Quick Transmigration: The Beautiful Host Wants to Have Both Love and Career

Ultimately, under the suffocating pressure of the mysterious man, the hideous black mist monster was completely cornered.

Its enormous body, formed from a dense aura of evil, began to disintegrate at a visible rate.

Countless wisps of pitch-black smoke, like frightened little beasts, scattered and fled wildly in all directions.

It was as if they were doing everything in their power to escape this terrifying, nightmarish place.

However, men are not about to let it go so easily.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze revealing a resolute and ruthless expression.

Immediately afterwards, he increased the pressure again, and a powerful force that seemed capable of destroying the world erupted from his body.

A dazzling light, so bright it was impossible to look directly at, as brilliant as the sun falling from the heavens, shot out from his hand with lightning speed.

Wherever the light passed, space seemed to be torn apart, emitting a chilling buzzing sound.

When the beam of light struck the black mist monster directly, the once arrogant monster had no time to react.

Under the violent impact of this light, it was instantly shattered into countless tiny, almost invisible particles.

The particles dispersed like dust in the light, disappearing into the air in the blink of an eye as if they had never existed.

The surrounding air seemed to be completely purified at that moment.

The oppressive, almost suffocating aura of evil vanished completely, like smoke swept away by a raging wind.

The man slowly withdrew his oppressive aura and stood there quietly, like an unyielding god.

His posture remained as upright as a pine tree, and his tall and straight figure exuded an indescribable majesty in the dim light.

His expression was calm as still water, as if the thrilling battle that had just taken place had never happened.

In that place so silent it seemed even the air itself had frozen, the mysterious man slowly walked to the coffin that exuded an old, worn aura.

His footsteps were light, yet each step seemed to tread on the veins of time, emitting a faint echo.

The man's figure appeared somewhat blurry in the dim light, yet it exuded an indescribable air of authority.

He reached out, ready to gently push open the heavy coffin lid.

Just as the man's hand was about to touch the heavy coffin lid, the villagers, who had been silent all along, seemed to be awakened instantly.

Their faces were filled with tension and determination, and they all gathered around the man.

"Don't open it!"

An elderly villager shouted, his voice sounding particularly abrupt in the silent space.

Other villagers echoed this sentiment, their eyes revealing strong vigilance and unease.

The man frowned slightly, stopped what he was doing, and slowly swept his gaze over the crowd.

His eyes held a condescending majesty, as if he were scrutinizing a group of presumptuous ants.

"I must open this coffin."

The man's voice was deep and powerful, carrying an undeniable firmness.

The villagers, however, refused to back down. They surrounded the coffin tightly, forming a human wall.

"No! The things inside must not be disturbed!"

A young and strong villager gripped his farm tools tightly, adopting a defensive posture.

The two sides were deadlocked, and the atmosphere instantly became tense.

The air was thick with tension, as if a fierce conflict could erupt at any moment.

The villagers grew increasingly agitated, shouting and trying to stop the man's actions.

The man stood there quietly, exuding a powerful aura, showing no sign of backing down.

As the two sides confronted each other, the tense atmosphere intensified, and the conflict gradually escalated.

One hot-tempered villager couldn't contain himself and rushed forward, trying to push the man away.

The man's eyes sharpened, and he easily dodged the villagers' charge by slightly turning his body.

But this action was like lighting a fuse on a powder keg. Seeing this, the other villagers also waved their tools and rushed towards the man.

The man snorted coldly, and his aura suddenly erupted, the powerful pressure spreading outwards like a surging wave.

The villagers who rushed to the front were instantly shaken by the oppressive force and retreated one after another, their faces showing fear.

However, the villagers did not give up. Their stubbornness and fear of the unknown gave them the courage to launch another attack.

"We mustn't let him open the coffin lid, or disaster will befall us!"

The villagers shouted loudly, as if to bolster their courage.

Their attack, though chaotic, was filled with determination.

The man's patience seemed to have run out, and his eyes grew even colder.

With a gentle wave of his hand, an invisible force swept out like a whirlwind, knocking the nearby villagers to the ground.

The villagers lay on the ground, groaning in pain, but they still stared at the man with stubborn eyes, refusing to back down an inch.

At this moment, the entire scene descended into extreme chaos.

The shouts of the villagers, the men's intimidation, and the fierce conflict between the two sides intertwined, as if a breathtaking storm was raging in this quiet place.

Just as the conflict between the villagers and the men reached its climax, the old coffin suddenly made a slight noise.

This faint sound seemed particularly abrupt in the tense atmosphere.

Everyone was stunned, as if they had been frozen in place, and subconsciously stopped what they were doing.

Their gazes all turned to the coffin, their eyes filled with astonishment and confusion.

The coffin lid moved slowly, making a low, grinding sound.

As the coffin lid was gradually opened, a figure slowly sat up; it was Yun Suisi.

His hair was slightly messy, which only added to his gentle demeanor.

His face was barely visible in the dim light, yet his delicate features and deep eyes were still discernible.

The man's gaze instantly fell like a sharp arrow onto Yun Suisi in the coffin.

In that instant, time seemed to stand still, and everything around became blurry, except for Yun Suisi's figure, which was clearly imprinted in the man's eyes.

The man subconsciously smiled.

Yun Suisi was slightly taken aback, clearly surprised by the man's reaction.

He looked at the man quietly, his eyes filled with scrutiny and doubt.

The man seemed to notice Yun Suisi's gaze. He slowly suppressed his smile, and his eyes became deep.

Who are you? Why are you here?

The man's voice was deep and magnetic, carrying an undeniable air of authority.

Yun Suisi slightly raised his chin, his expression indifferent.

"I'm also wondering, who are you? And why are you here?"

His tone was calm, yet it revealed a firmness.

The surrounding villagers looked at Yun Suisi and the man, their hearts filled with unease and fear.

The villagers stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with terror, which seemed to spread rapidly like a tidal wave.

One of the villagers said in a trembling voice:

"The offerings are still... still there? How is that possible?"

His voice was filled with disbelief and deep fear.

Another villager chimed in, his voice trembling with panic and unease:

"Could it be...could it be that there was a problem with the ritual?"

Or is there some terrible force preventing our rituals?

The villagers looked at each other, their eyes filled with doubt and fear.

Then, the villagers’ attention was focused on Yun Suisi again, and their fear gradually turned into a crazy determination.

An older villager's eyes flashed with a fierce glint as he shouted:

"No matter the reason, this offering cannot be kept!"

His existence might bring us even greater disaster!

The other villagers echoed their sentiments, seemingly blinded by fear, with only one thought in their minds: to kill Yun Suisi.

The villagers gripped their farm tools and makeshift weapons, slowly gathering around Yun Suisi.

Their eyes were filled with murderous intent, as if Yun Suisi were a demon that had to be eradicated.

Yun Suisi stood there quietly, watching the villagers approach, his eyes showing no fear, only a calm scrutiny.