An emperor in his later years is summoned by his sister to save the nation's fate.

Xu Tianming put away the tablet and took a deep breath: "It can be confirmed that all of the thousands of people in the entire Black Stone Village are now dead, and have all become slaves of the Tricksters."

"Tch." Upon hearing this, Yan Tu, who was standing nearby, grinned disdainfully, revealing a set of teeth.

He arrogantly declared, "Captain Xu, that's for ordinary people. We now possess S-class supernatural artifacts, so why bother with any killing rules? If it dares to show itself, I'll simply open the gate and summon the Supernatural Gate, then use the artifact's rules to crush it and flatten it!"

Xu Tianming shook his head and said cautiously, "We must not be careless. The killing pattern is a bizarre and absolute law. To be on the safe side, we should go deeper into the village first and see the true form of the monster before we make our move."

The other three nodded, then lined up and stepped into Blackstone Village.

As soon as you pass through the archway at the village entrance, the surrounding environment suddenly changes.

The original mud and straw houses have disappeared, replaced by an ancient cobblestone street adorned with tattered red lanterns.

A cold wind blew by, the lanterns swayed, casting a pale red glow.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

A sound of traditional opera footsteps came from the thick fog ahead.

Soon, a strange slave appeared in front of the group. This was a strange slave transformed into a martial arts actor in a play.

His face was painted with distorted masks, his costume was soaked in blood, and he was dragging a rusty halberd backwards in his hand.

A dense aura of malevolence and a C-level supernatural fluctuation erupted from his body, and without hesitation, he swung his sword down at the four people!

"court death!"

Yan Tu roared.

"boom!"

In the void behind him, a sinister and illusory city gate instantly appeared—the Ghost Gate Pass!

The city gate opened a crack, and the dark energy poured back into Yan Tu's body.

His muscles swelled up, and his veins bulged like dragons.

Strength, speed, and resistance were amplified in that instant.

Facing the slashing Guan Dao, Yan Tu neither dodged nor avoided, but instead unleashed a furious punch!

"Bang!"

The pure power, mixed with the eerie purple fluctuations, was used in a single punch. The demon slave who had become a martial artist was blown apart along with his sword, turning into a cloud of foul-smelling blood mist that dissipated.

"Pathetic." Yan Tu sneered, and then, strange, wailing singing came from both sides of the street corner.

A strangely dressed senior student emerged from the shadows.

This bizarre creature was even more distorted, its chin stretched out to its chest, and its beard was actually woven from the hair of a living person, coiling and strangling towards the crowd like countless venomous snakes, radiating a B-level supernatural aura.

"Whoosh!"

Just as Su Qingyuan was about to make a move, Yan Tu preempted her once again.

He let out a wild laugh, and the amplification of the Ghost Gate reached its peak. He charged into the hair like a cannonball, not caring that the hair was cutting into his flesh. He rushed directly to the old ghost slave, grabbed the other's shoulders with both hands, and tore them apart with force!

"Sizzle—"

The B-grade veteran ghost slave was torn in two like a rag.

With the blessing of the Ghost Gate Pass, Yan Tu is like a bulldozer, easily suppressing any Ghost Slave below Grade A.

The four of them swept through the treacherous cobblestone street with unstoppable momentum.

Finally, the thick fog dissipated, and a well-preserved two-story Chinese opera house appeared before everyone's eyes.

Above the opera stage hangs a black plaque with gold lettering—"Liyuan Spring." Inside the opera stage, there are no electric lights; only the eerie green flames burning on both sides provide illumination.

The moment the four stepped into the theater, a terrifying and oppressive feeling washed over them.

In the main hall on the first floor of the theater, hundreds of ghost slaves were sitting densely packed together!

Some of them had their heads cut off in half, and some had incomplete bodies, but at this moment they were all dressed as spectators, sitting upright in their chairs, staring blankly at the stage in front of them.

On that large wooden stage, the blood had already stained the wooden planks dark black.

Several strange figures dressed in theatrical costumes were stiffly twisting their bodies on stage, singing incomprehensible lyrics.

Just as the four stepped into the theater!

"Thump—!"

A piercing gong suddenly exploded in the minds of the four.

[Ring ring—]

The string of strange spirit-testing bells on Xu Tianming's wrist trembled instantly, and even cracks appeared on their surface!

"Oh no! The killing pattern has been triggered!" Xu Tianming's pupils shrank suddenly. A high-dimensional supernatural power that was completely irresistible, and even the purple monster had no time to react, instantly enveloped the four of them.

The next second, the surrounding scene distorted. When their vision returned to normal, the four were horrified to find that they were no longer standing at the entrance, but had been forcibly teleported to the center of the stage covered in dark red bloodstains!

Furthermore, their 749 Bureau uniforms had disappeared, replaced by heavy and eerie costumes, and their faces were forcibly painted with oil paint!

Yan Tu found himself holding a pair of broad axes, wearing a comical yet menacing short costume, and his face paint transformed him into a martial arts clown—the Blue-Faced Demon.

Su Qingyuan was forced to change into a dark red phoenix coronet and wedding robe, and held a blood-stained handkerchief in her hand. Her makeup was tragic and ferocious, and she played the role of a female lead—the Red-Faced Fierce Woman.

Before Chu Jin could even activate his Thousand Faces of Exorcism, he was forcibly dressed in a golden armor with four protective flags on his back, transforming him into a martial arts performer—the Golden-Faced Guardian.

As the team leader, Xu Tianming now has a long beard on his chin and holds a heavy judge's pen in his hand, forced to play the role of an old man - the Ink-Patterned Judge.

Below the stage, the hundreds of previously silent spectators suddenly raised their heads, their hundreds of empty, resentful eyes fixed on the four people on the stage.

As they awaited their performance, Xu Tianming's hand holding the judge's pen trembled slightly, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

He used the brief moment of clarity during the nightmare within his body to sense the indescribable, abyss-like supernatural rules that enveloped the entire theater, and his face turned slightly pale.

"No... this isn't a Class A incident..."

Xu Tianming's throat was dry, and he said in a low voice, "The rules of this monster are too complete... It doesn't seem like an independent A-level monster at all; it's more like... a piece of a puzzle from an S-level monster that transcends all living beings!"

"Its true supernatural intensity almost reaches A+ level!"

Upon hearing this, on the stage, Yan Tu, who had been arrogant because of the Guimen Pass, as well as Su Qingyuan and Chu Jin, all changed their expressions drastically.

A+ level of bizarre!

This is something that, according to the headquarters archives, can almost be described as "city-destroying level"!

If its rules were fully implemented, not only Blackstone Village, but the entire Tianhai City could be transformed into a desolate and eerie realm overnight.

How could something like this exist in this remote little mountain village?