After being demoted, my 300,000-strong army trampled the imperial city!

Two people were missing from the team at some point.

Liu Longyue, Tong Shan, and the others looked back and, sure enough, the two Martial Grandmaster experts who were walking at the back of the group had disappeared at some point.

To be honest, the sudden disappearance of two grown people in this desolate village late at night was eerie and unsettling. Even someone as strong as Tong Shan felt uneasy about it.

"Be alert."

Liu Longyue frowned. She didn't believe that ghosts and monsters really existed in this world.

The group continued forward, everyone remaining vigilant.

Just as the procession reached the central section of the village, a sudden, melodious opera singing drifted from somewhere.

The singing style was ethereal and elusive, like fingernails scratching glass, creating an inexplicable sense of dread.

Upon hearing this familiar melody, Chen Futu felt goosebumps drop all over his body.

Even knowing that the entity in the shadows is a living, breathing person embodied by the system, I still couldn't help but think of the DVDs I watched as a child, and I remember being too afraid to go to the toilet alone for a long time back then.

"Who is playing tricks? Get out!"

Tong Shan and a group of powerful figures quickly protected Liu Longyue's dragon carriage, warily looking around at the pitch-black night.

No one answered; the babbling melody continued to echo around, seemingly near yet far, elusive and unpredictable.

"Chen Futu, what on earth are you up to?!"

Tong Shan scolded and asked.

Chen Futu raised an eyebrow and said, "What does this have to do with me? If I remember correctly, this is the territory ruled by the Northern Wu."

"Could it be that a powerful figure from your Great Xia is hiding in the shadows, playing tricks?"

"If you say so, then so be it. Besides, your cultivation is incredibly strong, are you afraid or something?"

Chen Futu's sarcasm was on full display.

Tong Shan snorted, leaped onto a large tree, and looked around. Just then, the group fell into chaos again.

"Your Majesty! It's terrible! Two more people have gone missing!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Longyue could no longer sit still. She stepped down from the imperial carriage, looked around, and her crimson imperial robes fluttered in the wind. "Chen Futu, are you sure it wasn't you who did this?"

"Of course not, unless I can predict the future and know that I will be captured alive by you."

Chen Futu put on a sincere expression.

Liu Longyue gave a cold laugh, "A true man should die if he wants to, but I hope you won't do anything that will make me despise you."

After saying that, she ordered a search of the vicinity to find out what was putting on an act, and if all else failed, to wake up the villagers and ask them what was going on.

So the group dispersed and knocked on the doors of nearby houses.

With a creak, a courtyard gate opened, and an elderly man, holding an oil lamp, shakily poked his head out and asked, "What are you doing here?"

One of the powerful figures angrily said, "Did you hear the commotion outside? Who's putting on a show?"

The old man listened intently for a moment, then a strange smile appeared on his weathered face. "What opera? I didn't hear anything."

"you……"

The powerful man was enraged and wanted to draw his sword to kill.

Liu Longyue immediately scolded, "Stop being so presumptuous! Put your knife away now!"

The group then retreated, no longer daring to cause trouble.

Chen Futu couldn't help but think more highly of Liu Longyue; she was a good emperor who knew not to kill innocent people indiscriminately.

Liu Longyue came to the door herself, smiled at the old man, and said, "We were being presumptuous. The sound of the opera singing is clearly there, so why do you say you can't hear it?"

The old man, however, didn't give her any face and said irritably, "If you can't hear me, you can't hear me. Hurry up and leave, don't disturb our rest."

After saying that, the old man slammed the door shut, leaving Liu Longyue feeling like she had been turned away.

Chen Futu teased, "Your Majesty, it must feel bad to be turned away at the door, right?"

"Your Majesty should worry more about yourself. Once you get the item, it will be your death day."

Liu Longyue glared and personally led the team forward. Before they had taken a few steps, a scream rang out. The sudden scream startled everyone. Looking in the direction of the sound, they saw four heads appearing on the road behind the team. These were the four powerful figures who had just gone missing.

"How could this be?"

Liu Longyue stared in astonishment at the four severed heads, then looked back at the pitch-black night around her.

"Ya ...

The singing style was ethereal and elusive, making it all the more sinister and terrifying.

"Who is it! Show yourself and challenge me if you dare!" Liu Longyue shouted sharply, her red robe billowing.

As soon as he finished speaking, the singing stopped abruptly, and the village fell into an eerie silence once more.

Guan Xing clung tightly to Chen Futu's arm, his face ashen. "Your Majesty, my hair is standing on end. What is that?"

"There are so many people, what are you afraid of?"

Chen Futu secretly summoned the drought demon and the bronze-armored corpse to guard him. Chu Jiangliu was a manifestation of the system, and his purpose was not to destroy the Ancient Palace and the Northern Martial Sect, but to target him.

The silence continued as the powerful figures present prepared for battle.

However, nothing happened after that, as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.

Just as everyone was secretly relieved, an unexpected change occurred!

A dark figure silently swept through the crowd, and the group immediately fell into chaos. In that instant, seven or eight people were killed, their internal organs spilling out onto the ground. Even worse, some had their hearts ripped out, and some had their heads roll off the ground, leaving headless corpses to crash to the ground.

The scene was shocking. Chen Futu and Liu Longyue exchanged a glance and saw the horror in each other's eyes.

The Martial Venerables and Martial Emperors present roared like thunder, "Who is it?!"

"get out!"

I can't see it clearly, I can't see it at all.

The opponent was too fast; even Tong Shan couldn't overtake the group instantly and, in the process, casually gouge out hearts and behead seven or eight people.

"System, you've gone too far. Chu Jiangliu's strength is probably enough to kill even me instantly."

Chen Futu felt a chill run down his spine; the survival difficulty in Corpse Anecdotes was simply too outrageous.

[Please utilize all available resources to survive; the reward will increase accordingly.]

"What if I get killed?"

The system will intervene.

"You better be reliable. I don't want my business to fail halfway through."

While Chen Futu was talking to the system, the shadowy figure swept past the group again, this time instantly killing five people. Tong Shan, who had been watching from the tree, suddenly attacked the shadowy figure, shouting, "Where do you think you're going!"

Rumble!

He pressed down with his palm, but the black shadow countered with a strike of his own. A chaotic flow of qi swept in all directions, and the team was thrown into disarray by the clash between the supreme experts. Even Liu Longyue was blown away, and only with the protection of several Martial Venerables was she not in a particularly sorry state.

Chen Futu, protected by the copper-armored corpse and the drought demon, held onto Guan Xing tightly.

"Ahahahaha——"

The sharp, dense, and sinister female laughter echoed as the shadow gracefully landed on a rooftop ten meters away, only to vanish in an instant.

The powerful figures present all had excellent eyesight and caught a glimpse of her true face, leaving an indelible mark on their hearts. The woman wore a dark blue robe, had disheveled hair, a face like rotten wood, and eyes and mouth that resembled abysses, dark and unfathomable.