Rebirth of the Scumbag and the Retribution of the White Lotus

Yang Qiming fell to the ground, his eyes still filled with disbelief. His body convulsed violently, as if he was desperately trying to break free. However, no matter how he struggled, the surrounding space was completely controlled, as if everything was predetermined.

Zhao Shufang and Lu Lingyuan stood still, their eyes fixed on the fallen Yang Qiming. Although he had lost his fighting ability, he still carried a dangerous aura, as if he could return at any moment. Both knew they couldn't let their guard down.

"Why don't you fight back?" Lu Lingyuan suddenly spoke, his tone calm but with a hint of coldness. "Your power has been almost exhausted, why don't you beg for mercy?"

Yang Qiming coughed up a mouthful of blood, his eyes cunning. "Beg for mercy? You underestimated me!" He raised his head with a malicious smile on his face. "Even if I lose, you might not be able to leave alive."

"Oh?" Zhao Shufang frowned slightly, her eyes gradually becoming sharper. "What else are you planning to do?"

Yang Qiming's smile grew even more smug. "Do you think you can be safe if you kill me? You've already walked into my trap."

Lu Lingyuan couldn't help but sneer: "Trap? You've been defeated, how can you still have the ability to set a trap?"

Yang Qiming stared at them, the madness in his eyes still undimmed. "Even if you kill me, you will never be able to escape my curse." He uttered a few words, then muttered softly, "You will all die in this place. You won't even be able to escape."

These words were like a bolt from the blue, instantly making Zhao Shufang and Lu Lingyuan's expressions become solemn. Although they both knew that Yang Qiming's words might just be a threat before his death, they couldn't help but have a trace of doubt in their hearts.

"The curse you mentioned?" Zhao Shufang asked calmly. Her eyes were no longer so contemptuous, but more vigilant.

Yang Qiming smiled faintly. "Haha, just wait, you'll understand sooner or later." His words were laced with undisguised sinisterness and viciousness. "When I die, the curse will begin. Death will pursue you forever, and you will not be able to escape."

Zhao Shufang's heart stirred, and a hint of doubt flashed in her eyes, but she quickly regained her composure. "Do you think I believe that?" she whispered, her tone a little cold.

Lu Lingyuan smiled coldly, his eyes as sharp as a knife: "It's ridiculous to say such nonsense before dying."

Yang Qiming's smile gradually disappeared, replaced by a face full of anger and helplessness: "If you kill me, just wait for what will happen after my death." He exhaled his last heavy breath, and there was no life in his eyes.

Looking at Yang Qiming's body, Zhao Shufang and Lu Lingyuan stood there for a moment, a depressing atmosphere in the air. Although the surface seemed calm, they both knew that the matter was far from over.

"Let's get out of here first." Lu Lingyuan finally broke the silence, a hint of alertness in his voice, "The curse here is not something we can ignore."

Zhao Shufang nodded, quickly gathered up her talisman and magical instruments, and headed for the passage's exit. Even though Yang Qiming was dead, she still felt an inexplicable sense of oppression. She knew the power of the curse might have only just begun.

After walking out of the passage, the two finally breathed a sigh of relief. Outside was the cold night sky, and the moonlight fell on them, illuminating the way forward. Although it seemed safe, Zhao Shufang's heart was still uneasy.

"Do you believe what Yang Qiming said?" Lu Lingyuan asked in a deep voice.

Zhao Shufang didn't answer immediately, but lowered her head slightly. After thinking for a moment, she raised her head with a determined light in her eyes: "No matter what he says, since we have already walked out, there is no turning back."

"Aren't you afraid?" Lu Lingyuan raised his eyebrows slightly, obviously a little surprised.

"What can I do if I'm afraid?" Zhao Shufang chuckled, a hint of self-mockery in her tone. "I can't just sit there and do nothing because of a dead man's threat."

"That's true." Lu Lingyuan smiled and then fell silent again.

The two walked for a while, seemingly far away from the source of the curse, but Zhao Shufang suddenly stopped and looked back into the darkness in the distance. That darkness seemed to hide countless secrets, and an all-consuming power quietly waited for an opportunity.

"Do you feel it?" Zhao Shufang asked suddenly, her tone becoming heavy.

Lu Lingyuan didn't answer, but he frowned slightly, his gaze sharpening. As his gaze shifted, the air grew tense and heavy, as if some unknown force were approaching.

"Let's go." Zhao Shufang said in a low voice, with a hint of determination in her voice.

However, just as they were about to move on, suddenly, a low roar came from the darkness in the distance, and then the whole earth began to shake, as if something was rising from the ground.

Zhao Shufang and Lu Lingyuan suddenly stopped and looked at each other, their eyes full of vigilance and tension.

"This isn't an ordinary tremor," Zhao Shufang analyzed calmly. "This is the power of the earth. It seems like something is about to break out from the ground."

Lu Lingyuan thought intently, "If I'm not mistaken, the 'curse' Yang Qiming mentioned is taking effect. We need to get out of here quickly."

However, when they were about to turn around and leave, a figure suddenly appeared in the darkness ahead.

The man was wearing a black robe, his face expressionless, but there was an elusive light flashing in his eyes.

"Who are you?" Zhao Shufang quickly became alert, with a hint of coldness flashing in her eyes.

The black-robed man smiled slightly, and said in a low and mysterious voice: "You can't leave now."