Warning! The evil god's minions are invading the eerie dungeon.

The darkness ahead gradually cleared, and a heavy, rusty bronze door suddenly appeared.

"Hehehe...hehehe..."

A faint, ethereal laugh echoed from behind the door.

"Step back, be careful not to get caught in the crossfire."

Qi Xie used one hand to swing the Blood Axe, then switched to holding it with both hands, squinting at the bronze door in front of him.

Wang Shan hesitated for a moment before saying:

"Actually, I can help too..."

"ah!!!!"

A high-pitched shriek suddenly came from behind the door, and the terrifying sound wave shattered the glass frame of the picture hanging on the wall instantly through the thick bronze door!

A deafening buzzing sound rang in Qi Xie's ears, making his eardrums ache, and he couldn't help but frown!

boom!!!

The nearly half-ton bronze door was blasted away by the sonic wave, revealing a woman with a ferocious and terrifying face behind it.

The woman was dressed in a half-red, half-white wedding gown for a ghost marriage, with pale white silk ribbons wrapped around the edges.

The cut is old-fashioned and loose, the embroidery is dull and obscure, and there are no festive dragons and phoenixes, but instead lotus patterns of rebirth.

Her hair was adorned with a plain white paper flower, and her disheveled hair covered most of her face.

The woman's exposed skin was a strange bluish-black, her eyes were deathly white, and she had sharp teeth and claws, making her look extremely menacing!

Wang Shan realized the reality in just one second:

"Mr. Qi, please be careful, because of the rule that ghost couples can share power, the ghost bride is very dangerous..."

boom! ! !

Qi Xie strode forward and kicked the flying bronze door.

The bronze door flew back even faster than it had come, smashing into the ghost bride's face and sending her crashing back after her grand entrance.

"It was a bit noisy just now, I didn't hear you clearly, did you say something?"

Qi Xie picked at his ear and turned his head in confusion.

Wang Shan: "..."

Bai Yiyi, used to this, immediately began to back away, saying as she did so:

"That's just Mr. Qi's style, you'll get used to it... At least you're right about one thing, the ghost bride is indeed in danger now."

Before the words were even finished, a lithe figure had already pounced out, leaving a trail of blood.

The ghost bride struggled to sit up, trying to push open the bronze door on her face.

call out!

Qi Xie dragged the Blood Axe high into the air, then slammed down with his entire weight, delivering a War Stomp to the door, landing right where the Ghost Bride's face was.

Boom!

The bronze door visibly shrank by a few centimeters, and a creaking sound of bone cracking seemed to come from under the door panel, making the two people in the live broadcast room and the audience shudder and feel a dull pain all over their bodies.

That's an incredibly brutal fighting style!

"What are you yelling about?"

Qi Xie raised the blood axe high with both hands, a murderous glint flashing in his eyes, his tone very displeased:

"Didn't it say so in the rules?"

Bang!

The blood axe slammed into the bronze door, sparks flying. The terrifying force, combined with the astonishingly sharp axe blade, pierced through the door panel and struck the ghost bride!

"ah!!!"

A mournful cry came from below the door.

Qi Xie raised the Blood Axe again:

"please!"

Bang!

"do not!"

Bang!

"big!"

Bang!

"Voice!"

Bang!

"noise!"

Bang!

"Whoosh!"

Bang!

"You, Erdoron!?"

Bang bang bang bang bang—!

As Qi Xie spoke, he slashed, each word accompanied by a slash, causing the viewers in the live stream to tremble.

It chops once and then shakes.

It chops once and then shakes.

The ghost bride was wailing at first, and even stretched out her hand with sharp claws to try to attack Qi Xie, but Qi Xie swiftly chopped it off with an axe and then continued chopping soybean paste through the door.

The live stream was silent for a long time before a single comment appeared:

If I remember correctly, these rules are meant to be followed by people...

After chopping eleven times, just as Qi Xie raised his blood axe for the twelfth time to swing it down again, he felt a force suddenly pull the axe back.

"Um?"

He looked up and saw several strands of black hair wrapped around the axe handle, and the source of the hair was the door panel beneath his feet.

The next second, an inexplicable force came from under the door, violently lifting the door and Qi Xie above it open!

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At the same time that Qi Xie bumps into the ghost bride, Di Ao and Xue Jiao, who are slapped into the eerie room, also encounter the ghost groom.

"Ouch, damn it! I almost smashed your big ass into four pieces!"

After being slapped away, Di'ao landed on his buttocks first, slamming onto a stool. He clutched his buttocks and staggered to his feet, groaning in pain.

His experience of clearing dungeons multiple times made him subconsciously observe his surroundings first.

The first thing you see is a striking bright red.

Dark red silk draped the curtains, the carved wedding bed was covered with a bright red mandarin duck brocade quilt, square "double happiness" characters were pasted on the wall, and red candles burned quietly on the table, their flames green and emitting a faint green light.

The room was decorated with wedding ornaments, which looked neat and festive, just like a newlywed's bridal chamber.

However, a closer look at the details reveals a chilling truth.

The edges of the "double happiness" character were ashen, and the paper was slightly curled and drooping, as if it had been pasted up for more than ten years.

On the old camphor wood dressing table, there was a red veil and a bronze mirror. The mirror was covered with a layer of cold mist, and upon closer inspection, it only reflected a deep blood color, without showing any human figure.

The whole room was brightly lit, but there was no festive feeling at all. Instead, there was a chilling, eerie silence that made people feel uneasy.

"Ouch, damn it... Where did this come from...?"

A bead of cold sweat trickled down Di'ao's forehead.

The ghost bride instance, the groom in a ghost wedding dress, and the wedding room—these three things are connected. Anyone with a brain knows this place must be a place of extreme evil.

We have to run!

As this thought flashed through Di'ao's mind, the eerie ghost groom, resembling a stick insect, had already peeked in through the doorway. His long tongue dangled on the ground, and his empty eye sockets were wandering over Di'ao and Xuejiao, seemingly contemplating which one to eat first.

It was blocking the doorway.

Dio's eyes gradually hardened:

"Damn it! I'm a mid-level cultivator, after all. Even if I can't win in a fight, can't I at least run away?"

Di'ao pursed his lips and quietly reached into his pocket.

He actually had a level four sealed storage item sewn into his pocket, which is why he could carry so many things without hindering his movement. He wore work pants to conceal this, so as not to be targeted by people with ill intentions.

He also possesses a level four combat-grade sealed artifact. Even if he can't defeat the restricted-level Ghost Bridegroom, he should be able to withstand some damage and escape...

"Brother Dio..."

Just then, a mournful wail, tinged with sobs, came from behind.

Di Ao was startled and turned to look.

Xuejiao was sitting under the dressing table, blood streaming down her forehead, as if she had just hit the dressing table.

She looked at the ghost groom at the door with a terrified expression, her lips pale and her pupils slightly contracted.

Her gaze shifted to Di'ao, her eyes filled with tears and pleading. Her voice trembled with sobs as she said:

"No...don't leave me..."

Di'ao's throat tightened, and he couldn't speak.

The ghost groom had already stepped into the room, his foul-smelling saliva dripping all over the floor, his dark eye sockets fixed on Di Ao.

Di'ao stared intently at the ghost groom, swallowing hard. Countless thoughts churned wildly in his mind, a fierce internal struggle raging within him.

He's an intermediate-level cultivator, so escaping from a restricted-level monster shouldn't be a problem. Especially if he escapes, the Ghost Bridegroom's target will likely shift to the weaker Xue Jiao, making it easier for him to escape. However, Xue Jiao has virtually no chance of survival...

"Please...please...I don't want to die..."

Xuejiao cried out softly.

Dio's breathing grew heavier, and bloodshot veins appeared in his wide eyes.

The ghost groom had already reached out and slapped him!

when!

With a sharp crack, a long knife was pulled from the pocket of the overalls and held firmly against the ghost groom's hand.

The ghost groom tilted his head and looked down at the area below his obscured hand.

Di'ao was bent over by the terrifying force, his hands pressing against the blade, barely managing to withstand the Ghost Bridegroom's attack. His eyes were bloodshot as he roared and cursed:

"You son of a bitch! You're restricted level, and I'm intermediate level. Do you really think I'm afraid of you?!"

Whether we win or not, we're all going to die anyway!

This is still being streamed live! If people see me, a grown man, dying behind a woman, how embarrassing would that be?!

How can I ever hold my head up in the community again?!

He roared to encourage himself, gritted his teeth and strained with all his might, managing to forcefully push away the ghost groom's hand and make the ghost groom stagger.

"Fuck your mother! Even if your head falls off, you'll still have a huge scar. I'll fight you to the death!!!"

With bloodshot eyes, Di Ao roared and charged at the ghost groom, brandishing his knife.

Behind him, Xuejiao took a few breaths, catching her breath, and her eyes darted around, observing her surroundings.

Suddenly, her gaze settled on the dressing table beside her, where a red veil and a bronze mirror lay...

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