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

Her beautiful eyes sparkled as she looked at Zhou Ran, who had raised her delicate chin.

The strong liquor hits the throat, leaving a pungent, burning sensation.

"This wine is really good."

He put down the rough porcelain bowl, a hint of weariness appearing in his eyes.

He casually put his arm around the Red Widow's slender waist, leaned close to her ear, and whispered, "I'm a little tired, let's rest in my car for a while."

The Red Widow was overjoyed.

Her "Soul-Destroying Powder" is colorless and odorless. Even a master of internal energy would have their internal energy dissipated and their body consumed by lust after drinking half a bowl.

This young master with his delicate skin is ultimately too young.

Not far away, Liu Mazi puffed on his pipe, a barely perceptible smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

Found it! This is definitely a perfect scout sacrificial lamb.

On this road, no one had even heard of the Red Widow.

They deserved to die.

"Why is this handsome young man in such a hurry?"

The Red Widow clung to Zhou Ran's arm, her ample breasts brushing against him intentionally or unintentionally, as she half-supported, half-carried him towards the door.

Outside the hotel in Montenegro, thick fog rolled in as if it were a real substance.

Walking up to the cruiser covered in dried blood and flesh, Red Widow opened the back door, intending to push Zhou Ran down, but her gaze suddenly froze.

In the back seat of the carriage, a man who was half-dead was curled up.

The man's face was as pale as gold paper, his seven orifices were covered with black blood clots, and his breathing was so weak that it was almost inaudible.

The moment the Red Widow saw that face clearly, her pupils contracted sharply, and she froze on the spot as if she had been electrocuted.

Feng Bancheng!

The Northern School of Tomb Raiders is a renowned name in the tomb raiding world, with connections and influence reaching far and wide.

A month ago, he led forty skilled men down to the new pit in Mangshan, and there has been no news of them since.

Everyone assumed he died inside, so how did he end up in this car?

"Master Zhou..."

Hearing the noise, Feng Bancheng opened his eyes with difficulty.

Upon seeing Zhou Ran, he struggled to his feet, his tone filled with utmost awe and fear.

"I have told you everything you asked me to do."

That pit below...

It's a bottomless pit...

"Master Zhou...?"

The Red Widow's legs went weak, and her back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

She finally realized what kind of being she had provoked.

The person who could make the unruly Feng Bancheng kowtow and beg for mercy like a dog was definitely not some rich kid!

In the thick fog outside the carriage, Zhou Ran stood up straight.

His previously dreamy eyes instantly turned as cold as an abyss.

The purplish-gold demonic eyes shimmered slightly in the mist, as if they were looking at a corpse.

Tell me about it.

What's going on down there?

Zhou Ran lit a cigarette and lifted her chin with great interest.

"I... I only know that those foreign superhumans are also looking for something!"

Liu Mazi and his gang are in cahoots; they want you to go scout ahead!

The Red Widow knelt down with a thud in the muddy ruts, kowtowing frantically.

"Master Zhou, spare my life!"

The medicine in that glass of wine was just for dispelling turbidity; it wouldn't harm you!

I was blind to your greatness!

"Who do you think you are, to dare hurt me?"

Zhou Ran snapped his fingers.

The passenger window of the SUV was rolled down.

Before anyone knew it, Xiaorou was already sitting in the car.

She peeked out, a sickly smile on her lips.

With a flick of her finger, a pure white "White Jade Listening to the Wind" Gu worm transformed into a white line and shot into the Red Widow's slightly open mouth.

"Gulp."

The worm enters the throat and then burrows directly into the stomach along the esophagus.

The Red Widow choked violently and dry heaved, her face covered in tears and snot.

Xiao Rou took out a black wooden box and tapped it gently.

A sharp, piercing pain immediately shot through the Red Widow's abdomen, as if a nest of starving rats were gnawing at her internal organs, causing her to curl up like a shrimp in the mud.

"Don't kill him."

There are many forks in the road below; leave them for mine detection.

Zhou Ran turned around and walked back towards the hotel.

The Red Widow clutched her stomach and scrambled to follow behind, too terrified to even breathe.

Her life had become a dog leash in someone else's hands.

Back in the hotel lobby, Zhou Ran ignored the laughter of those around him.

He walked straight to Liu Mazi's table, pulled out a long bench, and sat down.

"Brother Liu, my brother has a fiery temper."

I agreed to share the meal.

Seeing that Zhou Ran was unharmed, while the Red Widow huddled in a corner like a stray dog, Liu Mazi's eyes flashed with surprise and doubt.

But he quickly covered it up, tapping his pipe:

"No problem."

"We'll get started tomorrow morning; get a good rest tonight."

"No rush."

Zhou Ran closed his eyes.

......

late at night.

Inside the dilapidated wooden shack on the second floor of the Montenegro Hotel.

Fatty Wang sat cross-legged on the kang (a heated brick bed), holding a tablet computer, wearing headphones, and watching a tomb raiding movie on the screen.

He was demonstrating the famous hand gestures of the acupoint location technique shown on the screen.

"Fatty, last-minute cramming won't help."

Zhou Ran leaned against the window, smoking a cigarette.

"Brother Ran, this thing down there is weird. You have to know your enemy to know yourself."

Fatty Wang chuckled.

dong dong dong.

There was a knock on the door.

A low voice came from outside the door:

"Master Zhou, are you awake?"

"Some good stuff came out downstairs, the employer offered more money, we need to leave early."

Zhou Ran opened the door.

Liu Mazi stood outside the door, holding a gold-inlaid knife stained with black blood. A strong earthy smell mixed with the stench of decay unique to the underworld wafted over.

"This precious sword is for my brother to use for self-defense."

Liu Mazi's smile was forced and insincere.

Under the dim, flickering light bulb, Zhou Ran glanced at the gold-inlaid knife that Liu Mazi was handing over with both hands.

The blade is extremely old, covered with layers of mottled green rust, and the gold inlay patterns on the handle have been corroded by time and are no longer recognizable.

But these are all superficial phenomena.

What's truly striking is the edge of the blade.

The sticky, black and red patches emitted a nauseating stench.

That was definitely not ordinary verdigris, but rather the foul odor of the underworld that had been soaking in the extremely yin corpse-raising ground for many years.

That old guy had no good intentions.

This knife may look like a valuable antique funerary object, but it is actually a deadly weapon.

If an unprotected living person grasps this weapon with their bare hands, their internal organs will be permeated by the aura of death, and even their mind will be stripped away.

He'll become a mindless, mindless zombie, completely at Liu Mazi's mercy.

Zhou Ran took the precious sword, a mocking smile flashing across his lips.

The moment he grasped the knife, the faint trace of yin energy clinging to the blade seemed to find an outlet, trying to seep into Zhou Ran's pores.

But before they could even penetrate the flesh, they were torn apart by the surging, primordial blood and qi within Zhou Ran's meridians, like a raging torrent.

Zhou Ran's face revealed a greedy look as he coveted the funerary artifact. He casually stuffed the gold-inlaid knife into his belt and cleanly accepted Liu Mazi's team challenge.

"Thanks a lot, brother, this is really good stuff!"

When do we set off?

When Liu Mazi saw Zhou Ran catch the knife with his bare hands without any apparent reaction, a barely perceptible glint of malice and smugness flashed in his old eyes.

"It's all set!"

At 2 a.m. sharp, we started cooking!

Two o'clock in the morning.

Deep in the Mangshan Mountains, the dried-up old course of the Yellow River.

A thick, impenetrable white miasma enveloped the entire team.

More than thirty tomb raiders trudged through the withered bones and rotting leaves, the oppressive atmosphere making it hard to breathe.

"Why are Master Hu's men, who were scouting ahead, so quiet?"

Someone in the crowd whispered.

The voice just fell.

"ah--!"

A piercing scream rang out from the thick fog thirty meters ahead.