Sequence Beyond: My Wife is a Mysterious Boss

Rumbling--

With a heavy scraping sound, the door slowly opened.

Everyone's attention was completely drawn to the scene inside the door.

It was a huge circular opera house stage.

In the very center of the stage, countless red threads hung down from the ceiling, densely packed, like a red waterfall.

At the end of those threads.

A huge woman dressed in a gorgeous Lolita dress was suspended in the air.

No.

That's not a person.

Her joints were spherical, and her skin was as white as porcelain.

On that exquisitely beautiful face, two ruby-like eyes were tightly closed.

It was eerie, yet breathtakingly beautiful.

......

In the center of the circular stage, scarlet threads cascade down like a waterfall, cutting the space into a bloody jungle.

A black afterimage is frantically darting through this "forest of threads".

It's Xie Qingtang.

The "Black Mamba's" current condition can only be described as tragic.

The iconic black bodysuit was torn to shreds.

Below were wounds with torn flesh, resembling hideous little mouths.

The left arm was twisted at an odd angle—clearly fractured.

But her face remained as cold as ice, and the short knife in her hand transformed into a silver storm, relentlessly attacking the giant doll in mid-air.

Ding ding ding ding——!

The sounds of intense impact blended together, and sparks flew everywhere, making it look like a welding site.

However, what is truly despairing is—

This whole process involved scraping (gua sha).

The monster known as "Lady Doll" didn't even lift an eyelid.

That pale, ceramic-like skin was as hard as aerospace alloys.

The sharp dagger struck, but it didn't even leave a white mark, let alone break through the defense.

On the contrary, Xie Qingtang was so shocked that his tiger's mouth was split open, and blood splattered all over the ground along the hilt of the knife.

"cough......"

Xie Qingtang froze, staggered to the ground, and coughed up a mouthful of black blood.

No matter how I adjust my breathing rate, it feels like my lungs are stuffed with a handful of hot coals.

The short sword in his hand was so blunted that it was now serrated, a sign that it was beyond repair after hundreds of powerful strikes.

look up.

The ornate and eerie doll still hangs there, a compassionate smile on its lips.

Unharmed.

A suffocating sense of powerlessness welled up inside me.

This is not a battle; it's a one-sided crushing defeat.

Her attacks were less effective against this thing than a tickle.

"Huff... huff..."

Xie Qingtang forced down the metallic taste in her throat, silently calculating the time in her mind.

Seven minutes and forty seconds.

Having been in this godforsaken place for so long, she had long since figured out the damned pattern.

The bell is struck once every ten minutes.

When the bell rang, everyone became wooden figures.

If she can't hide in that "safe house" before the bell rings, given her current low health, she definitely won't be able to withstand the next wave of spatial threads cutting her.

Stop loss.

retreat.

Reason instantly prevailed over anger.

Xie Qingtang's eyes sharpened, and without any hesitation, she pushed off the ground with her toes and launched herself backward.

however.

The moment she turned around, she suddenly stopped.

The main entrance.

Five figures stood there leisurely, backlit by the light.

The young man in the lead was wearing a bright white shirt, his hands in his pockets, and tilting his head to look at her.

"White... consultant?"

A look of utter bewilderment appeared on Xie Qingtang's perpetually icy face.

Was he shopping? His clothes weren't even wrinkled.

But now is not the time to be shocked.

"Over here!"

Xie Qingtang shouted sharply, "Come with me now! There's no time!"

After saying that, she clutched her severed arm and staggered toward the shadows on the side of the stage.

Doorway.

Lin Bai watched the disheveled figure flee, raising an eyebrow slightly.

"It seems our Miss Black Mamba is in trouble."

He didn't follow immediately, but turned his head, his gaze passing over the layers of threads and landing on the huge puppet in the center of the stage.

Is this the core of the Ghost Realm?

The parchment was bound and locked by fate, unable to access the data through cheat codes.

Since we can't look at guides, let's just try it out and see how it feels.

"Ah-ya."

Lin Bai spoke calmly, his finger casually pointing at the doll.

"Go and pay your respects to that lady."

boom!

The instruction has been issued.

Aya's previously dull eyes suddenly flashed red light, and the floor tiles beneath her feet shattered.

He was like a human cannonball launched from a gun, carrying terrifying wind pressure, instantly crossing more than ten meters, and firing directly at face-to-face.

Charge up. Pull the arm.

Boom!

This punch was devoid of any fancy moves; it was purely an extreme expression of violent aesthetics.

The fist was enveloped in telekinesis, and it accelerated a second time.

The air was compressed, creating visible ripples, and the force of the punch even caused the surrounding red lines to dance wildly.

Boom-! ! !

A deep, muffled thud, like a heavy hammer striking a thick cowhide drum, reverberated throughout the opera house.

Buck and the others covered their ears in pain, feeling as if their brains were being shaken to their core.

however.

When the dust settles.

Lin Bai narrowed his eyes slightly.

Aya remained in a punching stance, her fist pressed firmly against the doll lady's abdomen.

But that doll... didn't move an inch.

Even the fluffy Lolita skirt was completely undamaged.

On the contrary, Ah Ya's arm, which was torn open by the huge recoil, quickly healed thanks to its rapid regeneration ability.

"This level of intensity..." Lin Bai mused, "This is troublesome..."

Ah Ya's punch was enough to pierce through a heavy armored vehicle.

Hitting this thing doesn't even have a forced damage effect?

"Idiot! Useless!"

In the distance, Xie Qingtang, who had already run to the end of the corridor, turned back and roared angrily, her eyes red with anxiety:

"I've tried so many times, it just won't break through! Hurry! The bell will ring in one minute!!"

Lin Bai nodded.

"Walk."

He turned and waved.

Aya instantly withdrew her fist and returned to Lin Bai's back without expression.

The group quickly followed Xie Qingtang's pace.

......

Passing through the side door of the stage, there is a long and narrow backstage corridor.

This place is practically a battlefield.

The ground was covered with broken doll parts, as well as the corpses of several underlings from the Iron Fist Fighting Gym, most of them cut into pieces and their deaths were extremely gruesome.

Clearly, it's no easy feat for Xie Qingtang to have survived until now.

At the end of the corridor.

A heavy, gray metal door was tightly shut.

At the entrance, two Iron Fist Gang elites, each holding a submachine gun, stood guard, their brows beaded with cold sweat, their fingers gripping the triggers so tightly that their knuckles were pale from excessive tension.

Seeing Xie Qingtang rush back covered in blood, the two visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

But then, when they saw Lin Bai and his group following closely behind, their eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

"Consultant Bai...?!"

One of the bearded men exclaimed in surprise, his face instantly lighting up with wild joy:

"I knew it! The scourge... no, good people are always protected! You're really alright!"

Lin Bai: "..."

Don't force yourself to use idioms in situations like this; you'll likely get beaten up.

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