Sludge suction system

Outside the secret chamber, the heavy shadows seemed to come alive, slowly surging and converging, finally solidifying into a sinister human figure—it was Wang Jing. He was completely shrouded in a pitch-black night suit, with only his eyes visible, gleaming with a hungry wolf-like light, a mixture of malice, greed, and impatience.

Wang Jing stood pressed against the wall, his chest heaving rapidly as he struggled to suppress the surging emotions within him—a mixture of excitement at his impending success and apprehension about the unknown dangers lurking in the secret chamber. He crouched low, his steps light and deliberate, slowly approaching the tightly closed stone door, each step executed with extreme caution, as if afraid of disturbing the person inside. Once close enough, his entire body tensed like a taut bowstring, his ear pressed against the door, intently listening for even the slightest sound. He gripped the sharp dagger tightly in his hand, its tip trembling slightly, reflecting a blinding glint of cold light, as if urgently proclaiming his impending thirst for blood.

Having confirmed that Mu Yangzi inside seemed to be completely focused on circulating his internal energy to resist the surging poison within his body, Wang Jing took a deep breath, a resolute glint in his eyes, and abruptly pushed open the stone door. With a muffled "boom," the stone door slowly opened, and a musty, decaying, and blood-tinged stench rushed out. Wang Jing, however, seemed oblivious. His gaze, sharp as a torch, instantly pierced through the billowing smoke and dust, locking onto the swaying Mu Yangzi inside. At that moment, in his eyes, Mu Yangzi was no longer a person, but a gold mine filled with rare treasures, and the Spirit Serpent Poison Technique manual was the most dazzling jewel among them.

Mu Yangzi's already clouded consciousness, weakened by the poison, instantly cleared. Terrified, he endured the excruciating pain in his meridians, which felt like insects gnawing at him. He braced himself with his hands on the ground and used the force to rise abruptly. His eyes blazed with fury: "Wang Jing! You shameless and despicable scoundrel, how dare you be so audacious as to trespass into my secret chamber!" His voice was like a broken bellows, hoarse and rough from anger and pain, but the majesty accumulated over decades still resonated like a great bell, causing the walls of the secret chamber to creak.

Wang Jing's lips curled into a twisted, cold smile, his facial muscles twitching slightly as he took a step forward, each step carrying a heavy, oppressive weight. He raised the dagger in his hand, its blade gleaming coldly in the dim candlelight, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue: "Old man, look at your wretched state now, you're a dying man. If you know what's good for you, quickly hand over the Spirit Serpent Poison Technique manual, and maybe I'll take pity on you and give you an antidote, sparing your old bones your dog's life."

Mu Yangzi, enraged, laughed, the sound echoing in the secret chamber and causing the candlelight to flicker wildly: "Bah! You heartless, ungrateful wretch! I was truly blind to have let a wolf into my house, failing to see through your vile and treacherous intentions sooner. You want the secret manual? Only if I die today!" Although the poison within him surged like a tidal wave, constantly assaulting his body, causing his legs to tremble and his figure to sway, Mu Yangzi still managed to straighten his spine with all his might. His spine was like a long spear, piercing straight towards Wang Jing, his eyes filled with unwavering determination, defiance, and deep contempt for Wang Jing.

Wang Jing's eyes instantly turned ferocious, like a demon, veins bulging on his forehead like writhing earthworms. He gritted his teeth, forcing out a low, murderous slur: "Fine! Fine! You won't listen to reason, so don't blame me for being ruthless! Today, I'm determined to get this secret manual, even if it means stepping over your dead body!" With that, he flashed, transforming into a black lightning bolt, carrying a chilling wind and surging killing intent, lunging straight at Mu Yangzi. The dagger in his hand drew a shrill arc in the air, carrying the aura of death, aiming straight for Mu Yangzi's throat.

Seeing this, Mu Yangzi forcefully suppressed his surging blood and qi, gathered his remaining true energy, and lightly touched the ground with his toes, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow. Although he was poisoned, the profound foundation of his decades of martial arts training erupted in this life-or-death moment, and his moves were still powerful and fierce, revealing his former sharpness. However, Wang Jing was now blinded by greed and madness, his eyes bloodshot, and his attacks were like a storm, each move aimed at killing, leaving no room for retreat. In an instant, the air in the secret room was filled with howling winds of fists, like the wails of ghosts and wolves; flashing blades, like dancing lightning snakes, and a thrilling, life-or-death struggle unfolded in this small, dimly lit space.

Inside the sealed room, the atmosphere was so heavy it felt like solidified lead, making it hard to breathe. Mu Yangzi endured the corrosive effects of the poison in his body, his eyes warily fixed on Wang Jing, who was acting like a madman. His clothes were soaked with sweat, and his white hair clung messily to his cheeks, but his posture remained upright like a pine tree, exuding the resilience of someone who had been through many battles.

Wang Jing's attacks grew increasingly fierce, each move aimed at killing, yet he still couldn't break through Mu Yangzi's tenacious defense. He was secretly annoyed, a sinister glint flashing in his eyes. Suddenly, he feigned a stumble, his left hand pretending to brace himself, while his right hand swiftly flicked through his sleeve, sending several poisoned silver needles flying silently towards Mu Yangzi's chest like ghosts in the night.

Mu Yangzi sensed the approaching danger and tried to dodge, but the poison within his body suddenly backfired, slowing his movements by half a beat. With a few soft "plop" sounds, the silver needles pierced deeply into his chest. Mu Yangzi groaned, his face instantly draining of color, and he swayed back a few steps, barely managing to stand by leaning against the wall.

"Hmph, old man, let's see how you struggle now!" Seeing that his sneak attack had succeeded, Wang Jing's face revealed a smug and ferocious expression. He rushed forward and kicked Mu Yangzi in the abdomen. Mu Yangzi was powerless to resist and was kicked to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Wang Jing straddled Mu Yangzi, gripping his neck tightly with both hands, and said viciously, "Hand over the Spirit Serpent Poison Technique manual now, or today will be your death day!" Mu Yangzi's eyes were bloodshot, his hands weakly trying to pry Wang Jing's fingers open, making gurgling sounds in his throat, and he managed to squeeze out a few words through gritted teeth: "You... don't even think about it..."

Wang Jing was furious. He released his grip and punched Mu Yangzi's chest several times. "You won't listen to reason, so you'll have to suffer the consequences! Do you think you can keep the manual? I've poisoned everyone in your Mu family. None of them will survive. This manual will be mine sooner or later!" Upon hearing this, Mu Yangzi was shocked. His eyes were filled with despair and indignation, but a stubbornness still shone deep in his eyes. He kept his mouth tightly shut and refused to utter a single word.

Seeing this, Wang Jing stood up and frantically searched the secret room, throwing various precious items all over the floor in a mess, cursing incessantly: "Where is that secret manual hidden? You old bastard, if you don't hand it over, I'll turn your Mu mansion upside down!" In the secret room, despair and greed intertwined and collided, and a tragedy caused by the secret manual was sliding into an even darker abyss.

"Since you refuse to tell the truth, then on our wedding day, we'll exchange the lives of everyone in the Mu family for this secret manual!" Wang Jing's face gradually became twisted and crazed.