After I stopped trying, a rich woman trained me into a demon emperor.

"Bone suture technique".

Zhou Ran uttered these five words, his throat burning with rage.

In Ye Futian's fragmented memories, this forbidden technique had an extremely bad reputation.

Take the extremely yin fate of a living person, and use the resentful bones of a dead person to nail it.

Then, by sewing up the life force with red thread, the life force of the living is gradually extracted and sent underground to nourish those things that should not have awakened.

Now, this skill has fallen into Chen Ya's hands.

"Bai Xuan!"

The white umbrella mushroom in the corner spread its cap, its stem rising several feet, the edge of the cap slightly turned outward.

"Protect her."

Bai Xuan didn't utter a single unnecessary word.

Hundreds and thousands of spore strands hung down from the umbrella, wrapping Chen Ya layer by layer, quickly weaving her into a giant white cocoon.

The spiritual energy of the ancient plants flowed into Chen Ya's meridians along the spore strands, competing with the dark red lifeline for the life force within her body.

One point is taken away by the red line.

The spore hyphae then replenished two parts.

Chen Ya's pale lips finally regained some color.

She reached out from the spore threads and struggled to grab the hem of Zhou Ran's clothes.

"Don't...don't be impulsive."

Zhou Ran held the back of her hand.

He didn't explain.

Kill first.

Let's seal the door first.

He had already learned his lesson from this choice.

He still harbors resentment about being lured away from his post last time.

This time, no one will be able to take a bite out of his backyard.

"Qin San!"

Qin San rushed in, still bearing fresh wounds inflicted by the mechanical hammer array.

"Boss!"

"Activate all mechanisms in the manor."

"Outer ring lightning and fire array, activate."

"Open the underground yin-suppressing stake."

"All three gates at the basement entrance have been lowered."

"No one is allowed to leave the core area."

"From now on, the manor will be armed to the teeth."

"Even if a paper figure crawls in, blast it to ashes."

Qin San's noodles were taut.

"clear!"

Zhou Ran then said:

"Take people to check all the birth records in the city."

"Turn over everything you can: hospitals, household registration databases, funeral parlors, fortune teller stalls."

Qin San looked up.

"Investigate what?"

"Yin year, Yin month, Yin day, Yin hour".

"People with the same or similar fate as Chen Ya."

Zhou Ran lowered his voice.

"Save as many as you can."

"Once found, move them to the safe house on the outskirts of the manor."

"If you can't move it, stick my talisman on it and tell me your location."

Qin San's Adam's apple bobbed.

He understood.

Chen Ya is not the only target.

"Boss, how many people?"

"Let's search for 300 first."

Zhou Ran paused for a moment, the Asura Demonic Fire in his eyes turning bloodshot.

"In the end, only thirty-six people made it."

"Thirty-six bone nails."

"The other side needs to form a team."

Qin San dared not ask any more questions and turned to run away.

Soon, a series of vibrations came from the ground of the manor as the mechanisms were activated.

The iron gates fell down one after another.

The array patterns lit up segment by segment, and lines of fire shot out from the ground of the purple bamboo forest.

On the wall, rows of rune-shaped cannon muzzles emerged, and the rune cores began to charge.

Zhou Ran raised his hand and pressed his palm down on the ground.

The Golden Elixir of the Mind rotates.

Golden true essence flowed down the foundation and into the entire manor.

The underground chamber, the purple bamboo forest, the lightning and fire array on the outer wall, and the yin-suppressing stakes were all connected by his original aura.

A golden light emanated from the formation.

Above the manor, a golden barrier, barely visible to the naked eye, appeared.

Li Zhiyao's expression changed.

"You're supplying it directly with the essence of the Golden Core?"

Zhou Ran stood up.

"Even if the Yin General arrives in his true form within an hour, he won't be able to bite through you in one bite."

He raised his left arm.

The black and gold Primordial Qilin totem wafted across the skin, climbing up the wrist to the palm.

A jet-black Soul-Suppressing Blade appeared in his hand.

"You want to follow this energy flow?"

Li Zhiyao stood in front of the stone steps leading to the ground.

She stared at the knife in Zhou Ran's hand, her brow furrowed.

"Get out of the way."

Zhou Ran didn't stop walking.

"You're insane!"

Li Zhiyao took a step forward.

"This red thread is entangled with a legitimate soul-snatching curse."

"Those who can wield this kind of authority are at least at the level of the Ten Great Underworld Generals."

"You only recently formed your core, and your cultivation level is not yet fully established."

"Rushing over there now would be like barging into someone else's prepared underworld arena."

Zhou Ran stopped at the bottom of the steps and looked at her.

The Ten Great Underworld Generals were not ordinary underworld soldiers.

Getting involved with the powers of the underworld, such as the Black and White Impermanence, Ox-Head and Horse-Face, is troublesome.

But he couldn't wait.

Every moment that passes, Chen Ya loses a breath of life.

Wait one night, and Jiangcheng will have a second and a third bone nail.

"First, she got infected; this isn't over yet."

Zhou Ran held the knife and pointed it at the giant white cocoon behind him.

"Secondly, the person who set up the formation is on the other side of the red line."

"She is the switch that activated the remains beneath Jiangcheng."

"Find the switch, find the mastermind, and eradicate the hidden danger at its root."

"This is a dead end."

"But I don't believe in fate."

Li Zhiyao bit her lower lip, wanting to persuade her again.

"But……"

"No buts."

Zhou Ran interrupted her.

Black flames erupted from his shoulder.

The black-gold baby dragon emerged from his arms, climbed up his arm and shoulder, and bared its fangs at Li Zhiyao.

"You are familiar with the ways of the underworld, so stay at the manor."

"Bai Xuan protects Chen Ya."

"Qin San protects the outer perimeter."

"You staying is more useful than coming with me."

Li Zhiyao remained silent for a moment before finally turning to the side.

His figure swept across the stone steps, his afterimage disappearing along the wall.

The night sky was very low.

Zhou Ran stood in mid-air outside the manor, with his eyes closed.

The vital energy and blood flowed through the meridians.

The Golden Core stage divine sense bit into the dark red energy extending from the manor's underground.

The direction of the Qi is in the southern suburbs of the city.

Abandoned railway bridge.

The place where Xu Changsheng died.

This debt should be settled.

"roar!"

The black-gold dragon raised its head and roared, spewing out a breath of dragon fire.

Zhou Ran took a step forward, holding the Soul-Suppressing Black Blade in one hand.

The sonic boom spread above the manor, tearing through the night wind with flesh.

He crossed the distance of more than ten kilometers by sheer willpower.

After the interest rate is converted.

Zhou Ran fell from mid-air, his feet sinking into the black sewage.

The stench of the underworld assaulted our senses.

The bridge arch was empty.

"Stop hiding."

I see you.

Purple-gold patterns bloomed in the depths of his eyes.

Once the Demonic Eye of Illusion was activated, everything hidden in the bridge arch was revealed.

A layer of yellow paper was laid on the ground.

The yellow paper was covered with cinnabar runes.

A black coffin was buried under sewage, with a ring of bone nails inserted around its edge.

Dark red lines extend from the bone screw.

There is a road leading towards the manor.

The other dozen or so are roaming freely underground in Jiangcheng.

Zhou Ran's fingers touched the hilt of the knife.

It can be split.

With one strike, the bridge archway, along with the coffin and altar, will shatter.

But that's not enough.

Breaking this small altar will only sever one thread.

He wanted the positions of the thirty-six bone nails.

He wanted to tear this whole net apart with one stroke.

"Trying to use this to hook me?"

Zhou Ran chuckled.

"OK."

"I told you to finish laying the wire."

Sewage gushed out, and a cold wind swept out from deep within the bridge arch.

Paper money flew up and stuck to the bridge piers, the ground, and even to the shadows that were hiding.

The next moment, a line of ghostly soldiers emerged from the darkness.

They were covered in tattered armor, their faces devoid of flesh and blood, only bluish-black bones remaining.

Some dragged iron chains, while others carried mourning sticks.

Some had broken arrows stuck in their heads and rotten command flags hanging from their chests.

With each step, black ice formed from the sewage beneath their feet.

The leader of the ghostly soldiers raised his head, his throat gurgling like rust.

"A living person trespassing into the underworld's judicial arena will have their soul seized!"