The organization I founded has been exposed by the reborn!

"Creak—Boom!"

A dull, grating sound of metal hinges scraping together abruptly shattered the brief silence in the balloon hall.

Everyone suddenly looked up.

Directly in front of the hall.

The heavy mahogany door, covered with mottled paint and messy scratches, swung open to both sides without any external force pushing it.

The moment the door opened.

A thick, almost tangible, crimson mist, like a burst dam of blood, gushed out from the crack in the door and spread rapidly along the ground.

Beyond the red mist lies a dark corridor leading to the "backstage dressing room".

The corridor was so deep it seemed to have no end, and even light could not penetrate it.

And from the depths of that endless darkness, a hoarse, intermittent, chillingly manic laugh could be faintly heard.

"Giggle...giggle..."

The laughter was like a blunt knife, ripping at everyone's nerves, causing the agents, who had just crawled back from the brink of death, to tremble uncontrollably once again.

Luo Qingyan stood at the very front of the line.

The pale yellow waters of the River of Oblivion transformed into wisps of nether energy, silently swirling around her and resisting the erosion of the red mist.

Her icy eyes stared directly at the all-consuming darkness behind the door, a chilling murderous intent flashing in them.

She knew it very well.

The Lord of Paradise, who lurks in the shadows and views human life as an absurd drama—the Smiling Clown—is waiting for her at the end of the corridor.

"Director Luo, we'll cover your assault!"

Li Zhengfeng picked up his assault rifle, ready to lead the thirty agents behind him into the corridor.

A slender, fair hand was placed in front of him.

"stop."

Luo Qingyan's voice was icy and undeniably authoritative: "Li Zhengfeng, take your men and guard the door. The battle inside is no longer something you can get involved in."

Li Zhengfeng paused, his resolute face filled with anxiety: "Director Luo! As soldiers, how can we let our commander risk his life alone? This monster is unpredictable; one more person means one more source of firepower!"

"If you go in, you will only become sacrifices to its rules of killing."

Luo Qingyan ruthlessly revealed the cruel reality: "Any one of its hidden rules could wipe you all out in a second. If you go in with me, I'll have to be distracted protecting you."

She turned her head, her cold gaze sweeping over all the remaining agents present.

"Everyone back off and hold your ground. If I fail, immediately send men to weld this door shut with gold. Understand?"

Before Li Zhengfeng could refute her, Luo Qingyan turned around and stepped into the swirling red mist.

The white trench coat fluttered in the cold wind, and the eerie yellow waters of the River of Oblivion surrounded him.

That slender, aloof figure, under the gaze of more than thirty iron-willed soldiers, resembled a god stepping into purgatory, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression and resolve.

……

After passing through the dark corridor that seemed to devour the souls of the living, Luo Qingyan finally stepped into the final room—the backstage dressing room.

The moment I stepped across the threshold, the air temperature plummeted to freezing.

Luo Qingyan's breath instantly condensed into a pale white mist in mid-air.

Using the faint yellow light surrounding her, she could see the scene before her.

This is a dilapidated, moldy, extremely large, and very oppressive room.

On both sides of the room, rows of old European-style dressing mirrors are neatly arranged.

However, most of the mirrors were already broken, and the frames were covered with thick, dark green mold.

The remaining shards of glass refracted a pale red light from the void at an eerie angle in the darkness.

At first glance, it seemed as if countless bloodshot, shattered eyeballs were staring intently at the outsiders who had stepped into this territory.

Luo Qingyan tilted her head slightly.

On the nearly ten-meter-high roof beams, dozens of red and yellow clown costumes were hanging upside down.

These costumes were worn out, pilled, and even stained with dried, blackened bloodstains.

A sudden gust of wind blew by, causing dozens of costumes to sway slightly in mid-air.

Their withered, drooping forms, in this gloomy environment, resembled the skin of dead people that had been peeled off and dried.

The air was thick with the stench of cheap chemical paint mixed with the foul smell of human fat oozing from a highly decomposed corpse, so thick it almost became tangible.

Even just inhaling a single breath can cause severe stomach spasms and intense discomfort.

The eerie organ music outside completely disappeared here.

The room was deathly silent.

Only from the darkest corner of the deepest part of the hall could be heard a rhythmic, leaky breathing sound, like a broken bellows being pulled.

"Heh heh... Heh heh..."

The echoes reverberated in the empty dressing room.

Luo Qingyan slightly raised her eyes.

At the far end of the hall, in front of a huge makeup mirror, a hunched figure stood with his back to her.

It is the Smiling Clown.

It wore a tattered, blackened striped costume, and its sparse red hair on its head resembled dry weeds.

At this moment, it was holding a brush covered in white ash, slowly and methodically applying paint to its torn, severed neck.

Hearing footsteps, the clown stopped what he was doing.

Its head rotated 180 degrees backward at an angle that defied physiological design.

It was a grotesque, laughing face, ripped open with paint all the way to the ears. The grayish-blue rotting flesh was faintly visible beneath the foundation, and the tiny black pupils churned with pure chaos and malice.

"Hehe..."

The clown opened his blood-red maw, and a piercing, dry laugh suddenly erupted from deep within his throat.

[A strange laugh]!

The sound waves were like solid steel needles, instantly shattering the remaining mirror fragments into dust!

The high-frequency mental pollution materialized into a pink sonic boom mist, sweeping towards Luo Qingyan like a tidal wave.

Faced with this mental tsunami that could instantly destroy the rationality of ordinary people, Luo Qingyan remained calm.

She raised her right leg and stomped heavily on the decaying floor.

boom!

The [Road to the Underworld] unfolds instantly.

The void trembled, and a dark, ancient path, overgrown with wistful spider lilies and shrouded in ghostly mist, spread out from her towards the entire dressing room.

The ancient and majestic laws of the underworld have descended.

The black ghostly mist of the Yellow Springs Ancient Path and the clown's pink sonic boom mist collided violently in mid-air.

There was no deafening explosion, only a violent erosion between the laws of higher dimensions.

The extremely cold and yin aura of the underworld forcefully cut into the sound waves, freezing and annihilating the rampant spiritual pollution inch by inch into nothingness!

With his mental attack broken, the clown's smile became extremely distorted.

Its body suddenly shuddered, and dozens of transparent threads, barely visible to the naked eye, shot out from under its costume.

"Click click click!"

From a dark corner came the sound of gears meshing.

Dozens of puppet slaves, wielding rusty boning knives and with mocking smiles painted on their faces, crawled out of the shadows.

Manipulated by the silk threads, they were like a pack of wolves that had smelled blood, rushing madly toward Luo Qingyan on her way to the underworld with bizarre, reversed joint movements.

Their numbers were so great that they could overwhelm a fully armed special operations team in an instant.

Luo Qingyan stood amidst the sea of ​​spider lilies, her cool eyes revealing no emotion whatsoever.

Her fair hands moved swiftly in front of her chest, forming hand seals, and a dazzling, ethereal yellow light burst forth from her fingertips.

"Do you think you're the only one with an army?"

The words fell.

The gray ghostly mist behind Luo Qingyan churned violently.

"Clang! Clang!"

A series of dull, mechanical footsteps in heavy armor echoed from the depths of the Road to the Underworld.

An unbelievable scene unfolded.

Previously, in the second and third levels, the remains of the wooden puppets that had been corroded and melted by the River of Oblivion were now being reassembled and pieced together on the Ancient Road to the Underworld.

They were covered with a thick layer of dark yellow Netherworld energy, and suddenly, a ghastly green soul fire ignited in their empty eye sockets.

His face, which had been mocking and eerie, was now numb, cold, and filled with absolute murderous intent.

【Hyakki Royal Service】!

These monsters have been forcibly assimilated by Luo Qingyan's laws and have been designated as [Yellow Springs Yin Soldiers] who only obey her orders!

"kill."

Luo Qingyan pointed forward with one hand.

Roar!

Dozens of Yin soldiers, each wielding a long, yin-energy-infused blade, let out a unified roar and charged fearlessly toward the clown's puppet army.

boom!

Two inhuman undead legions clashed violently in the cramped dressing room.

Wood chips flew everywhere, and rusted iron broke.

The ghost soldiers' long swords mercilessly severed the puppet's limbs, while the puppet's boning knife, when it struck the ghost soldiers, only caused a few wisps of ghostly energy to splash up.

What made the Joker even more desperate was that the domineering nature of the Law of the Underworld was fully demonstrated at this moment.

On the battlefield, as long as Luo Qingyan's Yin soldiers shatter a puppet, the Yellow Spring Ghost Mist will immediately devour and reassemble its remains.

Within seconds, a brand new Yin soldier from the underworld will stand up, turn around and slash at his former comrade.

This is a long time.

The clown's puppets dwindled with each kill, while Luo Qingyan's ghostly soldiers swelled ever larger!

……

at the same time.

Outside the mahogany door, separated by a wall.

Li Zhengfeng and more than 30 elite agents, armed with assault rifles, were on edge.

Their eyes were fixed on the tightly closed door.

At this moment, the heavy mahogany door was trembling violently, as if it were enduring some unimaginable impact.

Thick, yellowish liquid was seeping out of the cracks in the door.

The chilling Yellow Springs Water fell onto the cement ground, instantly corroding deep pits and sending up plumes of pungent blue smoke.

Inside the door.

The commotion was enough to overturn the worldview of all the materialists present.

Like the roar of thousands of troops charging into battle in the era of cold weapons, the thunderous explosion of clashing weapons, and the mournful howls of countless vengeful ghosts being torn apart, they intertwine to form a symphony of destruction.

The violent energy fluctuations caused the entire amusement park building's main structure to shake violently, and cement debris fell from the ceiling like raindrops.

These elite special forces soldiers, accustomed to modern warfare and having carried out countless assassination missions, were completely frozen in place, their minds blank.

"Captain Li..."

A young operator's Adam's apple bobbed as he asked in a trembling voice, "Is...is this really just one person fighting? How many monsters...are inside?"

Li Zhengfeng wiped the cold sweat from his face; his palms were already soaked with sweat.

He finally understood why Luo Qingyan insisted on keeping them outside the door.

In that kind of battle, their supposedly superior tactical skills and the modern firearms they wielded, capable of piercing steel plates, were truly no different from scrap metal.

Going in would only be a burden.

It slowed down Luo Qingyan's pace.

"Hold the line! No one is allowed to retreat even a single step!"

Li Zhengfeng gritted his teeth and prayed silently in his heart.

"Director Luo...you must win."

"You are the only hope for the Dragon Kingdom."

……

Inside the dressing room, the battle was nearing its end.

Under the overwhelming encirclement and annihilation of the Yellow Springs' Yin Army, the clown's proud puppet army was completely slaughtered and assimilated.

Luo Qingyan stood in the center of the sea of ​​red spider lilies, the pale yellow light making her look like an empress of the underworld.

She raised her eyes, her gaze locking onto the isolated and helpless smiling clown, and her mental power erupted.

"it's over."

Several waterspouts formed from the Weak Water of the River of Oblivion rose from the ground, blocking all of the clown's escape routes and swooping down on it.

Faced with a desperate situation, a hint of resentment flashed across the clown's distorted smiling face.

"Bang!"

Just as the Weak Water was about to touch it, the clown's body exploded with a bang, without any blood or flesh flying out, but instead turned into dozens of red balloons floating in mid-air.

On the surface of each balloon, a pale, pained human face is prominently displayed.

If even one balloon escapes, it can be restored somewhere in a dark corner.

The balloons scattered and fled, desperately trying to squeeze towards the ceiling and vents.

Luo Qingyan snorted coldly.

"Trying to leave?"

"Too late!!"

She clasped her hands together abruptly.

The dense, ghostly mist of the underworld transformed into countless sharp blades, precisely locking onto targets in mid-air.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

A series of rapid explosions rang out.

Dozens of balloons were mercilessly popped in mid-air, turning into ashes.

Only one red balloon with a clown's face remained, trapped in a corner of the ceiling, trembling.

"Ruoshui Town".

Luo Qingyan pressed down with her backhand.

The withered, yellow water transformed into a massive whirlpool, imprisoning the last balloon in its center.

The extremely cold and corrosive power of the yin energy relentlessly eroded the malevolent aura clinging to the balloon, causing it to emit painful cries.

Like a cornered beast, Luo Qingyan gave it no chance to catch its breath.

Her long hair flew wildly, her eyes shone with a deep yellow light, and she suddenly clasped her hands together in front of her chest.

The next moment, her strongest sealing ability, [Exile to the Underworld], was released.

Rumble!

The space at the deepest part of the hall was violently distorted.

Two illusory "Gates of Hell," each over ten meters tall, with a bronze luster and exuding an aura of endless antiquity and vastness, suddenly descended!

The heavy bronze gate slowly opened a crack.

Behind the door lies absolute darkness, a bottomless abyss.

"Waaah—"

Countless pale, bony claws and green-haired ghostly hands, accompanied by deafening howls of evil spirits, frantically reached out from the crack in the door.

They precisely targeted the clown, who had been forced to reveal his true form in the water prison, and clung tightly to his mangled body.

"No...!"

The clown let out a desperate and piercing scream, struggling frantically.

But before the absolute laws of the underworld, all resistance is futile.

The giant skeletal claw exerted its force, dragging the clown deep into the depths of hell.

"Bang!"

The colossal bronze gate slammed shut, transforming into specks of ghostly light that vanished completely into the void.

The endless mists of the underworld will seal it away forever.