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

Xiao Rou reached into her bosom and pulled out a bone flute made from animal bone.

The flute was no more than a hand's length long, with a smooth surface and a material that exuded an otherworldly coldness.

She pressed the flute hole to her cherry lips, gently biting it with her pearly teeth, her sickly, infatuated eyes fixed on Zhou Ran's profile.

What she was playing was not music.

It is a strange insect sound.

The sound had a penetrating power that seemed to pierce straight into the brain, like countless steel needles stirring the soul.

"ah!

My head!

Among Liu Mazi's group, a man who was standing nearby immediately clutched his head and screamed in agony, two streams of black blood gushing from his ears and nose.

Before the flute music had faded, a rustling sound came from the wooden box in Fatty Wang's hand.

Countless tiny, snow-white "Wind-Listening Gu" creatures, each the size of a grain of rice, surged forth from the cracks like a bursting dam, driven by the sound of the flute.

As soon as they came into contact with the air, their pale bodies quickly became engorged with blood, turning into a surging cloud of bloody dust, emitting a sweet, pungent smell, and pounced on the few tomb raiders who were shouting the loudest.

"What the hell is that?!"

The first burly man from Guanzhong, with his machete still raised in mid-air, froze in his ferocious grin.

Two streams of dark red blood gushed from his ears, and the light in his eyes faded at a visible speed.

Those tiny, almost invisible insects were penetrating his seven orifices, gnawing along his nerves, and directly piercing his cerebral cortex.

That extreme mixture of itching and pain is more agonizing than any torture in the world.

The man, who looked fierce and menacing just a second ago, suddenly lost focus and his scream was abruptly cut off.

"Quickly, kill me!"

He froze, then swung the machete in his hand, turned around, and slashed wildly at a companion who had just been calling him brother.

"This is insane!"

Third brother, you're fucking insane!

The slashed companion raised his knife to block.

But this is only the beginning.

The second one, the third one...

Wherever the blood-red smoke and dust of the Gu worms passed, all the tomb raiders suffered the same fate.

They writhed on the ground in agony, scratching their faces and flesh, then stiffly rose to their feet, becoming like walking corpses, turning their weapons to attack their former comrades.

The narrow tomb passage had become a bloody hell on earth.

The crisp sound of knives and axes clashing, the cracking of bones breaking, the sound of flesh being torn apart.

Mixed with irrational screams, it composed a bloody symphony of slaughter.

Liu Mazi hid at the very back, looking at the hellish scene before him, and was so frightened that his crotch was filled with a warm, foul odor.

He wanted to run, but his legs felt like lead and wouldn't obey him.

He figured it out.

The impressive one isn't this young master.

It was the young master's bodyguards!

Zhou Ran ignored the flying blood and flesh behind him from beginning to end.

His gaze pierced through the miasma and chaotic figures, settling on the end of the tomb passage.

At that moment, the bloody aura of slaughter suddenly stopped for no apparent reason.

All the puppets controlled by the Gu worms froze in place, as if a pause button had been pressed, their movements perfectly synchronized.

They stopped attacking each other and slowly turned their heads, their empty eyes staring into the dark depths of the passageway.

A yin energy a hundred times stronger than when the ghostly soldiers passed through before spread out from that darkness.

The flashlight beam was distorted by this eerie energy, tracing strange arcs in the air.

A mournful suona sound drifted from the darkness.

There, out of nowhere, a large red sedan chair appeared.

The sedan chair was draped with brightly colored red silk, yet it exuded a musty smell that seemed to seep into the bone.

The sedan chair was carried by four paper figures with pale, theatrical makeup and red headbands tied high in the sky.

They were expressionless and moved stiffly, step by step, treading through the void.

"That……

Isn't that "Iron Head Li" from next door who's shoveling soil?

And that one, the oil thief who disappeared the day before yesterday!

How could they…?

The Red Widow, huddled in the corner, trembled violently and screamed.

She recognized the figures carrying the sedan chair; they were clearly the tomb raiders who had come down to Mangshan from other tunnels a few days ago!

At this moment, they had all turned into lifeless paper puppets.

The reason she didn't go mad like the others was because the moment Xiao Rou blew the bone flute, she activated the "White Jade Listening to the Wind" Gu within her body.

A cool breeze protected her mind, allowing her to witness everything clearly.

She disliked this woman very much.

But her master wouldn't let her kill.

Just then, a strong wind arose, causing the sedan curtains to flutter loudly.

A hand with nails painted bright red slowly emerged from behind the sedan curtain.

This hand is a hundred times paler than Li Zhiyao's!

The curtain was gently lifted halfway.

A bride dressed in a phoenix coronet and embroidered robe sat gracefully inside the sedan chair.

Her veil slipped down quietly, revealing a face that was breathtakingly beautiful, yet also eerily unsettling.

"Sister Qingxue..."

Miao Yingying gripped the bone whistle tightly in her hand and looked at Zhou Ran.

"That's not Lin Qingxue; she's just using the karma from Qingxue's time here a few days ago."

Zhou Ran looked at the bright red sedan chair and said calmly.

This woman has skin as white as snow, eyebrows like distant mountains, and lips that are naturally red without rouge.

That beauty embodies all the good things in the world, yet it carries an inhuman rigidity.

The bride's eyes darted around, scanning every living person present.

Strangely, everyone she saw assumed she was looking at them.

Those eyes, as clear as autumn water, were filled with adoration and anticipation.

The emptiness in the eyes of those puppet tomb raiders controlled by the Gu worms was replaced by a fanatical obsession.

"My wife..."

My wife!

"I've come to marry you!"

They dropped their weapons and rushed toward the large red sedan chair.

The first man to rush to the sedan chair had a foolish smile on his face, and stretched out his arms to embrace the beautiful paper bride.

The bride's red lips stretched to her forehead, but what was revealed was not her pearly teeth.

Instead, it was a bottomless black vortex.

Click!

A crisp sound, like an apple being bitten into.

The man's head was swallowed whole.

Immediately afterwards, pale fingers grabbed the limp, headless corpse.

Crunch and crisp!

Even so, the remaining men still rushed forward eagerly.

They still looked happy, as if they truly proved the saying, "To die under the peony is to die a romantic death."

Even Liu Mazi, who was lying paralyzed on the ground, struggled to get up, his eyes gleaming with lust and greed, muttering to himself.

"My little beauty, I'm here..."

He limped toward death.

"Hmph, this is interesting."

Zhou Ran snorted coldly, his demonic eyes flashing.

It turns out to be an illusion array targeting cause and effect.

It must have been Lin Qingxue who forcibly pried into my karma that day.

Those things from the underworld have caught them.

However, this also shows that the cracks here have indeed grown large enough to penetrate some of the laws.

Beyond the realm of the dead lies the realm of illusion!

He stopped standing by and instead of retreating, he advanced, striding forward against the chilling wind that could freeze even the souls of ordinary people.

On his left arm, the lifelike black Qilin pattern came to life, with each scale radiating a dark golden luster.

The Asura Flame, ignite!

His entire forearm was enveloped in pitch-black flames, with destructive dark golden arcs of electricity dancing along the edges of the flames.

Zhou Ran threw a punch at the strange bridal sedan chair!

The force of the punch compressed the air, creating a visible white shockwave that caused the entire tomb passage to tremble!

boom!

A sonic boom resounded in front of the bright red sedan chair.

The bridal sedan chair, along with the stunningly beautiful paper bride inside and the four puppets carrying it, were devoured by the demonic fire, leaving not even a trace of ashes.

It burned to nothingness.

Zhou Ran slowly withdrew his fist.

The whole world before his eyes was like a mirror shattered by a heavy hammer.

Where is there any tomb passage made of blue bricks?

They were all standing on the edge of a bottomless abyss, on a slippery rock walkway less than half a meter wide.

One more step forward, and you'll be shattered to pieces!