Why did you provoke me?

Yu Meng brought the lines to her eyes and examined them carefully.

She wasn't mistaken. Someone had tampered with Zhang Zhen's features.

She put the lines into her small backpack and told Ba Wang not to touch them.

She watched as Si Jiu parasitized Zhang Zhen's little flower alien, then taught the lines a lesson, and finally Zhang Zhen absorbed it into his mind.

Chang Chen, a man in his early twenties, is like someone who has acquired a new toy. He draws the lines in and lets them out.

Si Jiu pointed to the lines inserted into the ore. "To reach this level, you must train your lines. We have the methods, but the training process is very tough. How far you can train depends on yourself."

432 continued, "Our lines can peel away the layers of objects. In other words, we're all mask-peelers. We can handle both ordinary objects and aliens with ease. Most importantly, our lines can also fight. You should practice that when you have time."

Zhang Zhen nodded, his eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, brother. I will definitely practice hard and never let you down."

In the evening, they arrived at a small county town. Yu Er drove directly to the rented courtyard.

A dark-skinned man came out. He smiled憨厚ly, rubbing his hands together in front of him.

"This courtyard is a bit small, please don't mind, Teacher Yu. My senior brother said we can't be too ostentatious, so I found this courtyard. It's quiet here, and the people around here all go out in the morning and come back in the evening." After saying this, he nervously glanced at Yu Meng.

"It's alright, my old house is only this big." Yu Meng didn't complain. It's just a temporary place to stay, no need to be so demanding.

After dinner, Yu Meng returned to her room.

She brought out Zhang Zhen's lines again.

The lines themselves don't look particularly special. But hidden inside is a tiny black dot.

Yu Meng didn't touch the black spot. Instead, she used her own lines to slowly absorb the energy from Zhang Zhen's lines.

Since the Overlord Line was upgraded, Yu Meng has had a feeling that she can control the direction of energy absorption.

Therefore, she avoided the part with black dots in the middle.

When only a single black dot remained, Yu Meng's heart skipped a beat. What did she see?

The little black dot seemed to breathe as it rose and fell.

The same thing happened to all three lines on Chang Chen's face.

The unknown object heightened Yu Meng's vigilance. As the black dot's fluctuations widened, Yu Meng belatedly realized that perhaps the energy within the lines was depleted, causing the black dot to react in this way when it felt threatened.

So Yu Meng did something else: she returned the energy absorbed from her lines to Zhang Zhen's lines.

And tentatively, he gathered the black dots from the other two lines into the same line.

To Meng's surprise, the three small black dots began to devour each other.

Raising Gu poison? A word suddenly popped into Yu Meng's mind.

Watching the three black dots in the lines devour each other, Yu Meng channeled some more energy into them.

She was very interested in these things and wanted to know what kind of thing would ultimately be created.

The lines lay on the table, twisting erratically. The little black cat stood on the table, its eyes fixed intently. The domineering lines also revealed their tentacles, tentatively probing.

What exactly is this thing? How could it attract the attention of the little black cat and the tyrant's lines?

Meanwhile, in a luxurious room.

A graceful and elegant woman was staring intently at her fingers. Wrinkles were beginning to appear on her little finger.

"What's going on?" she muttered to herself.

Then she pulled a thin thread inside her room. "Go check what's wrong with those parasites?"

"Yes." A low voice came from outside.

"Who has the audacity to touch my parasite?" She looked at her furrowed little fingers, her brows furrowed.

"It's not perfect anymore. Once we find out who was so careless, let their family take the blame." In those casual words, the fate of many was already decided.

Yu Meng barely slept that night, as she kept observing the changes in the three black dots.

At 3 a.m., Yu Meng saw the results. Just like raising a venomous insect, in the end only a relatively large black dot remained.

The energy within the lines has been exhausted.

The black dot seemed to sense the danger. It moved little by little, heading in the direction of the overlord's lines.

Yu Meng controlled the Tyrant Lines to quickly move away. She didn't want to provoke this unknown thing.

The black dot was spinning in circles. After watching for a while, Yu Meng lost interest in it.

Yu Meng had no intention of experimenting with her own lines.

She went to the kitchen, took an empty bowl, and poured in some cooking oil. Then she put Zhang Zhen's three lines into it, and finally struck a match and threw it in.

Seeing that the oil and lines in the bowl had turned to ash, Yu Meng washed the bowl with water and put it away. Then she went back to sleep.

The next morning, Yu Meng did not continue on her journey; she wanted to verify her guess.

Inside the luxurious room.

The beautiful woman stared at her little finger, now covered in gray skin. Her eyes were filled with disbelief. "Who destroyed her host?"

Trembling, she pulled on the thin rope inside the house. "Go and investigate. I want his entire family to be executed."

The beautiful woman walked barefoot on the white carpet, her eyes filled with gloom, paranoia, and a hint of fear.

She looked at her little finger, took out the scissors from the drawer, and without hesitation cut off her little finger. Strangely, not a single drop of blood fell onto the carpet.

"It took me five years to get it to resemble fingers, but... sigh, this method is still too risky. Where did that wicked woman hide it?"

She sat down at the dressing table, and a servant-like person walked behind her and began to do her makeup.

The process was very quiet, without making a sound.

A moment later, she arrived at a basement.

There was only a kerosene lamp, its dim light illuminating the small space where a tiny, curled-up figure lay on the floor. Only the faint sound of her breathing proved she was still alive.

"My dear sister, have you thought this through?"

The figure on the ground remained motionless.

"Sigh, it's fine if you don't want to talk about it. Anyway, I've already implanted the lineage into your last remaining bloodline. Is it worth sacrificing your entire family for an inanimate object?"

The people on the ground remained completely still.

The noble lady sat lazily on a chair to the side.

"My little finger failed, and I don't know who's unlucky this time. I'm going to send this person's relatives to the front line so that they can still be of some use before they die."

If you don't say anything, I'll take that as your agreement. Don't worry, I'll issue these official documents in your name; after all, your identity is really useful.

The person on the ground stirred; perhaps she wanted to lift her head or move her fingers, but unfortunately, she failed, and in the end, all she could do was breathe a little louder.

The lady did not scold or beat her; she spoke very gently, as if she had only come here to talk to her and inform her of some things.

Then, she walked out of the basement with a light laugh.