Eighteen Ghost Emperors of my ancestors, how dare you make me live in terror?

"Lu Ye!!!"

"Give me back my brother's life!!"

A middle-aged couple with tears on their faces, along with a group of people, surrounded a young man at the head of the group, blocking their way.

"Jiang'er, it's him! He killed your brother in the bizarre dungeon! Waaaaah, Mom and Dad saw it with our own eyes!"

"Waaaaah, you absolutely have to avenge your brother!"

The woman stared at Lu Ye with resentful eyes.

Lu Ye turned to look at Wu Qing: "It seems like someone wants to kill me."

"Are you planning to do it yourself, or do you want me to help you?" Wu Qing's response was indifferent.

Liu Zijiang's eyes narrowed upon hearing this, and he quickly stepped forward and slammed a contract in front of Lu Ye.

"This has nothing to do with anyone else, I'm going to fight you to the death! If you don't, you're a coward!"

She's so cunning.

Seeing that someone was protecting him, he actually took the initiative to challenge him to a solo match.

"Then it seems I'll have to do it myself." Lu Ye stepped forward.

Once a deathmatch invitation is issued, the challenger cannot refuse.

"How do I accept ranked match invitations?"

Write your name down!

"A pen? Hmm...you don't have one, right?"

Lu Ye picked up the deathmatch contract from the ground. He had never seen this thing before, so he wasn't very clear about the process.

However, after taking another look, he saw that the strange, fine, and blood-red lines slowly emerged from the contract, eventually forming the two characters "Lu Ye" in the last column.

The signing was completed, the invitation was established, and the deathmatch pact slowly dissipated.

"Liu Zijiang, a second-year student, possesses B-level monster-controlling ability, at the 'Soul' Realm!"

"Lu Ye, a freshman in the Du'e Class, possesses S-level ability to control strange creatures, at the 'Contract' realm."

I don't know which idiot came up with this rule that requires revealing personal information during a deathmatch.

In addition to the level of the Deception ability, which represents combat power.

The Master of Deception is further divided into nine realms.

Realm of Covenant, Realm of Soul, Realm of Erosion, Realm of Enchantment, Realm of Deception, Realm of Shadows, Realm of Candlelight, Realm of Extinction, Realm of Reincarnation.

The ability to defend against evil spirits is very important.

However, the level of the Ghost Master is also important.

For example, a player at the "Qi" realm with the highest level of S-rank anti-deception ability faces a player at the "Zhuming" realm with the highest level of D-rank ability.

Even if their ability to control ghosts is several levels higher, they're still just easy prey.

"Ha, you dare to call yourself S-level without even being certified?"

"Try it if you don't believe me." Lu Ye beckoned with his finger.

S-rank is one in ten thousand, it's normal for ordinary Ghost Masters to have never seen it.

The principal took out some melon seeds from his pocket and distributed them to Wu Qing and the others. "Take a good look, they're S-rank! This is their first time showing their strength, so please support them later."

An S-rank character appeared, and it was the first time he cleared the bizarre dungeon. Lu Yeren definitely can't be kept here.

But at the spoils distribution meeting later, I'll try to get more subsidies.

"The Blood Prison, the Demonic Hell!"

Liu Zijiang's blood-red eyes suddenly turned pure black, and an eerie aura emanated from his body.

Unbeknownst to anyone, Jiang Xia had been imprisoned in a gloomy and terrifying jail.

Eerie blue torches flickered on the walls, illuminating various mottled and horrifying instruments of torture. Hanging from the ceiling were bloodied, severed limbs and mutilated bodies—skinned, bones shattered, tendons pulled out...

A boning knife appeared in Liu Zijiang's hand as he walked forward, with seven or eight eerie shadows gradually emerging behind him.

There are jailers, ghosts of the unjustly killed, and executioners carrying dozens of cruel instruments of torture on their backs, the largest of all.

"This B-grade 'Soul' Realm weapon is pretty good," a man in a suit commented while cracking sunflower seeds. "It's good at torturing people; it's best used for interrogation."

"It was obtained from the B-rank eerie dungeon, Blood Prison, right?"

"His cultivation level is even one realm higher than his; this is going to be interesting."

The largest executioner, accompanied by a group of henchmen, slowly approached, accompanied by a monstrous aura of bloodlust.

Liu Zijiang's figure was faintly visible in the blood mist, and his voice could still be heard.

"Don't worry, I'll make you experience all eighteen kinds of torture, let you watch your own skin being peeled off layer by layer, a fate worse than death!"

Chest area.

The tattoo of the female ghost on the wedding dress, embroidered with red thread, is slowly heating up.

It subtly exuded an aura of anger and ferocity.

Lu Ye patted him on the shoulder, "Good boy, you don't need to help."

Looking down at my hands, I saw several red lines, like blood vessels, moving nimbly between my fingers.

Others wanted to see the ability to control ghosts that he had acquired, and Lu Ye himself wanted to see it too.

Those who control supernatural beings can usually gain an ability from supernatural beings, such as Ling Xin'er's [Wedding Dress].

But he's different.

What he obtained was the true form of the wedding dress-clad female ghost.

Therefore, all of its abilities can be replicated.

Ling Xin'er's wedding dress is grade A.

The red threads that crisscross his body are one of the hidden abilities of the Bride in the Wedding Dress.

S-rank, [Red Thread - Thousand Curses].

The fingers danced lightly, as if playing the piano.

The executioner ghost and the other prison guard ghosts who were moving in this direction suddenly stopped, as if the space beside them was imprisoned by something, and they could no longer move an inch.

"Huh?"

The executioner stared blankly at his arm, which seemed to be nailed to mid-air.

I saw a red thread.

Thousands upon thousands of shimmering red lines pierced through its body, its skin, flesh, and bones...

Tighten, straighten.

The next moment, the view in front of me suddenly turned upside down.

His head had fallen off sometime during the day and was rolling off.

Glug glug.

A huge, ferocious head rolled a long way on the ground and came to a stop.

In its last remaining vision, it saw itself cut into countless pieces of varying sizes.

And its little brothers, who silently shattered into pieces.

"puff--!!!"

In the blood mist, Liu Zijiang simultaneously looked up and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Startled, I turned my head and saw with my own eyes an inconspicuous red line that had quietly appeared on my arm.

Then came the chest, thighs, head... red threads seemed to grow from every inch of flesh.

But instead of cutting him as before, these red threads wriggled and knotted together, instantly binding him into an immobile cocoon.

The sounds of gongs and drums echoed from the gloomy prison.

Suddenly, a festive procession burst into the illusion of the Blood Prison. Several burly paper figures carried a red sedan chair to him, while short, ghostly figures swarmed forward.

Without a word, they lifted him up and threw him into the bridal sedan chair.

Then they lifted the bridal sedan chair again and happily carried the couple away together in a flash.

It vanished in an instant.

【Bridal Sedan Chair - A Joyous Funeral】.

The illusion vanished.

Liu Zijiang also disappeared.

Only Lu Ye remained standing there.

"Jiang'er...you...where did you take my Jiang'er?"

The middle-aged couple stared blankly at Lu Ye, as did the others.

"Sorry, to be honest, I don't know where it was sent."

Lu Ye looked apologetic, then confidently patted his chest.

"But don't worry, they'll definitely never come back."

"ah!!!!"

"Kill him! Kill him right now!!!"

"All of you, go! The Liu family will take responsibility for any consequences!"

After losing two beloved sons in succession, the middle-aged couple completely lost their minds.

Previously, Liu Zitao's death was blamed on him, and now Liu Zijiang has been added to the list.

"I understand how you feel. Why don't you take a closer look at the current situation?" Lu Ye advised tactfully.

In the current situation, if he were to lose even a single hair today, he would be letting society down.

"Don't think you're safe just because you've awakened some kind of weird power! My Liu family will go bankrupt to kill you!"

Well, it's obvious they couldn't persuade him to go through with it.

Never mind then.

Lu also took a step back.

call--

A slight, chilly breeze blew by.

Of the dozen or so people who rushed over, all but Liu Zitao and Liu Zijiang's parents were blown to ashes by the wind.

scattered.

"The Liu family? I know many Liu families, but I don't think yours is one of them."

The man in the smart suit rubbed his fingers together, a ghostly figure flashed behind him, and he smiled broadly.

"Alright, let's just call you the Liu family of Jiangcheng for now. From today onwards, there is no Liu family in Jiangcheng."

He added, "Whatever the consequences, my Ghost Industry Group will take responsibility, right?"

Lu also shrugged at the middle-aged couple: "Hey, that's what you call professional."

"I'm gone."

Wu Qing gestured for him to follow.

"Are you truly at the 'Qi' realm?"

"perhaps?"

"Hehe, I'm starting to like you a little."

"Then you'll have to ask my ancestors first."