Peerless: Auspicious Beast's Star Revival Plan

Chapter 169 Holy Spirit Cult

You have to understand that although the auspicious beast joined forces with the demon emperor, who was eager for revenge, to found the Holy Spirit Cult, the Holy Spirit Cult itself was like a cockroach trap to him—usually used to trap cockroaches, and when needed, he could dump the giant flying cockroaches inside onto his opponent's face.

Thousands of years ago, when human rulers had not yet paid any attention to the group of evil spirit masters, more and more incidents of remote villages being massacred and spirit beast settlements being slaughtered were diligently reported to the auspicious beast table by small spirit beasts.

Wang Rui quickly realized that the proportion of evil martial spirits was slowly increasing year by year at a rate that was difficult for humans to perceive.

—Of course, it's not some hellish reason like "the standards for evil martial spirits are being relaxed year by year".

Human rulers may stand idly by while their commoners are slaughtered by evil spirit masters, but auspicious beasts would never stand idly by while spirit beasts are massacred, not to mention...

Why aren't you saving those civilians? Don't you want them anymore?

Here you go!
After all, the more humans who live alongside Beast Clan members and Soul Beasts, the more beneficial it is for Soul Beasts to develop their intelligence and cultivate.

If Wang Rui were a little less ethical, with his powerful intelligence network, he could easily have followed the evil spirit masters around, rescued civilians who had survived the evil spirit masters' misdeeds, and gained their gratitude and a large number of people willing to join the Beast Sect.

But he wasn't really that wicked after all.

Naturally, building cockroach traps to keep cockroaches out needs to be put on the agenda.

After studying evil spirit masters for so long, Wang Rui has developed a completely different set of definitions for them compared to those at Shrek Academy.

A martial spirit is an existence that exists between matter and soul. A person's martial spirit is influenced by bloodline and may also mutate due to extreme emotions or even external environment. Some martial spirits can also influence the subject's physical body, personality, and mental state.

Therefore, in Wang Rui's classification, only those martial souls that have a strong negative impact on the main spirit will be judged as evil martial souls. Only those who possess evil martial souls and cannot resist the spiritual influence brought by evil martial souls, exhibit personality changes and abnormal behavior, and cause serious harm in reality, can be considered evil soul masters.

Note: Ordinary martial souls do not have a negative impact on the individual, but those who actively go down the evil path and harm lives for cultivation are subject to the death penalty and will be executed immediately. Cockroach houses will not accept them.

Those who possess evil martial souls are extremely unstable. Their minds are endlessly tormented by the malice originating from the martial soul, like a time bomb. Even the most determined among them may be affected by the malice contained in the martial soul at any time, lose control, and then blow their closest loved ones into blood and gore.

Therefore, when he founded the Holy Spirit Cult, he simply and brutally swept away all the evil martial spirit owners he could find at the time.

But Wang Rui is, after all, a “pathetic weak leader” (Demon Emperor’s comment). He will still help those Soul Masters who still have good intentions and try to restrain the influence of the evil martial soul—instead of throwing them out like the rest of the harmful trash to be cannon fodder, or watching them be completely controlled by the malice brought by the evil martial soul to do evil.

So Wang Rui racked his brains and came up with a doctrine for the Holy Spirit Church—which proved to be quite effective at controlling madmen through religion.

The obscure and difficult-to-understand doctrine, filled with rare characters, says that Soul Masters with Evil Martial Souls will transform into "Holy Spirits" responsible for purifying the world after passing the test. However, it does not specify what "Holy Spirits" and "tests" actually refer to, nor does it explain the method of purifying the world.

Then, the soul masters who possess evil martial souls gathered in the Holy Spirit Cult will interpret the doctrine according to their own needs and divide into different factions.

It doesn't matter what the vague doctrine is trying to express; what matters is what they are willing to believe.

Therefore, the Holy Spirit Cult has automatically split into two factions:

The incurable faction firmly believes that the evil martial soul is the guide, and that following the malice within the martial soul to create slaughter is a "test" before becoming a "holy spirit," preparing to "purify" the world through slaughter; the incurable faction firmly believes that using their own will to restrain the malice within the martial soul is a "test" before becoming a "holy spirit," and preparing to "purify" the world through the promotion of restraint and good deeds.

Of course, there are also undercover agents lurking in the aforementioned two groups, who, when necessary, guide the development of events, but these are not included in the total.

Lan Fuzi gathered a small number of Holy Spirit Cult members who were willing to fight against the evil thoughts of martial souls, while the remaining madmen who craved bloodshed and killing were led by the current Grand Elder of the Holy Spirit Cult.

The two sides are usually confined to fighting each other within the Mingdou Mountains, vying for power and profit. However, when a new "family member" is hunted down, the two sides will try to join forces to rescue them.

However, the evil spirit masters of the Grand Elder's faction all have personality flaws to some extent. With just a little guidance, they will be provoked and pounce on their target like mad dogs.

When Wang Rui needs to make the situation on the mainland more chaotic—for example, if Shrek Academy prepares to carry out a large-scale soul hunt, or if a relatively smarter and more wary ruler emerges among humans and then, in a moment of madness, decides to directly attack the Beast Sect—he can open the gates and let evil soul masters stir things up.

It's a very useful poop stirrer, but you need to be careful when using it to avoid getting poop on your hands.

Therefore, the complex situation Lan Fuzi is currently facing is entirely within Wang Rui's plan: D
……

In the underground headquarters of the Holy Spirit Cult deep within the Mingdou Mountains, in a dimly lit council chamber, the high-ranking evil spirit masters of the Holy Spirit Cult stood on either side of a silver-white statue at the far end of the room.

The statue is over ten meters tall, dressed in a simple robe, with its head bowed and no facial features, yet strangely exuding both compassion and ferocity.

"Excuse my bluntness, Your Highness," a silver-haired middle-aged man standing at the head of the group, clearly of high status, spoke up, "The Sect Leader's martial soul is a deep-sea demon whale capable of conveying divine will, and the Sect Leader herself is already indistinguishable from the Holy Spirit. As her disciple, you..."

His posture was respectful, but his tone was contemptuous. "The sect leader has appointed you as the Holy Maiden, and your strength is beyond doubt. However, even after so many training trips to the Holy Land, your martial spirit still shows no signs of evolution, so you are no longer suitable to continue serving as the Holy Maiden."

Lan Fuzi really couldn't refute this.

After becoming human, her martial soul naturally became the Deep Sea Demon Whale. However, although the Deep Sea Demon Whale has the word "demon" in its name, it is only because humans fear this giant beast from the deep sea. It is not an evil martial soul, and there is not a trace of evil on it. To say that the Deep Sea Demon Whale clan devours other races to cultivate and is extremely evil is pure nonsense. Which soul beast doesn't eat? Do you know how big the Demon Whale's true form is?
If we're talking about evil, then dolphins that rape other species everywhere and orcas that like to play with species weaker than themselves are truly evil!

In other words, her mother, in her pursuit of revenge, had adopted increasingly radical cultivation methods over the years. To become stronger, she absorbed a large amount of resentment from evil lands in an attempt to break through her limits, which caused the change in her aura.

The Holy Spirit Cult had long harbored reservations about her martial soul. After all, she lacked the identity recognition afforded by an evil martial soul. Most members only acknowledged her as the Holy Maiden because she was the "disciple of the cult leader" and the "sister of the true Holy Son," and there were no other suitable members to serve as Holy Maidens. Now that the Grand Elder has brought this up, it's likely that a replacement has been found.

She was certainly unwilling to relinquish her position, not because she valued the Holy Spirit Church or coveted power, but because Lan Fuzi really didn't want to hand over her time-killing toy to someone else.

But just because she couldn't refute the Grand Elder didn't mean she couldn't say something sarcastic to him.

“Since the Grand Elder thinks I’m not suitable, then why don’t I take on the role of Holy Maiden myself?” Lan Fuzi said with a grin, a strand of her long, dark blue hair flowing smoothly between her fingers, as if stirring a wisp of mist. “The Grand Elder is also very handsome, and with his white hair, he must be even more popular. This will surely enhance the Holy Church’s standing in the hearts of the people of the Sun and Moon Empire and help our Holy Church become the state religion of the Sun and Moon Empire as soon as possible.”

The black-robed followers in the council chamber chuckled, and Lan Lingtong, standing next to Lan Fuzi, even made a sound like a pressure cooker releasing steam.

The Grand Elder nearly choked to death on the spot, and glared at Lan Fuzi with a gloomy expression.

Lan Fuzi didn't take him seriously at all. She knew very well that even if the evil Xiao Deng who had stirred up trouble today was strong enough, he wouldn't dare to actually fight her. After all, no one in the Holy Spirit Cult was afraid of the Demon Emperor.

The wife of the Deep Sea Demon Whale King certainly didn't have a million years of cultivation, but she absorbed the resentment of the evil land through extreme means to cultivate, and her strength had long reached a terrifying level. She intimidated the evil soul masters like a dark cloud, and even Lan Fuzi sometimes feared his mother.

Even though the Demon Emperor has been in seclusion for many years and his whereabouts are uncertain, Ye Xishui is still living in seclusion in the capital of the Sun Moon Empire, serving as a royal advisor. With the speed of a Limit Douluo, she can return to the Holy Spirit Cult headquarters within ten minutes.

But if it's about promoting a suitable replacement to become the saintess... then no one would interfere.

As for the substitute... Lan Fuzi glanced discreetly at the slender girl in a standard black cloak standing behind the Grand Elder and his wife, who looked like a servant.

The Grand Elder is a descendant of the Zhongli family, an elder of the Holy Spirit Sect. His name is Zhongli Wu, the son of the previous Grand Elder, and also the disciple of the Supreme Elder Ye Xishui. Speaking of which, Ye Xishui is also her mother's disciple, which means that this evil little Deng is of a lower generation than her. He is a level 98 control-type Super Douluo and is currently the most likely titled Douluo in the Holy Spirit Sect to reach the limit.

The martial spirit inherited by the Zhongli lineage consists of various demonic puppets, but Zhongli Wu's martial spirit is far more evil than that of his biological father.

His martial spirit mutated into a kind of puppet thread. The sharp threads can cut enemies, extract their life force and soul for cultivation, and even turn opponents into puppets under his control, thus controlling their behavior to a certain extent.

If you're unprepared, you really won't even know how you died.

As a soul beast who had undergone a rebirth, Lan Fuzi's senses were much sharper. She could naturally sense that the soaring blood energy on the girl in the black robe was being restrained, and it was highly likely that she was being controlled by Zhongli Wu.

She vaguely felt that the girl in black robes was somewhat familiar, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

"Today is a good day. Please allow me to introduce the Grand Elder and my newly adopted daughter," said a soft, husky female voice.

The middle-aged woman, who was standing half a step behind Zhongli Wu, stepped forward and affectionately pulled the girl to her side, gently removing her hood like a true mother.

"Come on, my dear daughter, introduce yourself to everyone." Feng Ling's voice could even be described as encouraging.

The pale face under the hood was indeed one that Lan Fuzi recognized.

"Tang Ya, level 48, martial soul Dark Blue Silver King." The pale girl's face was indifferent, her scarlet eyes empty.

Her dark blue hair draped over her shoulders, matching Feng Ling's hair, making them look like a real mother and daughter.

This shouldn't be the case. A month ago, Tang Ya's martial soul was clearly Dark Blue Silver Grass.

Lan Fuzi frowned and subconsciously looked at Lan Lingtong standing beside her.

"She probably devoured countless pieces of flesh and resentment in a short period of time, forcibly advancing from an ordinary Dark Blue Silver Grass to a Dark Blue Silver King," Lan Lingtong replied in a deep voice, with a hint of disappointment that was hard to detect.

“Exactly!” Zhongli Wu said, a hint of sinister pride on his face. “The Blue Silver Grass that possesses soul power is one in ten thousand, and the only Blue Silver Grass martial soul with dark talent… before Xiaoya, the only one we’ve ever seen is the Holy Son. You all have witnessed just how terrifying the Holy Son’s talent is.”

The evil and bloodthirsty nature of Lan Lingtong's Dark Blue Silver Emperor Martial Soul even surpasses that of the Evil Phoenix Martial Soul, which is close to the ultimate evil. Rumors have long circulated within the Holy Spirit Cult that even before the Holy Son was born, the Dark Blue Silver Emperor had drained his mother's soul power and bloodline. When his Martial Soul awakened, it further used bloodline suppression to force the 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor Soul Beast to sacrifice itself—the Holy Son himself claims the Blue Silver Emperor Soul Beast did so voluntarily, but who believes that?

"Xiaoya's martial soul is already the Dark Blue Silver King, and she may very well advance to the Dark Blue Silver Emperor in the future," Feng Ling said softly. "It is the same as the Holy Son's martial soul, making her even more suitable. Naturally, she should accept the position of Holy Maiden. As for the assets held by the former Holy Maiden—"

Lan Fuzi's eyes sharpened.

A fierce, primal, and savage look, completely at odds with her beautiful face, appeared on her face; she seemed utterly inhuman.

...It was more like a spirit beast whose territory had been offended.

If Wang Rui sees this, he'll definitely be dragged back to a socialization training center for retraining.

Lan Fuzi herself didn't even realize why she was so angered by Feng Ling's simple remark.

However, before she could react, a large bird made of black shadows flew into the council hall, threw a piece of paper shimmering with golden light at Lan Fuzi, and then disappeared into thin air.

“Naturally, it should be handed over to Xiaoya to manage.” Feng Ling said, ignoring the black bird.

"...It should be handed over to the Holy Son for management." Lan Fuzi glanced at the letter and said with a smile.

Lan Lingtong: Huh? I'm trying to improve my finances with supplements!
"Elder Feng, when you and your daughter massacred the Iron Blood Sect a week ago... you haven't cleaned up the mess you left behind."

Feng Ling frowned, and the confident composure she had shown vanished from her face.

"The Shrek Inspection Team followed you and your daughter, wiping out most of our strongholds in the Heavenly Soul Empire, cutting off two of our trade routes, and killing twenty or thirty brothers and sisters of the Holy Church... Elder Feng joined the Holy Church early on, and even if she was deceived by the scumbags at Shrek when she was young, her loyalty is beyond doubt. Naturally, she would not have deliberately left clues. But what about your newly adopted daughter?"

Lan Fuzi stared at her with ill intent: "As far as I know, this girl is from Shrek Academy, right? And she's also the head of the Tang Clan. Oh dear... The Grand Elder insists on making her the Holy Maiden, but who would dare to actually entrust her with managing the Holy Clan's stronghold?" The implication was that either Feng Ling betrayed the sect and brought Shrek Academy to the cause, or Tang Ya and Zhongli Wu were also extremely disloyal.

"Enough!" Zhongli Wu's face was grim. He had gone to great lengths to promote Tang Ya as the Holy Maiden, not to install a puppet Holy Maiden with no real power. "The Heavenly Soul Empire is far from the Holy Church's sphere of influence, yet too close to Shrek Academy. It's inevitable that people will make mistakes—"

An elder standing in Zhongliwu's row interrupted him: "So, did our people die in vain?" His voice was hoarse and extremely angry. "Shrek is so arrogant, actually killing dozens of our people at once. Do you intend to just let it go like this?"

The other evil spirit masters also responded in hushed tones.

Zhong Liwu glared fiercely at his teammates who had attacked him. Their faces were filled with "Fighting is awesome!" and "Kill!" If he didn't do something, it would affect his prestige. So he could only say, "No need for the elders to say more. Since it was my wife's oversight, I will naturally find a way to teach Shrek a lesson."

“But we have already lost a stronghold of the Heavenly Soul Empire, and the Holy Church will likely have to significantly reduce the number of new recruits in the future,” an elder standing beside Lan Fuzi said coldly. “We cannot afford to lose any more people.”

“I will set a trap, and then ask the old seniors who are sleeping in the ‘Sea of ​​Fog’ to come out of the mountains and cause some trouble for Shrek. Of course, we will not let the apostles of the Holy Spirit shed blood in vain.” Zhongli Wu waved his hand.

"It's good that the Grand Elder is willing to clean up the mess for his adopted daughter," Lan Fuzi said with a smile. "Next thing."

She waved the letter in her hand, "The Supreme Elder and the Hall Master of Mingde Hall made a deal. As long as my Holy Church helps the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy win against Shrek Academy in the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Competition, he will help my Holy Church officially become the state religion of the Sun Moon Empire."

"There are three spots in total. The Holy Son and I will be heading to Mingdu next week. The remaining spot will be decided through an internal competition starting tomorrow. Those of you with disciples under the age of twenty, please spread the word. During the Holy Son's absence, Elder Mo will be in charge of managing your respective strongholds."

……

Electrolux would definitely like it here, Wang Rui thought.

He reached out and caught a wisp of milky white mist. The tangible white mist dissipated in his hand, returning to its essence—pure death power.

This was hard-won.

Only at the moment of death does a tiny bit of death power arise, and death is often accompanied by negative forces such as pain, resentment, and despair. These negative forces cause death to lose its original purity.

The white mist in the distance stretched endlessly, and to obtain such a vast amount of pure death power... one would need a death without a murderer that instantly claimed the lives of billions of living beings.

For example, the terrible natural disaster that occurred more than four thousand years ago.

Four thousand years is enough for humanity to summarize a terrifying natural disaster in a short phrase like "continental collision," but Wang Rui can be considered a witness to it.

The two continents collided at an abnormal speed, and even the soul beasts in the Star Dou Forest felt the earth tremble terrifyingly.

Faced with such a terrifying disaster, even the world itself was easily torn apart. Even the Emperor Tian dared not approach the core area of ​​the collision, let alone the coastal port cities at the point where the two continents collided.

Even though Wang Rui had already spread rumors of the disaster, it was to no avail; countless lives were lost in the disaster.

This is a corner of the dead world, one of the spatial fragments shattered in the natural disaster, which gradually stabilized and solidified over the long years, forming its own little world.

Like an absurd nightmare frozen into eternity, a mountain as sharp as a scarlet blade rises from the milky mist—if this chaotic space still has the concept of "earth"—the steep cliffs resemble the torn flesh of some ancient behemoth, the rocks gleaming with a dark red luster like scabs, as if still oozing a viscous liquid.

On the scarlet cliff face, traces of later excavation can be seen. Countless black coffins were nailed to the cliff face and linked together by rusted chains. When the milky white mist surged, the chains would make a nauseating sound like dry bones rubbing together.

Below the mountain lies a chaotic urban wasteland: fragments of buildings, debris from the docks, shipwrecks, and withered skeletons piled together like an endless graveyard. Upon closer inspection, through the gaps between the layers of broken walls and ruins, one sees nothing but an endless void below.

Above—or, in the traditional sense, "above"—lies the churning sea. The water is as black as tar, only the crests of the waves are snow-white. Snow-white foam, composed of countless pale, broken bones of living things, makes tiny, clattering sounds amidst the ceaseless roar of the waves. It seems that some enormous, terrifying creature lurks within the black sea.

After the natural disaster, this small world was taken over by Wang Rui. Di Tian, ​​Hu Huang An Yun, and Xie Di, three powerful soul beasts proficient in spatial attributes, modified this place. This small world, left behind by the natural disaster and filled with the power of death, became a graveyard for Wang Rui to preserve remains and souls. Under such pure death power, the remains and souls would undergo some "vibrant" little changes.

It cannot be controlled, but once awakened, it will act according to the thoughts left behind before its death.

Knowing that there will be an opportunity to learn necromancy in the future, who could resist preparing some materials in advance?
Later, Wang Rui guided the Holy Spirit Cult members to discover this "prehistoric site." Some evil spirit masters could cultivate by using the power of death, which further reduced the harm of these time bombs. At the same time, the remains of more evil spirit masters were put into coffins and sent to this graveyard.

However, their exploration has been limited to the middle of the cliff; no human has dared to approach the Black Sea and the architectural ruins to this day.

The blonde woman walked forward along the iron chains between the black coffins. While the other chains swayed incessantly in the surging white mist, the chain beneath her feet remained perfectly stable, as if she were walking on flat ground.

She moved toward a certain direction with a clear goal in mind, and finally stopped beside the black coffin that was closest to the Black Sea above her head and also looked the oldest.

His slender hand rested lightly on the top of the coffin.

The sound of metal clashing rang out, and the iron chains slithered like living snakes as the ancient coffin was lifted and swapped places with a black coffin located in the middle of the cliff.

Wang Rui politely knocked on the coffin lid.

"Awaken... a woman who is neither fox nor human; awaken, a woman wounded by love; awaken, a woman left behind by the times... Awaken, this is the day of revenge!"

A deep female voice fell.

After a long silence, the heavy coffin lid suddenly trembled, as if something inside the coffin was pounding on the lid!

The black coffin vibrated more and more violently. Wang Rui looked down at the black coffin, his scarlet eyes filled with a trace of pity and apology.

“Go east…go east,” the hoarse female voice murmured, “…your enemy’s servants will be there soon.”

The violent tremors suddenly stopped.

……

A masked man in a black cloak is struggling to climb black chains and move between black coffins on the cliff.

This is the Sea of ​​Fog, a secret realm controlled by the Holy Church. The elders of the Holy Church discovered that the skeletons sent here, after a period of slumber, would begin to move according to their instincts when disturbed. This place became the place where the elders who failed to reach the realm of the Holy Spirit slept. The elders would occasionally be awakened to help the younger generation solve some difficulties—when the true Holy Spirit appears in the world, he will help them be completely resurrected.

He was sent to the Fog Sea by the Grand Elder to awaken a senior figure and take revenge on the Shrek Inspection Team.

This is probably... the place?
The suppression of martial spirits in the misty sea space was extremely strong, making his movements very difficult. He finally managed to find the location mentioned by the Grand Elder within the time frame during which he could move safely.

The black coffin looked older than he had imagined.

According to the First Elder, the person lying here is a senior who was killed by the Shrek Academy Inspection Team four hundred years ago, and whose martial soul was the Vampire Bat.

The milky white sea of ​​fog rolled and churned, while the black sea above roared incessantly, with some unknown danger lurking in its depths.

The masked man looked at the ancient black coffin and inexplicably felt a chill run down his spine.

Following the elder's instructions, he bowed to the coffin, explained the situation, and, still feeling uneasy, bowed again before reaching out to push open the coffin lid.

Unexpectedly, the coffin lid slid open silently; it was hard to imagine that such a heavy stone could be moved without making a sound.

A musty smell wafted out, mixed with the odors of dust and mold, and a strange, peculiar fragrance, bringing a warm, damp, and tactile sensation like rotting flesh.

He shivered.

A corpse lay quietly in the coffin.

The body was covered with a withered yellow shroud, stained with ominous liquid and disgusting mold spots.

The corpse covered by the burlap had its hands crossed over its chest—but it didn't seem to be human. The burlap covering the corpse's face was pushed up by a high bulge, which couldn't be a human nose; it was more like a bird's beak... or something else.
Is this...right?
Suddenly, the person opening the coffin heard a long, eerie sigh, like a dying person desperately trying to take their last breath.

In this windless, stagnant space, the linen covering the corpse's face was stirred by the wind.

The corpse sat up, and the rotting yellow burlap slid off her body, revealing a horrifying, withered animal head. A pair of tattered fox ears, barely discernible in shape, adorned the top of the head. Hairless, the skin, almost transparently grayish-white, taut over the canine skull, revealing spiderweb-like black blood vessels winding beneath. Sharp, dark brown canine teeth pierced the shrunken, withered gums like rusted nails.

No... the Grand Elder clearly... said...

Below the fox's head was a beautiful female skeleton.

Even though the long death took away all the flesh and blood, a strange and beautiful beauty could still be seen in the skeleton beneath the dried skin.

The fox-headed female corpse turned her head, her neck bones and skin making a dry, rubbing sound, before slowly revealing a human-like smile.

The person who opened the coffin just stared at her in a daze, at the empty, decaying eye sockets of the fox head, as if even its soul had been sucked into the boundless darkness.

"Ah...you've come." The female corpse's withered vocal cords, silent for thousands of years, spoke again.

Her voice was anything but pleasant; it was hoarse, like scraping bone with a dull knife, extremely grating, yet it carried a strange rhythm, each syllable precisely piercing the nerves of the person opening the coffin.

"I've arrived," the coffin opener replied, seemingly in a daze yet with practiced ease.

He had a vague feeling that something was wrong—the voice was clearly so unpleasant it made his teeth ache, but his brain felt like it was being nailed to the spot by the voice, and his consciousness was sinking deeper and deeper into an abyss.

"Thank you for telling me... news of my enemy... So, come and keep me company, okay?" the fox-headed female corpse asked in a shrill voice, yet her tone was as gentle as a lover's whisper.

As she spoke, a dreamlike expression of happiness appeared on the face of the person opening the coffin. Without hesitation, he raised his hands and grabbed his own throat.

Those empty eyes gazed silently.

Even as the coffin-opener's expression turned painful and ferocious, his eyes bulged and bloodshot, his entire face turned grayish-purple, and he finally lost his heartbeat, his hands still gripping his throat remained in place.

The fox-headed female corpse laughed again, and several hairless fox tails stretched out from the black coffin, their slender, thin, and dry skin covering the bones, swaying lightly.

The shrill laughter, like a baby's cry, carried a nauseating innocence belonging to a young girl, echoing in the empty space and sending chills down one's spine.

“Mingdou Mountains…where…” she hissed, “Shrek…is on the border between Mingdou Mountains and…the Star Luo Empire…east…east…”

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