The Emperor's Favorite: The Useless and Crazy Concubine Who Conquers the World

Su Ran's heart suddenly tightened, and he quickly stepped forward. When he saw the face of the corpse clearly, his body froze instantly.

That was Su Yao, his most beloved sister.

Su Yao lay there quietly, her body covered with shocking scars.

Her face was as pale as paper, lifeless, and her once lively eyes were tightly closed, as if she had fallen into an eternal sleep. Su Ran opened her eyes wide, her eyes full of disbelief and grief.

His world seemed to collapse at this moment, all sounds disappeared, leaving only his own violent heartbeat and heavy breathing.

He slowly squatted down, stretched out his hand tremblingly, and gently stroked Su Yao's face.

The cold touch made his heart feel as if it was pierced by thousands of sharp blades.

"Yao'er, how could this happen... Who, who hurt you?" Su Ran's voice was hoarse, full of pain and anger.

Every word seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of the soul, carrying endless sorrow.

Su Ran's eyes became extremely cold, and a strong murderous intent surged in his heart.

He gritted his teeth, his fists clenched so tightly that they made a creaking sound. "I must find the murderer and avenge you," he swore silently in his heart.

Su Ran hugged Su Yao's body tightly, tears falling from his eyes. The tears were like a flood that could not be stopped.

At this moment, he was no longer the strong and fearless warrior, but just a grieving brother who had lost his sister.

His shoulders trembled slightly, and the pain in his heart was like surging waves, hitting his soul wave after wave.

The air around him seemed to sense his grief and became heavy and oppressive.

The wind blew gently, ruffling Su Yao's hair.

Su Ran just hugged Su Yao like this, as if time stopped at this moment. He just wanted to spend more time with his sister, even if it was just for this last moment.

Lan Yunyan and the others continued to walk deeper into the secret realm, surrounded by a mysterious atmosphere. Under their feet was the soft soil with strange patterns.

Ahead of them was a colorful misty forest. The trees were towering into the clouds, and the trunks were gleaming with light, as if inlaid with countless dazzling gems.

Those leaves are as big as palm-leaf fans, and their colors are as brilliant as the sunset in the sky. When they sway in the wind, they make rustling sounds, as if whispering about the past of the secret place.

Lan Yunyan reached out and touched a leaf, feeling a slight tingling sensation at her fingertips, as if the forest was warning the intruder.

The further you go in, the dimmer the light becomes.

Occasionally, a few rays of light squeezed in from the gaps between the leaves, forming golden bands of light, with dust dancing in them, like a dream.

At this moment, a melodious flute sound came from somewhere. The sound was ethereal and ethereal, as if it had magic, making people unconsciously want to pursue it.

Lan Yunyan frowned slightly, a hint of vigilance flashed in her eyes, but she walked towards the direction where the flute sound came from without any hesitation.

As we walked, the road under our feet became muddy, and bubbles would occasionally emerge from the mud, emitting a pungent smell when they burst.

Suddenly, a vine sprang out from the mud and coiled towards them like a snake.

Lan Yunyan reacted quickly, drew her sword and swung it, breaking the vine in two and splashing green juice all around.

But more vines followed, and teammates used their skills one after another. For a moment, magic light and sword light intertwined, and a fierce fight broke out with these crazy vines.

While battling the vines, Lan Yunyan suddenly sensed a strange aura coming from the depths of the swamp. It was an ancient and sinister force, as if summoning something.

Just when everyone was gradually losing their strength, a large amount of blood gushed out of the swamp. The blood seemed to have life, gathering in one direction and gradually forming the shape of blood vines.

The moment the blood vine appeared, the air around it seemed to solidify. Its blood-red vines emitted a strange light, and each thorn looked like the scythe of the god of death.

Lan Yunyan looked at the blood vines, and an inexplicable urge surged in her heart. She could sense that this blood vine was different from the ordinary vines around it. It contained a powerful force, a force that could be tamed.

Lan Yunyan asked her teammates to step back first and faced the blood vines alone.

The blood vines seemed to sense Lan Yunyan's provocation and suddenly pounced towards her.

Lan Yunyan did not dodge. She closed her eyes, concentrated her mind, and released her soul power to form a protective shield.

The blood vines hit the protective shield with a loud roar, and the surrounding trees were rustling.

Lan Yunyan knew that in order to contract the blood vine, she had to establish a spiritual connection with it.

She began to try to use her soul power to touch the consciousness of the blood vine. At first, she felt endless violence and desire to kill, but Lan Yunyan did not retreat.

Lan Yunyan's figure flashed, cleverly avoiding the attack, and at the same time transformed her soul power into silk threads, wrapping around the blood vines.

Lan Yunyan stood in front of the blood vines, and the air around her seemed to be dyed a thick blood red.

The blood vines were trembling violently, and each vine looked like a burning blood-red flame, emitting a terrifying aura.

Lan Yunyan closed her eyes and mobilized all her soul power. Her body was gradually enveloped by a soft halo. The halo was like warm sunlight, forming a sharp contrast with the bloody violence of the blood vines.

Suddenly, the sharp thorns on the blood vine shot towards Lan Yunyan like sharp arrows, but were bounced away by the halo at the moment they were about to touch her body.

Lan Yunyan suddenly opened her eyes, and she took the initiative to walk towards the blood vines, stretched out her hands, and let the thorns on the vines pierce her skin.

Blood gushed out instantly, flowing along the vines and blending with the red light of the blood vines themselves.

In an instant, an extremely dazzling blood light shot up into the sky, completely enveloping Lan Yunyan and the blood vines.

"Blood vines, soul bonds. With my soul, I touch your heart. Obey my command, feel my affection. Connected by blood, bound by a contract. Souls resonate, sharing life and death."