suddenly erupted, and a thick plume of black smoke shot into the sky from the back of the metal zombie.

"roar--!!!"

The tin zombie let out a roar that was extremely mournful.

Its skin, which was as hard as steel, was ulcerated and melted as if corroded by strong acid, revealing the black muscles and stark white bones underneath.

The viewers in the live chat were stunned. How could this even work?

Professor Chen's comments followed with an explanation.

This zombie was created by a hunchbacked old man using evil magic; its core energy originates from Yin energy.

This bowl of rice is made with corpse oil mixed with herbs that suppress yang energy; essentially, it is a composite of "yin" energy.

As the saying goes, extremes meet; the most yin substances are actually highly poisonous to corpse spirits, which are also composed of yin energy!

The metal zombie went completely berserk under the intense pain.

It abandoned its attack on the lancet and instead frantically scratched its back, trying to remove the deadly thing.

However, the glutinous rice coated with corpse oil was extremely sticky, clinging tightly to its body and constantly corroding it.

The situation in the backyard has once again descended into chaos.

The hunchbacked old man's control over the other zombies was interrupted as he went to retrieve the bell.

The zombies that had been turned, the zombies that had not yet been turned, and the severed limbs flying all over the yard were completely slaughtered.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Lancet rolled over and hid behind a huge empty water tank, gaining a temporary respite.

She was breathing heavily, her forehead covered in fine beads of sweat.

The series of actions she had just performed had pushed her mental and physical limits.

The hunchbacked old man had just received the Soul-Capturing Bell and hadn't even had time to be happy yet.

Then he saw his most prized creation, the tin zombie, in agony, mutilating itself, with a large, transparent hole corroded in its back.

His face instantly turned a multicolored black.

"You bitch! I'll kill you!"

He roared, gripped both bells in his hands, and prepared to charge at the willow-leaf knife without regard for anything else.

But at that moment, a chilling aura enveloped the entire backyard without warning.

The air temperature suddenly dropped.

All the zombies that were fighting, all the writhing limbs, froze in mid-air.

The hunchbacked old man's body froze.

The anger on his face froze into an unbelievable look of horror.

He slowly and stiffly raised his head and looked towards the second floor.

The lancet also sensed something and followed his gaze.

All that could be seen was the rooftop on the second floor of the inn.

A red figure stood there silently.

The red wedding dress fluttered in the cold mountain wind.

Her face was covered by a thin red veil, obscuring her features.

But the eyes peering through the red veil no longer held the previous resentment and melancholy, but rather an endless, chilling killing intent.

The dancer in red was staring intently at the hunchbacked old man standing in the center of the courtyard, holding two bells.

Willow Leaf Blade was stunned for a moment before realizing that this was the random trigger effect of [Corpse Fragrance].

She hid behind the water vat, watching the red figure on the roof, and felt a surge of emotion.

The female ghost's oppressive aura is too strong.

It's ten times stronger than all the zombies in this yard combined!

The old hunchback's face had lost all color, and his palms, which were holding the two bells, were covered in cold sweat.

As a professional mortician, he knew better than anyone how terrifying the red-clad female ghost before him was.

This is not the kind of mindless, bloodthirsty corpse demon he created!

"You...you..."

The hunchbacked old man was too afraid to move for a moment.

But the dancer in red clearly had no interest in communicating with him.

Her gaze slowly moved from the hunchbacked old man's face to the soul-capturing bell in his hand.

Then it was moved to the courtyard, to her body, which had been dismembered, sewn up, and carelessly discarded in the woodshed…

Finally, her gaze fell upon the large vat filled with blood-red dye and the unfinished wedding dress "prepared" for her.

"Hmm..."

A roar filled with endless pain and hatred erupted from her mouth, and a black aura burst forth from her center.

The temperature in the entire backyard plummeted again, and a thin layer of frost even formed on the ground.

"My...body..."

"My...wedding dress..."