Samsara Paradise: Dream Weaver of Connections.

"Don't worry, I already have a plan for this." Under Gulu's gaze, a faint layer of dark luster flowed across Lin Yi's body, flashing like water ripples and quickly disappearing beneath his skin.

At the same time, the faint aura around him completely disappeared, and he seemed to blend into the surrounding air, making it difficult to detect any trace of him.

If he weren't actually standing in front of Gulu, Gulu would hardly be able to confirm his presence based on perception alone.

"Alright, as long as you have a way to conceal your aura, that's fine." Gulu didn't care about that, as long as Lin Yi could conceal his aura and not attract any more things from the Nightmare Realm.

After resolving this matter, Lin Yi and Gulu headed straight for the Black Tooth Gang's territory.

The old drainage hub in the West Third District has been abandoned for a long time. The heavily corroded dark red metal gate is half open, like a giant, incomplete mouth.

Beside the gate, a neon sign hangs crookedly. Most of the light tubes that originally read "Black Teeth" are now broken. Only the broken upper half of the word "Black" and the twisted lower half of the word "Teeth" are still stubbornly flashing, intermittently emitting crackling electrical noise.

Lin Yi shifted his gaze from the dilapidated signboard to Gulu beside him.

The meaning is self-evident: Who will make the move? After all, killing in this godforsaken place has negative consequences.

Gulu didn't answer, but with a flick of his wrist, the dagger as thin as a cicada's wing slid into his palm.

The actions of those three self-righteous fools not long ago have already destined the entire Black Tooth Gang to pay exorbitant interest far exceeding their initial investment.

Seeing this, Lin Yi stopped asking questions.

A halo lit up beneath his feet, precisely enveloping Gulu.

"Hiss..." The moment the halo descended upon him, Gulu's body trembled almost imperceptibly, and then he gasped for breath.

It's like being immersed in a perfectly heated hot spring, receiving unprecedented nourishment and relaxation.

[Hint: You are blessed by an aura skill.]

[Your all attributes receive a temporary boost: +5]

Attack power increased by 173%; defense power increased by 189%; all elemental resistances increased by 87 points...

[Nerve reflex speed increased by 50%; dynamic visual capture ability increased by 40%; physical recovery rate increased by 80%...]

Health regeneration speed increased by 85%, mana regeneration speed increased by 63%...

[Gain passive counterattack effect: When attacked, reflect 50% of the attack's damage as magical energy; base defense increased by 30 points; attack speed increased by 54%; rate of being affected by mental pollution significantly reduced...]

[Gain the 'Life Source' status: Increases maximum health by 40%, increases maximum mana by 20%, and automatically triggers a powerful shield when health drops below 10%.]

[Gain the 'Soul Web' status: A portion of subsequent damage received will be transferred to the caster.]

[Gain the status 'Chain of Life': Restores 127 health points per second for 10 minutes.]

[Gain the 'Shadow Affinity' status: When in a shadowy environment, movement speed is increased by an additional 10%, and the concealment effect is enhanced.]

"Godfather!" Gulu slid down to his knees and hugged Lin Yi's leg.

Although she had heard some rumors about Lin Yi in the past, Gulu always thought they were just rumors. After all, you know how bad Gulu's reputation is outside the Samsara Paradise, so she never really considered whether it was true or not.

But now it seems that Lin Yi's rumors are not only true, but have actually weakened quite a bit. He's not a team healer at all; he's clearly a daddy!
If he had this buff before, Gollum would be confident that he could have easily conquered most of the worlds.

"Let go, just don't tip over when you get down." Lin Yi said with a hint of helplessness as he pulled his right leg away from Gulu's flat chest.

If it had been a woman with a stunning figure, the scene might have been quite different, but unfortunately, Gulu clearly had no advantage in that regard.

Gulu took a deep breath; she needed a battle to truly adapt to and verify this sudden power.

She didn't choose to violently break down the gate; that would be too conspicuous.

With a few casual movements, Gulu managed to pry open the lock on the gate. After all, Gulu was an assassin, so naturally he couldn't be unfamiliar with lock-picking skills.

Behind the gate is a huge passage extending deep underground.

The abandoned drainage pipes resembled the intestines of a giant beast, with an astonishing diameter and inner walls covered with thick, dark green algae and unidentified grime.

The pungent smell of engine oil, rust, and an indescribable sweet and fishy odor were mixed together.

The dim emergency lights flickered intermittently overhead, barely outlining the passageway and casting large, distorted, and swaying shadows.

The air was filled with a low-frequency buzzing noise, the mournful cry of the water pump wreckage resonating deep within the pipes.

The heavy metal door was tightly shut, its surface covered with dents and graffiti. A crooked skull spray-painted on it stood out, and a sliver of murky light peeked through the crack below.

At the elevator entrance, three men wearing dirty leather jackets, with messy metal chains and modified weapons hanging from their bodies, were leaning lazily against the cold metal wall.

A bald man with a face full of scars was boasting about his "achievements" last night, while another tall, thin man was fiddling with a broken radio that was making crackling noises. A third man was leaning against the elevator buttons, idly carving obscene patterns on the wall with a sharpened screwdriver.

They were too relaxed. This place was deep underground, the entrance to the Black Tooth Gang's lair, which had been operating for many years.

The chaos and danger of the surface world were kept out by that heavy gate, and the long-standing security had long since eroded their already limited vigilance.

"Ding--"

A dull metallic scraping sound rang out, and the gate behind the three people slowly slid open to the sides with a grating creak.

The man leaning against the button didn't even look up, muttering impatiently, "Which bastard came down again? Didn't we just change shifts..."

His words stopped abruptly.

Because the person standing inside the open door was not someone he recognized.

Two completely unfamiliar faces! And, an overwhelming sense of danger!
"Damn! There is..." The bald man reacted the fastest, his face instantly tensing up as he reached for the shotgun made from a thick water pipe hanging at his waist.

The tall, thin man also suddenly threw away the radio and tried to pull out the machete stuck in his boot.

Just as the elevator doors opened wide enough for one person to pass through, Gulu started moving.

puff!puff!puff!
Three faint, almost negligible sounds of sharp blades piercing flesh rang out almost simultaneously.

A very thin red line appeared on the bald man's throat. His expression of terror froze on his face. His hands were still in the position of grabbing the shotgun, but his body had already slumped backward uncontrollably.

The tall, thin man had only pulled his cleaver halfway out, and a small blood hole between his eyebrows was gushing out red and white substances.

The man leaning against the elevator button was even a beat slower than his companion. The screwdriver in his hand had just left the wall when a cold light precisely sliced ​​through his carotid artery. Hot blood gushed out like a fountain, splashing a large patch of glaring scarlet on the dirty metal wall.

From the moment the elevator doors opened to the moment the three people died, the time was less than a second.

Three corpses lay limply on the ground, their faces filled with disbelief and shock, and blood quickly spread across the cold, dirty surface.

Gulu appeared beside the bald man's corpse, his dagger unstained by a single drop of blood.

She glanced down at the rapidly cooling corpse on the ground, her brow furrowing in disgust, and spat out, "Pah, you poor wretch."

The kill notification for the Paradise of Reincarnation did not sound, there were no kill rewards, and not even the symbolic minimum amount of World Source notification.

Lin Yi stepped expressionlessly over the still-warm corpse on the ground and entered the elevator car.

The interior of the elevator car was spacious, but equally filthy. The walls were covered with various stains and scratches, and empty wine bottles and food wrappers were piled up in the corners, emitting a strong rancid smell.

He raised his hand and pressed the button marked "B7". The button was so worn that the numbers were no longer visible, leaving only a blurry oil stain.

The old gears groaned as the elevator began to slowly descend.

Inside the elevator car, only the noise of the machinery echoed.

"Ding-dong-"

The heavy notification sound was particularly jarring in the deathly silence: we've arrived at B7.

The elevator doors groaned in pain as they slowly slid open to both sides.

Outside the door was a wider, but more challenging, passageway.

This appears to be a core operating area deep within the old drainage hub, larger in scale than the upper passageway.

Countless abandoned pipes, like the decaying skeletons of countless dragons, crisscross and support the rusty steel structure above. The light here is even dimmer than on the upper floors, illuminated only by a few explosion-proof lights hanging between the pipes, casting large, deep, and flickering shadows.

On both sides of the passageway, crude "rooms" or "shacks" were roughly partitioned off with broken metal plates, rotten wooden boards, and dirty canvases. From inside, one could vaguely hear savage and unrestrained shouting, uninhibited filth, and groans mixed in.

The sound of the elevator doors opening finally caught the attention of several Black Tooth Gang members who were idly wandering in the corridor.

"Huh? Who came down?" A burly man, shirtless and revealing large patches of hideous, blurry tattoos, poked his head out from a shack separated by a tattered canvas. He looked over with drunken eyes, holding a half-empty bottle of murky liquid that looked like homemade brew.

When his cloudy eyes finally caught sight of the two completely unfamiliar figures standing in the elevator, his drunkenness was instantly dispelled by astonishment, and his eyes widened in shock.

"Enemy attack!!!"

A distorted roar suddenly ripped through the clamor of B7! Like a bucket of cold water being poured into a scalding oil pan.

Instantly, the passageway erupted into chaos!

"Copy guy!"

"Damn it, what kind of bastard dares to trespass on Black Tooth Gang territory?!"

"Kill them!"

Various noises surged in from all directions, and dozens of figures dressed in different clothes but exuding a violent aura rushed out from various cubicles.

They brandished crude machetes, homemade nail sticks, and even a few old-fashioned firearms in extremely poor condition.

"That's more like it." Gulu didn't rush towards the densest part of the crowd; her figure remained in the shadows.

"Damn it! Where's that woman?!"

"Up there! Watch out above!" Someone with sharp eyes barely caught a blurry afterimage flashing by in the shadows above and immediately pointed to the network of pipes above to warn them.

But before the words were finished—

laugh!
A cold glint emerged from the shadows behind a henchman who was looking up, piercing precisely into the back of his neck and instantly severing his cervical vertebrae.

He didn't even have time to let out a scream before his body went limp and he collapsed.

"Behind her! She's behind her..." Another guy who tried to shout a warning abruptly stopped.

He didn't even see how the other person moved. He only felt a flash of cold light before his eyes, and then a cold, sharp pain came from his throat. All his voice was blocked by the gushing blood.

The killing begins.

Gulu has completely transformed into the Grim Reaper; every time he appears, it is accompanied by a short, muffled groan or a scream.

A burly man charging at her wielding a spiked club was dodged by Gulu, who then swiftly stabbed him in the armpit with a backhand strike. The man's entire arm instantly lost its strength, and the spiked club slipped from his grasp.

As his face contorted in agony and terror, Gulu's dagger slid across his throat.

"Ugh...ugh..." The burly man collapsed, clutching his bleeding neck.

Another guy, hiding behind a pile of discarded metal boxes, was trying to aim an old revolver at Gulu when he peeked out and felt a chilling sensation on his wrist.

He looked down in astonishment and saw his right hand, along with the revolver he treasured, lying at his feet.

Before the gushing blood from his severed wrist and the belated, excruciating pain could fully assault his brain, a dagger had already pierced his back and emerged precisely from his heart.

He opened his mouth, but could only let out a meaningless gasp before losing consciousness completely.

Gulu even played a cruel game of "cat and mouse" with a hint of mockery.

She deliberately slowed down, following leisurely behind a henchman who was terrified and turned to run away, like a cat toying with its prey.

The henchmen were terrified, bursting with an unprecedented will to survive. They scrambled and crawled toward a corner piled with junk, letting out desperate whimpers.

Just when he thought he was about to take cover, the cold blade gently touched the back of his neck.

"No...don't kill me! I don't know anything!" The henchman stiffened, his pants instantly soaked, and a strong, pungent stench filled the air.

"Run, why aren't you running anymore?" Before the words were finished, the blade lightly sliced ​​through the air.

"Ugh..." The henchman's body went limp to the ground, his face still showing extreme fear.

This almost sadistic and cruel "game" greatly stimulated the nerves of the remaining Black Tooth Gang members, who were already stretched to their limit.

Fear, like the most contagious plague, spreads and grows wildly among people.

However, at the same time, it also completely unleashed the animalistic nature deep within the bones of some desperate criminals.

"Damn it! Fight her! Don't be afraid! She's all alone! Focus fire! Kill that weird bitch first!" A man with a scar on his face, who looked like a small leader, was hiding behind a group of trembling henchmen, shouting orders while brandishing a double-barreled shotgun with its barrel sawed off.

Several equally bloodthirsty desperados howled and fired wildly in the direction Gulu might appear, disregarding everything else.

Bang bang bang! Rat-a-tat-tat!
The deafening, brutal firing of the inferior firearms instantly drowned out all other noise in the passageway.

Most bullets struck the rusty pipe walls, metal structures, or walls in vain, sending up a series of dazzling sparks and flying rust debris.

Many stray bullets, completely out of their aim, bounced wildly in the narrow space, even accidentally injuring several of their own men who couldn't dodge in time, immediately triggering an even more chaotic scene of screams and curses.

Faced with this chaotic barrage of fire, Gulu's figure weaved through the hail of bullets; her dynamic visual perception ability had been enhanced to an unbelievable degree.

Her body always managed to twist and avoid fatal bullets at the last second, just as they were about to hit her.

Even the stray bullets that were impossible to avoid were precisely parried by her dagger. The dagger collided with the metal bullet, making a crisp "clink" sound and sending up tiny sparks.

"Monster... Monster! She's not human!" The man's mental defenses completely collapsed. In despair, he dropped the hot gun in his hand and turned to flee this death zone.

"Help!"

Panic, like a flood bursting its banks, completely shattered the remaining Black Tooth Gang members' pitiful will to resist.

The survivors began to flee like headless flies, crying and trying to escape deeper into the passage, and the scene descended into complete chaos.

Lin Yi, on the other hand, stood calmly near the elevator entrance from beginning to end, as if he were an uninvolved bystander.

He himself did not directly participate in the massacre, but would occasionally raise his hand very casually, his slender fingers pointing in a certain direction, and flick it lightly as if indifferent.

laugh!
A sword aura shot out from the sky.

A small, thin figure wielding a poisoned dagger, attempting to ambush Gulu from the side passage, froze after taking only two steps.

A tiny spot of blood slowly seeped from between his eyebrows, and then he collapsed as if his bones had been removed, his eyes still holding the ruthlessness and a trace of bewilderment from before the sneak attack.

Another sniper was hiding above a pipe in the distance, with a homemade crossbow set up. The sniper's finger had just touched the trigger when a similarly deadly sword aura swept across his neck.

He didn't even utter a sound before his head slumped to one side, and blood gushed down through the tubes.

The resistance in the passage quickly crumbled, and the once noisy and chaotic entrance area of ​​B7 was now filled only with sporadic groans and an overwhelming stench of blood.

Corpses lay scattered on the ground, and blood pooled on the cold ground, forming a thick stream that flowed slowly.

Gulu appeared before the last henchman who was trying to escape. The henchman was terrified, his body limp as a board, his crotch wet and then dry, wet and then dry again, his face covered in snot and tears. Seeing Gulu was like seeing a vengeful ghost, he desperately kowtowed and begged for mercy, his forehead hitting the cold ground with a dull thud: "Spare me! Heroine! Ancestor! Spare my worthless life! I surrender! I'll tell you everything! I know the gang's secrets! Don't kill me! Please don't kill me!"

Gulu didn't even glance at him, casually swung the dagger, and precisely cut open his throat.

The pleas for mercy abruptly stopped, leaving only the hissing sound of air leaking out.

She flicked the blood off her dagger, then looked around at the carnage she had created with her own hands, her face showing no discomfort or pity.

"Tsk, as expected, they're still a bunch of poor bastards." She kicked a corpse at her feet, but the notification sound from the Source of the World still didn't appear.

These low-level gang members can't be squeezed for any profit.

Lin Yi only left the elevator after Gulu had completely cleared out the "small fry" in this area. (End of Chapter)