After being poisoned by mushrooms, all the strange creatures became fascinated by me.

"Make a big scene, the bigger the better," Lian Sheng said. "Attract all the shadowy figures here!"

She certainly longed to be in danger, but she had other thoughts on her mind:

Tang pear.

Of course, she wouldn't forget that the one in the most dangerous position right now wasn't them, but Tang Li inside the curtain.

Therefore, the more strange things they attract, the fewer strange things go to Tang Li.

"Damn it," Lian Shi cursed under his breath, "What the hell are these things?"

In fact, they didn't need to do anything provocative. The bodies of the other believers gradually found new owners, and more and more shadowy figures who hadn't competed with their kind had already shifted their targets and rushed towards Lian Sheng and Lian Shi.

They are more difficult to deal with than the old woman in blue and others from before.

For Lian Shi, the feeling of chopping off heads was nothing new, but when the blade entered the shadowy figure's neck, it felt as if it had pierced into some kind of semi-liquid, semi-solid paste. The blade was extremely slippery, offering no leverage whatsoever.

The next moment, as if cutting water with a knife, the neck, which had been mostly severed, was restored to its original state.

"Oil." Lian Sheng wasn't in a hurry. His clear eyes scrutinized the strange creatures that couldn't be killed, and he said in a low voice.

"Okay," Lian Shi said. The two had known each other for a long time, and with just a hint, they understood each other's intentions. They moved their feet slightly and changed their positions.

The next moment, Lian Shiqing picked up the torch that had just appeared to his left and swung it sharply at the approaching black shadow.

The dark figure suddenly retreated!

Lian Sheng smiled and said, "It's useful."

Lian Shi waved the torch like a stick, while Lian Sheng looked out for him.

The two silently moved closer to Tang Li's location.

Inside the curtains.

In this space enclosed by white gauze curtains, there should have only been her and the white jade sculpture in front of her. However, she clearly saw another shadow as well.

The torchlight shone through the gauze curtains, and Tang Li felt half of her body stiffen. Her shadow was changing; the originally thin and tall shadow was gradually shrinking, merging with her little by little.

Tang Li suddenly asked, "Is there anyone behind me?"

Silence reigned within the white veil; no one answered her question.

Tang Li's gaze fell on the chaotic and intricate interplay of light and shadow outside, her body clearly tense, yet she slowly began to speak.

"First of all," she said, "if someone were so close to me, I should be able to feel their breath on the back of my neck and hear their breathing."

"But at that moment, I really couldn't hear anyone else breathing."

The moment Tang Li revealed the truth of the matter...

"Huff, huff..."

A heavy sound rang out, initially chaotic, but then becoming rhythmic and increasingly gentle, in sync with Tang Li's breathing.

She even had to imitate breathing sounds, and goosebumps rose densely on Tang Li's arms.

She didn't turn around, and said softly, "Secondly..."

She gathered her strength in her feet, ready to dash out from behind the curtain in the next moment!

"Out of politeness, this person should stay as far away from me as possible!"

however--

In that instant, it was as if a black lightning bolt had suddenly swept across the curtain. The shadowy figure moved with incredible speed, and the next second, it appeared right in front of Tang Li!

Tang Li turned her face away without hesitation, but it was too late. A pair of slender hands suddenly reached out and tightly held her head.

She pressed her face against a face whose features she couldn't make out. They were so close that Tang Li couldn't help but meet its gaze.

It was a face... composed of blocks of color rather than lines and outlines, like an oil painting. Just one glance made Tang Li feel like she had been destined for nearly three months of nightmares.

But she knew whose face it was; it resembled hers.

That familiar face when looking in the mirror seemed to have been crushed by something, crushing the black and white eyes, the high nose, and smoothing out all the lines on the face. As a result, the features shifted and became blurred blocks of color, turning into this strange appearance.

Tang Li knew she shouldn't give it that chance, and she had been trying her best to avoid showing it her face.

The instant she met its gaze, the previously chaotic features of the person opposite her seemed to find their place, resembling some kind of wriggling, colorful, hairy worm, leaving spasmodic marks wherever it crawled. Tang Li's face became the best reference point, and it imitated and replicated it at lightning speed.

But those hands still held her head firmly in place.

Tang Li was no longer as helpless as before. She grabbed the other person's wrists with both hands and pried them outwards with all her might.

At this moment, Tang Li's punch could shatter a stone wall, and she should have easily broken that slender limb. However, when she grasped it, the force she had prepared found nothing.

It was as if she had grasped a fish covered in water or a bar of grease; the other person's wrist slipped easily from her grasp, slippery and without any leverage.

Tang Li then attacked its body, but even the parts that looked like clothes had the same oily feel.

At this point, the other person's face was 70% complete, and apart from the area below the mouth, it was almost identical to Tang Li's.

Tang Li was furious. The dagger carved with balsam flowers was still in her palm. Without hesitation, Tang Li stabbed the other person with the knife!

—But it was completely useless! The needle pierced the body as if it were flowing water, leaving the other party unharmed!

Tang Li seemed to see a mocking smile on her own face opposite her. Enraged, she gritted her teeth and lunged forward, knocking the person to the ground. Using the friction of the ground, she finally managed to hold onto the person in front of her tightly.

In the midst of the chaos, Tang Li suddenly had a flash of inspiration and, holding the other person, rammed straight into the jade sculpture of the balsam flower—isn't this your god? Do you dare to continue struggling? If you break the jade sculpture, you will be disturbing your god!

Realizing Tang Li's intention, the creature struggled, like a slippery fish trying to roll in the opposite direction. But Tang Li, with inexhaustible strength, was unwilling to let it escape so easily. Within the curtain, the two rolled on the ground without any decorum, like two beasts locked in a life-or-death struggle.

Amidst the chaotic barrage of comments, Jiang Hui was using the clearest font to briefly describe wrestling techniques.

Panting, Tang Li uttered a string of names in the eerie ear: "Chen Wanqing, Hong Jiu, Li Chenhao..."

The strange pair of eyes, identical to Tang Li's, suddenly widened.

"You, what's wrong with you...?"

How do you know these names?

These names were the same ones Tang Li had seen on the seals of the wine jars underground. She had suspected that these strange creatures knew each other, and now she saw that it was indeed true.

Tang Li laughed with a mad, ruthless glint in her eyes: "Guess how they are now?"

Taking advantage of the moment when she was distracted by the strange sight, Tang Li suddenly pushed it away—

"They're all dead!"

"--the same as you!"

"Bang!"

And everything will be as Tang Li wishes.

—Its back bumped right into the jade carving.