Sequence Beyond: My Wife is a Mysterious Boss

"Oh."

A contemptuous sneer suddenly broke through, sounding particularly jarring in the deathly silent tunnel.

Lan Xiao slowly wiped her cuffs, which were not dusty, with a handkerchief, looking at Tie Quan as if he were a pile of unrecyclable garbage.

What's the use of being smart?

Lan Xiao put away the handkerchief, a hint of his characteristic arrogance playing on his lips:

"In the face of absolute rule, the petty cleverness of mortals is simply laughable."

"Even true powerhouses would be severely injured in this level of bizarre realm. How could that cobbled-together rabble possibly survive?"

He slightly raised his chin, his light blue eyes filled with a sense of superiority: "It's just a pity about that 'stabilizer,' we'll have to find it again."

"Say that again, you son of a bitch?!"

Iron Fist suddenly raised his head, his bones cracking, like an enraged lion ready to devour its prey.

"What, you want to fight?" Lan Xiao showed no fear, even taking a step forward and looking at him provocatively:

"A bunch of ants, they're dead, so what? Should I wear mourning clothes for them?"

That's enough.

The man in black robes gave a low shout.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was like a gust of cold wind that swept through, instantly dominating the scene.

He glanced at Lan Xiao with some disappointment, then at the motionless void.

"Let's go."

The man in black robes turned around, his back view appearing somewhat desolate, as if lamenting the capriciousness of fate:

"Life and death are predestined; we need to hurry and find other stabilizers."

"Ah Qi, you can't hold on much longer..."

however.

The moment the man in black robes took his first step.

Click.

A very faint yet extremely crisp cracking sound suddenly rang out in the tunnel.

It was as if someone had taken a small hammer and gently shattered a piece of expensive glass.

The man in black robes suddenly stopped and turned around. His usually calm face now displayed an expression so vivid it was as if he had seen a ghost.

"The Ghost Realm... has collapsed?!"

Before anyone could react to what those four words meant...

The once indestructible void wall suddenly began to ripple violently, like boiling water.

Immediately afterwards—

boom!!!

A violent current of air surged out from the void, carrying with it a strong smell of blood and a chilling pressure.

This caused Lan Xiao, who was standing in the front row, to stumble back several steps.

"This...how is this possible? The Ghost Realm is broken?!" Lan Xiao's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief.

Smoke and dust filled the air.

Amidst the swirling dust and distorted light, a series of unhurried footsteps could be clearly heard.

Da, da, da.

The pace was steady, even somewhat leisurely.

Everyone held their breath, staring intently at the exit.

The smoke and dust gradually dissipated.

The first thing that catches the eye is a pair of gleaming leather shoes.

Shift your gaze upwards.

He was a young man with his hands in his pockets and a languid expression.

Lin Bai strolled out of the void with an air of leisure, his demeanor not like someone who had just fought his way out of the Ghost Realm, but more like someone who had just finished dinner and was taking a walk in the park.

Behind him.

He was the silent, aloof mute.

And... a group of Dust Brotherhood members who, though covered in wounds and in a sorry state, had a strange, fanatical glint in their eyes.

Their eyes were like those of a group of pilgrims following behind their god.

"this......"

The man in black opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word for a long time.

He was just asserting that the person was "certain to die," but the next second the person came out completely unharmed.

That slap was so hard, it made my old face sting.

"Qingtang!!"

A joyful roar broke the silence.

Iron Fist leaped up from the ground and charged forward.

"Qingtang! You're not dead! That's great! I knew you'd be lucky to survive!!"

Iron Fist spread his arms wide, tears and snot streaming down his face, looking as if he wanted to meld Xie Qingtang into his body and give her a suffocating hug.

however.

The touching reunion they had envisioned did not happen.

Just as Iron Fist was about to grab Xie Qingtang.

A hand pressed coldly against his chest.

"Get out of the way."

Xie Qingtang's voice was as cold as if it had just been pulled out of an ice cellar.

Iron Fist froze, his bear hug pose hanging in mid-air, looking completely bewildered: "Huh? Qing Tang, it's me, it's Iron Fist..."

"You're blocking my view of Mr. Bai."

Xie Qingtang frowned, as if disgusted by some roadblock, and shoved the burly man, who weighed several hundred pounds, causing him to stumble.

then.

She quickly adjusted her position, turned to the side, and looked past the iron fist back at Lin Bai's back.

That look...

Fanaticism, worship, and a touch of... piety.

That was the look in the eyes of someone looking at a "god".

Iron Fist scratched his head, looked at his hands, then at Xie Qingtang's "perverted" face, and his head was buzzing.

who am I?

where am I?

Am I still the silly girl you love the most?

"impossible!!"

A sharp scream shattered the eerie atmosphere.

Lan Xiao pointed at Lin Bai, her fingers trembling, her usually arrogant face now contorted into a ridiculous expression.

"That's the Doll Lady! She's a mysterious being whose power even true experts avoid!"

"How could you ants... you bunch of useless trash who've never even tasted a potion possibly have survived?!"

This elitist arrogance, shattered by reality, made him look like a clown.

Lin Bai slowly turned his head, his gaze falling lightly on Lan Xiao.

With only one kind of pity... like looking at someone mentally challenged.

"It's noisy."

Lin Bai said softly.

Before he could even make a move...

Swish-!

A flash of cold light, like a venomous snake's tongue, instantly pierced the air.

Lan Xiao felt a blur before her eyes.

A short knife, its blade dulled and stained with black blood, was already pointed at his throat.

Following the arm holding the knife, he saw a pair of eyes devoid of any emotion.

Xie Qingtang stood before him, her hand holding the knife as steady as a rock. Even though she was still injured, her killing intent was so pure that it was chilling.

"Watch your mouth."

Xie Qingtang's voice wasn't loud, but every word was like a knife, carrying an undeniable air of bloodshed.

"If you dare to disrespect Mr. Bai again..."

I'll slit your throat.

Quiet.

The air seemed to freeze.

The group of underlings who were lucky enough not to be caught up in the strange realm all gaped open, their jaws almost hitting their feet.

That cold-blooded killer who usually only obeys the master's orders and is indifferent to the outside world is actually protecting others?

Has she been cursed?!

Lan Xiao was both shocked and furious, her face turning a deep purplish-red: "You...you dare touch me? I am..."

"Okay, calm down."

A gentle voice rang out.

The man in black robes twitched his fingers slightly, and a gentle yet irresistible current of energy appeared out of thin air, gently wrapping around Xie Qingtang's wrist and pushing the short knife away a little.

Xie Qingtang frowned, a fierce glint in her eyes, and instinctively prepared to resist.

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