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

Jiangcheng, the medicine shed in the backyard of the Xiao family manor.

The strong, bitter smell of medicine lingered in the air.

Lin Qingxue sat back in the bamboo chair, her eyes tightly covered by several layers of thick gauze, the edges of which were still stained with dried reddish-brown blood.

In her attempt to forcefully deduce Zhou Ran's journey to Mangshan within the long river of cause and effect, her Nirvana Dharma Eye suffered a backlash from the rules, damaging its very foundation.

Zhou Ran slammed a cup of warm blood-nourishing medicinal wine on the table, the porcelain cup striking the wooden table with a crisp sound.

Following the sound, Lin Qingxue reached out and grabbed Zhou Ran's coat cuff, her nails digging into the fabric.

I want to go with you!

Even if I go blind.

"Once I enter the Great Desolate Tomb, I can use my divine sense to perceive the karmic deadly traps targeting you!"

"I absolutely cannot watch you walk into that crack filled with black lines!"

Zhou Ran held her cold little hand.

I gently kissed her forehead.

Then he pried her fingers apart one by one, his movements swift and decisive.

"I set the rules. What you call a death calamity is nothing but a smokescreen by the old monsters."

Zhou Ran lit a cigarette and took a deep drag.

It would be a lie to say I'm not afraid.

Nirvana Dharma Eye, East and West Cause and Effect.

He already knew this all along; it couldn't be more true.

But if he doesn't go to Mangshan, his invincible body will never be perfected.

He will also lose the qualification to go to the underworld, and even to peek into the void again.

With that thought in mind, he probed his consciousness into his sea of ​​consciousness.

Within those 108 Soul-Suppressing Nails was a remnant soul, weakened to the point of slumber.

The night bears the weight of the sky.

An ancient demon emperor from a certain plane.

He had looked up to him.

In my mind, there was that ethereal woman in white.

Himezuki.

He is the Moon Emperor who can disregard any rules!

Because she herself is the rule!

Having witnessed such scenes, how could Zhou Ran be content to be a salted fish?

He lay on his back, revealing his delicate collarbone, and slowly exhaled a thick cloud of smoke.

"Qingxue, no one in this world can decide my life or death, not even the will of Heaven."

Then, he brushed off the wrinkles that had been pulled out of his coat.

"There's no room for discussion on this."

You are too badly injured, I'm afraid I won't be able to take care of you.

"Your value lies in staying in Jiangcheng and helping Chen Ya manage the newly established businesses."

"But I know history, I don't need to see it..."

Before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by a knock on the door.

Xiao Rou came in carrying a wooden lacquer box.

"Master, here is what you wanted."

Fair fingers opened the wooden box.

Amidst the raw minced meat, a dozen or so translucent white worms covered in multi-legged scales were wriggling.

"This is called White Jade Listening to the Wind, a unique Gu from my Black Witch Village."

Xiao Rou lowered her head, her whole demeanor exuding a deliberately suppressed submissiveness.

"Going underground, compasses and electronic devices will be interfered with by the yin energy."

These insects are more effective than the most advanced radar in places where light doesn't reach.

"If my master takes me along, we can avoid many detours in the tomb passage."

Zhou Ran glanced at the wriggling Gu worms and nodded.

"Baiyu Tingfeng, that's a good name."

How are their preparations going?

"We're just waiting for our master's word."

Xiao Rou stood obediently behind Zhou Ran, massaging his back, her face full of sickly satisfaction.

"good!"

Miao Yingying has almost recovered, and Miao Laoshi's things can be put to great use.

Her line of work deals with corpses, so she can be of useful use.

Fatty Wang then scouted through Jiangcheng's hardware streets and underground black market.

When he reappeared, he was carrying three military backpacks weighing several tens of kilograms each, filled with all-steel Luoyang shovels, German-style entrenching tools, cold firecrackers, and climbing ropes with steel cores.

Everything is ready.

However, what's missing is a know-it-all.

Zhou Ran flipped his hand, and a small potted plant the size of his palm appeared in his hand.

Bai Xuan seemed to understand his thoughts, and shook his little mushroom head vigorously.

"Call Feng Bancheng along, let's set off now."

With another flick of his wrist, he stored Bai Xuan and the Soul Gathering Banner into his storage ring.

Then he put on a black windbreaker and used an array to press the black and gold dragon into the Qilin pattern on his left arm.

The five men climbed into a modified cruiser and headed straight for Mangshan.

......

The wheels rolled over the national highway, and the scenery outside the window rushed past.

Once they entered the earth's territory, the sky never saw the sun again.

This area is close to the old course of the Yellow River, where hundreds of ancient tombs gather auspicious energy, and thick white smog lingers year-round.

Even with the headlights on full blast, they could only pierce through the thick fog five meters in front of me.

Xiao Rou, sitting in the back, rolled down the car window and tossed out a few Gu worms to scout ahead.

These strange insects, which were invincible in the southern borderlands, flew out in less than ten breaths.

My belly suddenly swelled up, and then with a "poof," it turned into several blobs of foul-smelling white liquid in mid-air.

"Master, this isn't natural weather; there's something ahead..."

Before he could finish speaking, three figures emerged straight out from the headlights.

The three men were dressed in modern polar windproof suits and carried tactical backpacks, but the skin on their faces under their hoods was pressed tightly against their cheekbones, their eye sockets were sunken, and their flesh was a rotten purplish-black.

Wang Pangzi's face hardened, and he removed his foot from the brake pedal.

"Shift to high gear, accelerate, and ram it."

Zhou Ran sat in the passenger seat, not even lifting his eyelids.

"Holy shit!"

Fatty Wang spat out a curse, shoved the four-wheel drive gear lever hard, and floored the accelerator.

The modified eight-cylinder engine roared like a beast.

A two-ton steel crash bar slammed head-on into the three mummies at 100 miles per hour.

Click!

boom!

The sounds of bones and dried flesh crackling and popping mingled together.

The shattered skull and sternum, mixed with dried blood clots, slammed against the windshield, leaving more than a dozen white scratches.

The off-road vehicle continued its speed, running directly over the severed limbs, kicking up clouds of dust, and disappearing into the depths of the thick fog.

"It looks like they're tomb raiding."

Miao Yingying, clinging to the window, suddenly blurted out a sentence.

Her voice was very soft, perhaps because she hadn't yet recovered from the incident involving Miao Laoshi.

An hour later, the car stopped at the foot of the southern slope of Mangshan Mountain.

A building with earthen walls and blue tiles stands alone in the wilderness, with a wooden sign hanging on the lintel whose words are illegible.

Montenegro Hotel.

The only place to stay within a hundred miles is also a temporary den for rats from all over the world.

Fatty Wang pushed open the tattered wooden door, and a pungent smell of tobacco and strong liquor almost made him take a step back.

"It stinks like hell!"

In the lobby, around a dozen greasy eight-immortal tables, twenty or thirty people were crammed together.

They all exuded a menacing aura that kept strangers at bay, and their hands were covered in calluses.

As soon as the group entered the room, all the talking stopped, and their gazes were fixed on them like needles.

At a table by the window, several men with Northeastern accents were having hot pot.

The leader, a bald, burly man, had a blue dragon tattoo on his forearm and was known as Master Hu.

His triangular eyes swept over the brand-new baggage on Fatty Wang's shoulder, and he sneered:

"Where did this greenhorn come from?"

"They dared to bring in a shovel that hadn't even bled yet; those fat, uncultured bastards from the foot of Mangshan love taking in naive kids like you."

Before he finished speaking, he picked up the scalding hot teacup on the table and, as he stood up, flicked his wrist.

A full bowl of boiling water was splashed onto Miao Yingying's face as she walked behind.

As soon as the boiling water left his hand, Fatty Wang pushed off the greasy floor tiles with his feet.

He didn't activate the Golden Body Technique, relying solely on his physical strength and physique.

With his right palm, as large as a palm fan, he struck first, his five fingers pressed together, and firmly gripped Master Hu's wrist.

"Click!"

The sound of the wrist bone being snapped was crisp and jarring.

Hu Baye's right arm hung limply at his sides, completely shattered.

Fatty Wang pressed down, and the scalding hot tea veered in mid-air and poured into Eighth Master Hu's collar.