After I stopped trying, a rich woman trained me into a demon emperor.

Zhou Ran's gaze swept across the courtyard, taking in every detail.

Only when you get close can that chilling aura seep into your pores.

Those "people" kneeling on the ground.

His clothes had long since decayed into a gray net, hanging on his withered body, crumbling and falling off with every passing breeze.

The most bizarre thing is that these things are still breathing.

Its chest rises and falls very slowly; you have to stare at it for a quarter of an hour to catch that last breath.

His skin was deathly pale, the color of dead flesh that had never seen the light of day.

The veins underneath were bluish-black, resembling several fat earthworms wriggling beneath the skin.

The Living Dead Stakes.

Locking the soul inside the body, sealing off the five senses, leaving no way to live and no way to die.

Even in the world of demonic cultivation, few can handle this form of torture with such skill.

There was movement behind the screen.

A hand pushed open the painted screen depicting a procession of a hundred demons.

Her hands were extremely white, without a trace of blood.

Li Zhiyao came out.

The dark green cheongsam wrapped around her figure, but instead of suppressing her deathly aura, it made her look like a beautiful corpse just dug out of a grave.

However, this outfit makes her look exactly like a "little zombie girl".

It really has a unique charm.

She wasn't holding a compass.

Holding a large pair of iron shears used for pruning flower branches.

Click.

The blades snapped shut, and a branch of the withered tree inside the coffin broke off with a snap.

No sap flowed from the broken section.

Crimson blood was sizzling out.

"Grows too slowly."

Li Zhiyao spoke casually, her eyes sweeping over the group of people kneeling on the ground.

Zhou Ran raised an eyebrow and tapped the "fertilizer" on the ground with his chin.

"You're playing a fancy game, aren't you? Growing a tree with a living person?"

"Any objections?"

Li Zhiyao turned her head.

The sharp blade of the scissors was pointing at Zhou Ran.

"This row consists of my cousins ​​who pushed me into the lotus pond in the backyard when I was six years old."

The scissors twitched, pointing at the man on the far left.

His kneecap was already shattered, and the rotten flesh had grown together with the floor tiles.

"That butler, who was eating sunflower seeds next to me when I fell into the water."

The scissors turned again, pointing to an old woman with a face full of wrinkles on the right.

"This is even more interesting. She thought I had too much yin energy and would kill her son, so she stuffed a toad into my bed in the middle of the night."

Li Zhiyao spoke in a calm tone, as if she were picking out cabbages at a vegetable market.

"I'm petty and can't tolerate any flaws."

"Since they like to bully orphans and widows."

I was thinking, this mansion is too deserted, why don't you stay and keep me company?

"Kneel here, protect me from evil, and nourish the trees for me."

"This kneeling must have been going on for a thousand years."

She tilted her head as she said this.

His dark pupils held a neurotic innocence as he stared intently at Zhou Ran.

"Tell me, did I do the right thing?"

The white mushroom in Zhou Ran's pocket trembled violently, its cap tightly clenched into a fist.

This woman...

Top-notch lunatic!

Six-year-old Chen Zhima Languzi has remembered this for a thousand years!

That's incredibly lucky that Qin Hui didn't run into her.

Instead of killing them outright, they were turned into living stakes, forced to kneel here day and night to suffer.

Zhou Ran laughed.

Snapped.

Snapped.

Snapped.

Applause erupted in the deathly quiet funeral hall, sounding exceptionally crisp.

"Well done."

Zhou Ran walked up to the butler-like undead and patted his stiff face.

It was icy cold to the touch, like touching a piece of frozen, hardened cured meat.

"Making the most of everything is what we call environmental protection."

Zhou Ran turned around and looked at Li Zhiyao.

The disdainful look they used to give to people who were mentally ill is gone.

Instead, there is an appreciation for encountering someone like oneself.

"Some people are just wasting air by living; they might as well be turned into batteries, which can also emit light and heat."

"I thought you were just a charlatan."

Zhou Ran grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth.

"Now it seems I'm starting to admire you."

Li Zhiyao stared at Zhou Ran for several seconds.

In the past, those self-proclaimed righteous cultivators, upon seeing this scene, would either point their fingers at the woman and curse her as a demoness, or be so frightened that they would wet themselves in fear.

This is the first person to praise her for being environmentally conscious.

"Since we're on the same page, that makes things easier."

Li Zhiyao put away the scissors and took out a stack of yellow paper from her sleeve.

It's not a talisman.

It's a list.

"Although Song Wuji was destroyed, his disciples and followers, as well as the Song family's henchmen in the secular world, are still alive and kicking."

"These people are burdened with karma, also known as 'karmic debts'."

She handed the list to Zhou Ran.

"Reincarnation has its own rules, and I cannot interfere in matters of the mortal realm."

"Your mission is to send them to hell."

Zhou Ran took the list and glanced at it.

Good guy.

The manager of an underground bank, a tycoon who controls half of the entertainment industry, and even several high-ranking "honored guests".

This isn't a list; it's clearly a blood vessel diagram of the Song family.

"These people's lives are yours."

Li Zhiyao pointed to the one-eyed paper figure at the door.

"The soul belongs to it."

"It follows you and is responsible for collecting the corpses."

The paper figure understood, its neck snapped 180 degrees, and the drawn mouth split open to its ears.

Zhou Ran put the list into his pocket.

"So, I not only have to be your henchman, but also your babysitter?"

"Don't talk to me about saving the world, I don't believe in that."

Zhou Ran took a step forward.

The black flames on the Qilin arm shot up three feet high, revealing an undisguised greed.

"Where exactly is that Qilin spine bone?"

"Also, since this is a side job for you, how will you be paid?"

"My appearance fee is very high."

"If we count by the number of people, this list has over a hundred. Can your Li family afford to pay for it?"

Li Zhiyao remained silent.

She looked at Zhou Ran quietly.

then.

She lifted her foot and took a step towards Zhou Ran.

The distance between the two people has shrunk to less than ten centimeters.

Zhou Ran was so close that he could smell the faint sandalwood scent of a coffin emanating from her.

Followed by.

She raised her slender right hand and stretched it straight towards Zhou Ran's chest.

Zhou Ran almost instinctively shrank back.

The unicorn arm suddenly stretched across his chest, the dark red heat distorting the air.

What are you doing?

Zhou Ran's eyes were wary.

Could it be...?

Is it just that you're craving your own body again?

"I sell my art, not my body."

"If you're lonely, there's a club 800 meters to the right after you go out. The young men there are not only young, but also durable."

Li Zhiyao's hand was suspended in mid-air.

A crack finally appeared on that refined and rigid face.

I laughed out of anger.

"nerve."

Li Zhiyao rolled her eyes, revealing an innocent-looking expression.

"With your build?"

She glanced at Zhou Ran with disdain.

"Although my brother's bones are supporting it, the inside is as messy as a garbage dump."

Neither Buddha nor demon.

"I find it dirty."

After saying that, she completely ignored the protective aura around her.

That pale hand forcefully pierced through the intense heat of the Qilin Arm.

Snapped!

It was pressed firmly against Zhou Ran's heart.

Zhou Ran was about to explode.

next second.

A warm current surged violently into his heart from that icy palm.

It's not spiritual power.

It's not a malevolent spirit.

It was a golden energy that was pure to the extreme, carrying a sacred and profound feeling.

"Hmm!"

Zhou Ran let out a muffled groan and froze on the spot.

Once this energy enters the body, it's like molten gold poured onto snow.

Deep within the mind.

The black lotus seemed to be stimulated by this power, swaying wildly.

The original black lotus platform suddenly shone with golden light.

The most outrageous.

The black jade unicorn, suppressed beneath the lotus platform, became docile upon encountering this golden light.

"This is……"

Zhou Ran stared wide-eyed, sensing the changes within her body.

Li Zhiyao's voice rang in my ears, still cold, but less harsh.

"Those departed souls owe you a thank you."

"This is both merit and the power of a vow."

"I may be crazy, but I don't renege on my debts."