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

"This stuff is useless to me; I only need good karma."

"But for you..."

She gently tapped Zhou Ran's chest with her finger.

"Your half-baked Buddhist supernatural powers only have 'power' but no 'will'."

With a gentle press of her pale fingertips.

"Without this one ingredient, your Great Sun Tathagata Mantra will not produce a Buddha, but a demonic obstacle."

The weight of that finger was like that of Mount Sumeru.

Following the fingertips, it pressed forcefully into Zhou Ran's heart.

Zhou Ran's pupils suddenly contracted.

pain.

That was scalding hot golden liquid being forcibly poured into the icy demonic veins.

It is the excruciating pain of two completely different forces being violently forged together.

Deep within the sea of ​​consciousness.

The lotus platform, which was originally as black as ink, was now coated with a thick layer of dark gold.

The previously restless black jade unicorn was struck by this immense power of will and instantly became docile.

It obediently sat beneath the lotus throne, emitting a low growl.

The demonic energy was no longer ethereal, but had become heavy.

Buddha and demon coexist, the golden body is first cast.

Although his cultivation level is still at the mid-Foundation Establishment stage.

But Zhou Ran felt that even a casual punch he threw carried a strong Buddhist quality.

Li Zhiyao withdrew her hand, took out a handkerchief from her bosom, and wiped her fingertips with disdain.

"Alright, stop acting like you've taken advantage of me."

"You've profited from this."

Zhou Ran twisted his neck, feeling incredibly refreshed.

He glanced at Li Zhiyao.

The greed in his eyes was undisguised.

"Don't stop!"

Zhou Ran took a step forward, his muscular arm swirling with black and red, radiating intense heat.

"Grandma, I'm not full yet."

"This amount isn't even enough to fill a tooth gap."

"Again."

Li Zhiyao paused upon hearing this.

She casually tossed the handkerchief she had used to wipe her hands aside, and it turned into a pile of ashes before it even hit the ground.

"roll."

His pronunciation was clear and resonant, as cold and hard as iron.

"Merit is a consumable resource. The remaining wishes of those departed souls from last night are all here."

She raised her chin and tapped Zhou Ran's pocket.

"Want more?"

"Go get to work."

"Kill everyone on the list and appease the resentment of those tens of thousands of dead souls, and His Highness will naturally settle the score for you."

"You are a knife, a knife is only for killing, don't ask your employer for a reward."

Zhou Ran grinned and patted his chest.

"OK."

"Even a mosquito's leg is meat, so I'll take this job."

He flicked his cigarette ash and then changed the subject.

"You just said that you are a 'reincarnator'."

"Are there many monsters like you in this world, old and immortal?"

This is a crucial question.

If the world were full of these ancient witches who have lived for thousands of years.

Why should he continue being the Demon Emperor? He should just go back to Jiangcheng and settle down with his wife, kids, and a warm bed.

After all, they are backed by forces from the underworld.

If someone opposes you, you won't be able to handle the affairs of the underworld.

Li Zhiyao turned around and walked towards the dark coffin.

His shadow stretched extremely long in the candlelight, exuding an indescribable desolation.

"not much."

"But it's definitely not a small number."

You can think of this world as a layered cake.

Ordinary people live on the surface of the dough, while cultivators live in the space between it and the surface.

"And we..."

She reached out and stroked the withered old tree in the coffin.

"Living inside spoiled filling."

"Zhou Ran, do you think obtaining the Qilin Arm was a coincidence?"

"You think finding my brother's bones was just luck?"

Li Zhiyao turned her head, and for the first time, her lifeless eyes showed a flicker of emotion.

There are no coincidences in the world; all coincidences are the result of long-planned inevitability.

"The Song family wants to steal the nation's destiny; that breaks the rules."

"The Black Dragon Society is trying to cause trouble; that disrupts the natural order of things."

"And you..."

"You are a variable."

"The only variable."

Li Zhiyao said no more and waved her sleeve wearily.

I'm tired.

"Now that you've taken the deposit, get to work."

"Come back and get that bone from your aunt after you've killed everyone on the list."

Zhou Ran wanted to ask more questions.

For example, how are the powers in the underworld divided?

How high is the cultivation level of the Ten Kings of Hell?

For example, how exactly did her brother forge himself into a weapon?

But Li Zhiyao didn't give him a chance at all.

She simply made a gesture as if shooing away a fly at Zhou Ran.

"see a visitor out."

hum-

There were no dazzling lights or shadows.

But abruptly, the world was cut off.

It's as if someone takes scissors and cuts the scene in front of them into pieces, then pastes them onto another picture.

One second ago, the Li Mansion was filled with the fragrance of sandalwood and had a sinister atmosphere.

next second.

A cold wind, carrying the stench of rotting sewers, blew in.

Zhou Ran stood on a barren piece of land.

Underfoot were waist-high weeds, and in the distance were several crooked trees covered with tattered plastic bags.

In front of me was a huge foundation pit for an unfinished building, filled with black water and several dead rats floating in it.

That eerie house, that courtyard where the living dead knelt in worship, seemed to have never existed.

Holy crap!

"Boss..."

"Are we possessed by an evil spirit?"

From the pocket, Bai Xuan poked out a mushroom-shaped head, its beady green eyes wide open.

"Where did that huge haunted house go?"

"Where is that crazy woman?"

"And those living dead..."

pat.

A light piece of paper floated down from mid-air and landed on Zhou Ran's shoulder.

Zhou Ran pinched it between two fingers.

It is a paper-cut figure.

It's the size of a palm, crudely cut, and the single eye is dotted with ink.

At that moment, the paper figure lay in his palm, and its single, ink-stained eye blinked strangely.

It was as if they were monitoring them.

Zhou Ran, expressionless, stuffed the paper figure into his shirt pocket and placed it close to his heart.

This must be the paper figure that Li Zhiyao used to assist him.

He activated his purple-gold demonic eyes and scanned the wilderness.

There is no residual spiritual energy.

There was no fluctuation in the formation.

Even the causal chain is severed cleanly here.

Is this the method of the "Reincarnators"?

"This is indeed quite interesting."

Zhou Ran took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and a flash of magic fire appeared at his fingertips.

I took a deep breath, and the pungent smoke filled my lungs, dispelling the coffin smell that had settled on me.

The waves in the capital were bigger than he had imagined.

However, the bigger the waves, the more expensive the fish.

Anyway, the benefits have already been reaped.

The surging golden will power within him was just waiting for an outlet.

He pulled the list out of his pocket.

Using the light filtering through the shade of the trees, my gaze fell on the first name listed.

Song Tiannan

Location: Lanting Yashe

[Note: The Song family's black money steward is responsible for money laundering and asset transfer, and holds half of the keys to the Song family's overseas accounts.]

"Lanting Elegant Abode?"

Zhou Ran exhaled a smoke ring, a cruel smile curving his lips.

The fat man mentioned this place.

The pinnacle of extravagance in Beijing is where even a glass of plain water can fetch an exorbitant price of 888 yuan; the place is frequented by the powerful and wealthy.

That was the place the Song family used to entertain "distinguished guests" and, incidentally, launder their ill-gotten gains.

Very elegant.

Suitable for murder.

"Since we're going to kill them, let's start with the fattest pig."

Zhou Ran threw the cigarette butt into the stinking ditch in front of him, and the spark went out with a "hiss" in the black water.

"White Umbrella, stop playing dead."

"Get to work."