Strange things happen, and I drive the evil god mad by chasing debts.

A sudden gust of cold wind made everyone more alert.

Shen Qingchan looked outside the door, but there was no one there.

Noticing their intimate posture, she struggled slightly, but the other person didn't let go.

Shen Qingchan: "Let me go!"

"Don't rush." ​​Bai Si still held the person in his arms, even pulling them closer. He comforted the person in his arms, his gaze briefly sweeping over Pei Wuwang.

Pei Wuwang frowned as he stared at the two of them, a strange thought inexplicably arising in his mind—

Very upset.

But he didn't know why he was upset.

He even considered breaking the two of them up.

The moment the idea popped into his head, it startled Pei Wuwang.

Meeting the sharp gaze of his master, he lowered his head somewhat guiltily.

Bai Si smiled and pulled the person in his arms closer, feeling the other's warm body temperature, and...

And that body, brimming with the power of rules.

Intense and pure.

"You're the man who gave me the ring, right?" Shen Qingchan asked unhurriedly.

Bai Si didn't keep her in suspense and answered directly in a low voice, "It's me."

"What did you send me here to do?"

"Um... I'm stuck in a dungeon, so I'd like you to help me." Bai Si casually came up with an excuse.

Shen Qingchan didn't believe it. The opponent's strength level was unknown, but it was above Pei Wuwang.

How could I possibly be trapped in this tiny A-level dungeon?

However, the other party explained, and her reasoning was flawless: "The person who originally entered this instance to impersonate Miss He died. Without Miss He as the key figure, I have no way to break the instance."

Having experienced multiple instances, Pei Wuwang immediately noticed something amiss: "Shouldn't there be a supernatural entity playing this role?"

Shen Qingchan, who had almost believed it, cast a scrutinizing glance at him again.

Bai Si could only sigh and explain, "I killed that monster."

Pei Wuwang: "..."

Bai Si: "Alright, alright, the person is coming over. Miss Shen, please focus on playing the couple with me, so we can pass the level easily."

Shen Qingchan wanted to refuse, after all, there was more than one way to pass the level, but the force with which the other party restrained her was strange, and she couldn't break free.

It was even more forceful than the confinement He Wen had imposed on him.

"You've imprisoned me? Let me go! I'll play along, why are you imprisoning me?"

Bai Si didn't mince words and answered directly, "Of course, it's because I'm afraid Miss Shen won't listen to me."

As soon as he finished speaking, a cold wind swept in again, this time carrying with it a heavy stench of blood.

Shen Qingchan frowned uncomfortably. A ghostly figure flashed by the door and quickly appeared in front of it.

He Xiaomei sensed someone approaching and frantically tried to run, but she couldn't even get a meter away.

A large, cold, stiff hand with terrifying strength suddenly gripped her withered neck tightly.

The force of that hand was so violent it was almost ferocious, showing no mercy whatsoever. With a sudden burst of strength, it lifted her up into the air!

His feet were instantly suspended in mid-air, completely off the ground, and his body hung helplessly in mid-air. The intense feeling of suffocation instantly cut off all breathing.

"Ah...ah ah..."

He Wen's face, already as pale as a dead man's, was now completely twisted and deformed by extreme rage.

The muscles were stiff and taut, and the facial features were disproportionate.

His empty eye sockets were fixed on He Xiaomei, who was struggling in mid-air. His lips were tight, and his voice was low, hoarse, and filled with a chilling coldness: "It was you who brought Xiaoshuang here for a date, wasn't it?"

"Sister...save me...ah...cough cough...ah..." He Xiaomei struggled with both hands. Shen Qingchan saw it and realized that the other's struggles looked exactly like coughing and wheezing.

At this moment, however, the system will not pop up a warning prompting her to wrap the other person in a cotton coat.

Within seconds, He Xiaomei was completely lifeless, leaving only a shriveled corpse.

He Wen's eyes were devoid of any warmth, his face filled with disgust, as if he had touched something filthy and unclean.

He suddenly loosened his grip, casually flicking his wrist, and slammed the man hard onto the ground.

As he ventured deeper into the room, the entire space was suddenly enveloped in a dark and eerie golden halo.

He Wen held a yellowed talisman in his fingertips, the talisman's patterns faintly glowing with a scarlet light in the dark gold light.

In the instant the fingertips twitched, the talisman burst forth with a stream of light, and a sharp, chilling light and shadow took shape as it pierced through the air.

It transformed into a long, narrow, cold, and transparent sword blade, which stood steadily across his chest, locking onto the person in front of him.

His face was deathly pale, his brows and eyes twisted with a chilling, sinister glint. His voice was low and eerie, with an inhuman, hoarse chill: "Today! I'll make you, you scum who seduced my sister, die!"

Seeing this, Shen Qingchan asked in a low voice to the calmly composed head of the Demon Suppression Division who was holding her, "What should we do?"

To everyone's surprise, the other party laughed and said, "I don't know either, but didn't I give you five life-saving talismans?"

Shen Qingchan: "..."

Shen Qingchan was struggling to pull out the rune when the other person pressed her hand down again: "Perhaps, only when I die will this story be complete. What do you think?"

Seeing this, Shen Qingchan nodded and immediately withdrew her hand: "Then you can die."

Bai Si was somewhat taken aback, and a hint of sadness appeared on his face: "She really is a cold and heartless woman."

Seeing the sword hilt about to strike, and the opponent showing no intention of resisting, Shen Qingchan felt a sudden jolt in her heart, and an uncomfortable, dull pain in her chest.

Strange memories belonging to He Shuang and Xie Fan flooded into her mind, making her heart ache and tighten.

An invisible force compelled her to take out the talisman from her sleeve, but before she could, the other person was pierced through the hilt of a sword right before her eyes—

tear-

Blood splattered on her face, and Shen Qingchan's pupils trembled as helplessness and grief welled up in her heart.

My body felt like it was being controlled, and tears streamed down my face uncontrollably.

She watched as her "lover" turned to ashes.

The next second, the sword hilt pointed at him again, but it didn't fall.

He Wen regained his gentle demeanor and softly coaxed, "Little Shuang, come here, come into my arms, and I'll spare your life..."

Seeing this, Pei Wuwang grabbed the hilt of his sword and was about to step forward, but the house was lowered by the formation, and his sword was not drawn, and his body was still imprisoned by the golden iron chains.

"Shen Qingchan! Wake up—" Pei Wuwang shouted loudly, but Shen Qingchan felt as if she had fallen into an abyss, and Pei Wuwang's shouts grew farther and farther away from her ears.

What happened...?

How could this happen...?

Am I really going to die?

Damn Bai Si, it's all because of him!

He slowly retracted the sword hilt and walked over.

I shouldn't die, right...?

There's a life-saving charm in my sleeve, so why can't I control my body?

As Shen Qingchan was thinking, she saw that her hand had finally been raised.

The hand reached into the sleeve, and Shen Qingchan breathed a sigh of relief.

However, the next second, what the hand took out from the sleeve was not some life-saving charm, but a sharp dagger.