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

Presidential Suite, Hyatt Regency Jiangcheng Hotel.

The strong smell of blood and the cloying sweetness of some kind of aphrodisiac incense mingled together in the air, creating a strange odor.

Xiao Rou knelt on the messy waterbed, her black veil slipping off her shoulders, revealing large patches of skin glistening with cold sweat.

Her fingertips dug into the mattress, and the still-damp black blood at the corner of her mouth was even more shocking under the crystal chandelier.

"Hahaha……"

A series of suppressed, broken laughs escaped her throat, her chest heaving violently.

Just now, that tyrannical and unreasonable force, through the connection of the Gu technique, crushed her natal Gu along with her soul.

Brutal, ruthless, and leaving no room for compromise.

But so what?

"Zhou Ran...you really didn't disappoint me."

Xiao Rou stuck out her tongue and greedily licked away the bloodstains from the corner of her lips.

What burned in his eyes was not anger, but a kind of almost pathological fanaticism.

She could even sense a faint trace of primordial demonic energy remaining in her meridians.

This force rampages wildly, and beneath the pain lies an even more chilling sweetness.

"This power that wants to tear me apart...it's fascinating."

Suddenly, the heavy solid wood door of the suite cracked open silently.

A smell mixed with rotting flesh and an old freezer quickly overpowered the sweet fragrance in the room.

"The Holy Maiden of Black Witch Village is lying here like a wild dog in heat. It's truly an eye-opener."

In the dark corner, a figure slowly stood up.

As he stepped into the light, Xiaorou's pupils suddenly contracted.

A monster.

Half of his face still retained a masculine appearance, with sunken eye sockets and skin that appeared bloodless and waxy white.

But the other half of his face had been completely turned into cold metal, and his eyeballs had been replaced by a prosthetic eye that pulsed with eerie blue arcs of electricity.

His bare arms were covered with dense stitches, and the muscles had an abnormal bluish-purple hue.

"The Black Dragon Society?"

Xiao Rou regained her aloofness, pulled a silk robe over herself, and draped it over herself, her eyes icy.

"Song Zhentian, didn't you die in the Dragon Vein Palace?"

Even his soul was nailed down by Zhou Ran.

"That's Experiment Number One."

"The Black Dragon Society's 'Ghost Ninja Project' backed up the genes of all the strong members of the Song family."

Now, I bear the killing intent bestowed upon me by the Great Master.

He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the night view of Jiangcheng, his dark blue prosthetic eye flashing red light continuously.

"Zhou Ran destroyed the Song family's century-old foundation, and the Master was very unhappy."

Tonight, I will remove his head and offer it as a sacrifice to the souls of those who died in the capital.

"Take his head off?"

Xiao Rou let out a sneer, then stood up unsteadily and walked barefoot to Song Zhentian.

"With this cobbled-together trash like you?"

Zhou Ran has now broken through the bottleneck of the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, and his Primordial Overlord Body has reached the second level.

Rushing over there will only be delivering food to him.

Song Zhentian suddenly turned his head, his metal arm gripping Xiaorou's neck tightly with such force that it produced a buzzing sound of mechanical overload.

"Don't forget who helped you infiltrate Jiangcheng."

Without the Black Dragon Society's waterway support, your poisonous insects simply couldn't be smuggled in.

Xiao Rou felt short of breath, her face flushed and looking even more eerie. She laughed intermittently:

I can help you...

I know where he is.

He had just forcibly cast a spell and suffered a backlash, resulting in severe damage to his soul.

Tomorrow night at midnight, he's going to a deserted Taoist temple in the western suburbs for seclusion...

That was when he was at his weakest.

Song Zhentian's prosthetic eye twitched violently.

Is this really true?

"Those are memories transmitted back by the Heart Demon Gu; they can't be faked."

A ruthless glint of calculation flashed in Xiao Rou's eyes.

Of course, she wouldn't tell this Frankenstein's monster what her true plans were.

How could Zhou Ran, who is so strong and domineering, be killed so easily?

Let Song Zhentian, that mad dog, wear him down, bite him, and ideally drive him to the brink of despair.

Then, I will appear as a savior and stand in front of him.

What kind of look would he give me?

Will it be...

Just like before, use that world-destroying power to pierce through yourself?

Just thinking about it made Xiaorou's body tremble uncontrollably.

She continued speaking.

"However, you want his life, but I want his body."

I'm going to turn him into my "human head bonsai," so that he can only look at me for all eternity.

Song Zhentian released his grip and let out a cold snort.

"Once he's dead, you can deal with the mess that's left behind."

……

Jiangcheng, Xiao Family Manor.

Zhou Ran stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, her fingertips unconsciously twirling.

In his mind, the scene that Wu De "saw" was replaying over and over again.

He was pale and claimed that he was going to go into seclusion in the western suburbs.

Such poor acting, such a simple trap.

"An abandoned Taoist temple in the western suburbs?"

What an obedient group of fish.

He turned around and looked at the Su sisters behind him.

Su Qingling was holding a long sword, her large eyes filled with unease;

Su Qingwu was much calmer, but her tightly clenched fists revealed her inner tension.

"Sister Xiao hasn't woken up yet."

Su Qingling said softly.

"She's fine, just exhausted."

Zhou Ran glanced at the closed door, his tone indifferent.

"The Tide Technique I taught you must be broken through to the third level tonight."

Otherwise, you'll only be able to work as receptionists at the gym.

"yes!"

The two sisters answered in unison, their expressions resolute.

Zhou Ran lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and his purple-gold demonic eyes shone brightly in the darkness.

He had no intention of going to the western suburbs at all.

The moment that half-human, half-corpse monster stepped into the Hyatt Hotel.

The trace of primordial energy he left in Xiaorou's body had already taken in everything.

Biochemical Ninja?

Zhou Ran thought to himself, no wonder this old guy is always so fearless.

So it turns out that this wasn't his real identity at all.

Since the Black Dragon Society and the Black Witch Village have joined forces...

Then find an opportunity to completely eliminate them.

This cobbled-together junk isn't even good enough to fill a tooth gap.

The old demon Ye Futian in his sea of ​​consciousness probably wouldn't even despise him if he just glanced at him.

Thinking of this, a thought suddenly occurred to him.

He took out a jade slip and quickly drew an extremely complex array pattern on it with his fingers.

"Qin San".

Zhou Ran called out softly.

Qin San slowly emerged from the shadows and knelt on one knee.

"Take this to the pier on Jiangxin Island."

Zhou Ran handed him the jade slip, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"I want to turn the entire Yangtze River into their burial ground."

"Yes, boss!"

Qin San was overjoyed, as if he had heard some incredible secret.

He took the jade slip, turned around, and disappeared into the night.

Zhou Ran stubbed out his cigarette, and the Qi and blood of the Primordial Overlord Body emitted a muffled thunderous sound beneath his skin.

He was never a saint.

If Qin San loses his life because of this, then it is his fate.

At worst, we can put him into the Yin Banner and make him Xiao Hongli's Yin servant.

"Qingwu, go and prepare some warm water for your sister Xiao."

Zhou Ran pushed open the door and looked at the woman on the bed, whose face was still rosy and who was fast asleep. A smile appeared on his lips.

"The stage is set up, all that's left is for the madman and the zombies to take the stage."