After being sentenced to death, she came to her senses.

Fang Xiaoran's eyes darkened slightly, and as she dodged to the side, she shot out a silver needle from her fingertip.

"Ding--"

The crisp sound of metal clashing exploded in the darkness.

A man dressed in strange black clothes lashed out at her with a soft whip.

Although it is called a soft whip, it is covered with barbs. If you are accidentally struck, your skin will burst open instantly.

The key is that these barbs are covered in venom, which, once it enters the body, will spread throughout the entire body in an instant.

Fang Xiaoran was a master of poisons, so she naturally saw through the clues at a glance.

A cold glint flashed in her eyes, and just as the soft whip struck, she suddenly stepped back and leaned back. The barbs barely grazed the tip of her nose, and the resulting gust of bloody wind ruffled the stray hairs on her forehead.

This person's attack was fatal and ruthless; it wasn't a simple fight, but rather a brutal massacre.

Could this person be the legendary God of Slaughter? It's no wonder she's been targeted by him, and making a move here is the best option.

Fang Xiaoran had been waiting for this moment. She flicked her wrist and threw out several more silver needles, but they were all deflected by the whip.

The two faced off, locked in a stalemate. The whip and silver needles traced cold, sharp lines in the air, the barbed whip flashing like a venomous snake, grazing her clothes several times and leaving scorched marks on the ground.

Her steps appeared unsteady, but she was secretly adjusting her breathing, the silver needles at her fingertips remaining drawn but not released.

After thirty moves, she suddenly tripped and her body faltered slightly. Seeing this, the man in black suddenly approached and pressed forward. Fang Xiaoran's eyes suddenly flickered, and she forcefully grabbed his wrist. A faint fragrance filled the air, causing the man to lose his senses for a moment.

However, in that very moment, a small white insect crawled unsuspectingly onto his neck. In the instant he regained his senses, it suddenly distanced itself from Fang Xiaoran. Just as he was about to make a move, he saw Fang Xiaoran gently curl the corners of her lips.

The man in black immediately changed his expression, and his eyes gradually became vacant.

Fang Xiaoran didn't want to use the Gu Spirit Secret Technique, but she had to admit it was the fastest method.

The man in black froze, stopping in his tracks. Fang Xiaoran twitched her fingertips, and dozens of small white Gu worms fell from her sleeve to the ground, instantly crawling onto the man in black's body.

"You help me clear the way. I need a lot of people. Since there's no shortcut, I can only risk my lifespan to try."

Fang Xiaoran spoke calmly, and the man in black nodded expressionlessly before disappearing into the darkness.

Watching him leave, Fang Xiaoran breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, this so-called god of death was not as powerful as she had imagined, otherwise it would have been difficult to subdue him this time.

But is this person really the so-called god of death? Although he is strong, he is not as powerful as rumored. Could it be a misrepresentation?

Whether she admits or acknowledges her mistake, Fang Xiaoran has gained something. Now, no matter who she faces, she will use the Gu Spirit Secret Technique, not to kill them, but to save time and reach the next level as quickly as possible.

In fact, her use of this technique was undoubtedly cheating, but the Netherworld Path did not explicitly prohibit it, since it was considered a personal ability.

However, this would be quite taxing on Fang Xiaoran, as it would shorten her lifespan, which is no small matter, but she had no other options.

Time flies, and ten days have passed in the blink of an eye.

Many people were eliminated, leaving only the most capable. The fact that the Jade-Faced Young Master and the God of Slaughter still exist has led many to question whether Gu Yuqing is serious.

The fact that Fang Xiaoran hasn't been eliminated yet is enough to demonstrate her prowess.

Who will actually reach the fiftieth floor?

The people in the seats were talking about it, quite curious about it.

Some people also said: "Maybe there aren't any at all, just like before. Although there are quite a few powerful people this time, so far, apart from these two, no one more powerful has appeared. Besides, Meng Po is not so easy to deal with. Even if we arrive, so what? We might just fall into Meng Po's hands."

Meng Po is indeed a legendary figure, although she is different from the Meng Po in the so-called underworld. The fact that she has such a title is enough to show how powerful she is.

For this reason, many people doubt that even if they could reach the fiftieth floor, with Meng Po guarding it, it would be impossible to break through.

Only those who defeat Meng Po can make demands of the Lord of the Dark Alley; otherwise, arriving here will be in vain.

"However, there is something strange about this trial. Although quite a few people have been eliminated so far, it is much less than before. Moreover, someone has already reached the fortieth floor. However, this person's strength is currently unknown, and the Dark Alley knows very little about him, so we cannot give them an accurate answer."

"This person wasn't among the bettors, which is somewhat unexpected by Dark Alley."

"It seems to go through the Death Gate and go directly from the tenth floor to the fortieth floor."

"..."

Hearing the discussions, Gu Yuqing calmly sipped his tea, as if those matters had nothing to do with him. As for who this person who had reached the fortieth level was, he didn't care.

Neither side is the one he's betting on, so paying attention to them is pointless.

However, Miss Yao and the others looked solemn and began to doubt the authenticity of this person, whether it was just a coincidence, and whether they could survive on the fortieth floor.

This is the highest level we've reached so far. Nobody knows what's inside. At the very least, the guardian is definitely not simple, and we might lose our lives.

In just a few days, Fang Xiaoran reached the 35th floor at top speed, which was already very close to the 50th floor. The number of people eliminated had gradually decreased in the past few days, but it was not completely eliminated. Fang Xiaoran was intentionally controlling it, and it was indeed very energy-consuming to manage so many people at the same time. Fortunately, her efforts were not in vain.

Many people began to wonder why this time it had lasted so long; could there really be a master?

Logically speaking, once you reach this level, no one should be able to form a united front. Firstly, the items are difficult to distribute; secondly, there are too many passages, and you might not even run into anyone; and thirdly, people's hearts are the hardest to control, so you might get stabbed in the back while trying to cooperate.

But Fang Xiaoran's method doesn't require considering these things at all, and there's no risk of backstabbing, unless there's someone here who knows the secret art of Gu Spirit.

"Thirty-five, soon it will be forty. I wonder if I can break through to forty-five this time, or even reach fifty. It's really unexpected. The person he chose back then has not been eliminated yet. He must have chosen a master on purpose, not just randomly."

Miss Yao looked at the private room where Gu Yuqing had been, a hint of coldness appearing in her eyes.

“He hasn’t shown up for the past few days, which seems to make him very confident. On the contrary, we are starting to get impatient.” The beautiful young woman picked up a small pastry, ate it, and looked at Miss Yao with a smile.

None of them were absent, and Mr. Nian, in particular, arrived very early, presumably because he believed he had a high chance of success this time.

As for the others, some were just watching the spectacle, some wanted to make a fortune from it, and some were waiting for their chosen ones to reach the fiftieth floor so they could have the opportunity to make demands of the Lord of the Dark Alley.

“Thirty-five floors.” Fang Xiaoran gazed into the distance. It was much slower than she had expected. She had been working day and night for the past few days, hoping to reach the fortieth floor as soon as possible. That would be a new watershed, and she feared it would be difficult to use the Gu Spirit Secret Technique there anymore.

On the eighth day, Fang Xiaoran had already arrived at the thirty-ninth floor.

The speed still didn't meet her needs, and she discovered a problem: even under her control, quite a few people were still lost, showing that the further she went, the more dangerous it became.

The guardians on these levels are all quite powerful. Fang Xiaoran only broke through by taking shortcuts, mainly because she didn't want to expend too much energy. She was already very tired from using the Gu Spirit Secret Technique. If she were to fight again, she might be defeated before even reaching the fiftieth level.

The bluestone pavement on the thirty-ninth floor had an eerie bluish-gray hue, as if it had been soaked in some kind of corrosive liquid, and there was a hint of decay in the air.

Fang Xiaoran frowned, took out a pill and swallowed it. This place was full of toxins. Whether it was the secret passages, the stone walls or the burning candles, they could all release a certain amount of toxins. Moreover, the toxins were not weak. The closer you got to the entrance, the stronger the toxins became.

It seems the guardian of this level is a master of poisons.

However, Fang Xiaoran is least afraid of using poison.

She continued walking forward when she suddenly heard faint footsteps coming from behind her.

How could that be? No one should be able to approach without her permission. Could there be someone else being controlled by the Gu Spirit Secret Technique?

The footsteps grew closer, and the candlelight embedded in the stone wall flickered, stretching the shadows and making it possible to vaguely see a figure slowly walking out of the darkness.

This person's aura was extremely faint, almost imperceptible. If it weren't for the sound of footsteps, Fang Xiaoran wouldn't have been able to detect it immediately.

With a slight twitch of her fingertips, she had already grasped the short sword in her hand. She had hardly used any other hidden weapons along the way, but this time was clearly different.

As the face emerged from the shadows, Fang Xiaoran's eyes widened in surprise.

how come……