After I stopped trying, a rich woman trained me into a demon emperor.

The heads that rolled on the ground flew back to their severed necks one by one.

Some skulls were missing half of their heads.

Some had fractured jaws.

Some had their eye sockets gouged out, leaving only two dark red demonic flames dancing inside their bone cavities.

But after they returned to their positions, hundreds of armored demon corpses rose up at the same time.

The armor plates collided, and old blood was shaken out from the cracks.

The gray cloud was pushed upwards by the demonic power, rising three feet.

Ye Futian remained quiet in Zhou Ran's sea of ​​consciousness for a long time.

Finally, he cursed.

"Damn it."

These were supposed to be his soldiers.

Thirty thousand years ago, he followed him into the Heavenly Corpse Right Hand and died in front of the Gate of Severed Grip. His head was nailed to the Bone Tower, and his remnant soul was suppressed by the Moon Emperor's right hand nerve for thirty thousand years.

Now that he's back in the team, Zhou Ran is the one taking orders.

The more Ye Futian thought about it, the more frustrated he became.

But he only had one obsession left, and no resentment or hatred towards Zhou Ran.

If his true soul were still alive, he would tear Zhou Ran to pieces.

Zhou Ran ignored the old demon in his sea of ​​consciousness.

He drew the Taihuang Black Blade, pointing the blade towards the direction of his ring finger in the distance.

"lead the way."

The demonic corpse at the very front of the Rift Mountain Camp knelt down on one knee.

The magic runes on his chest lit up, casting a dark red line.

The route passes through the ruins of the bone tower, bypasses three severed gray nerves, and finally disappears into the distant, towering finger bone.

The third segment of the ring finger.

There is a well standing there.

The wellhead is formed by five severed fingers, with silver patterns engraved on the inside of the finger bones, each silver pattern sewn deep into the bone crevices.

In the center of the wellhead is an open silver eye.

At the same time.

Bottom of the bone well.

Xu Youwei knelt on the ground where palm lines intertwined.

Her right arm had turned silvery-white.

His fingers were slender, with knuckles that gleamed with a cold, hard luster like jade. Silver veins ran from his shoulders to his palms.

With each half-inch she swam forward, she would let out a short, labored breath.

She looked up.

A line of blood trickled down the edge of her silver pupil.

Behind her, the blurry silver figure leaned close to her ear.

"Don't be afraid."

"This hand should have always belonged to you."

A dark red route hangs over the gray-white battlefield.

Zhou Ran drew his sword and moved forward.

Hundreds of demonic corpses followed behind him.

Their newly returned heads had cracks that hadn't healed, and some even had empty eye sockets, but with each step they took, the magic patterns inside their armor shone brighter.

Ye Futian spoke in his sea of ​​consciousness.

"Don't let them get too close."

Zhou Ran asked:

"Afraid they'll be taken back?"

"This is the right hand of the Heavenly Corpse."

Ye Futian's tone was less casual than usual.

"The Moon Emperor's hand is best at grasping things."

Grasp the soldiers, grasp their souls, grasp the cause and effect.

Thirty thousand years ago, Lao Tzu suffered a loss right here.

Zhou Ran looked at the bone well in the distance.

"Then chop off your hand."

The night paused for a moment.

"With a temper like yours, you'd get far fewer scoldings in the demon realm."

Zhou Ran did not respond.

He doesn't have time to argue with Ye Futian right now.

Xu Youwei was in the well.

A young girl at the Golden Core stage had just escaped death from the altar. Her injuries had not yet healed, and the old soul of the Silver-Eyed One was hidden within her body.

She dared to venture alone into the Heavenly Corpse's right hand.

That's incredibly stupid.

It's incredibly hard too.

The closer you get to the bone well, the wetter the grayish-white ground becomes.

That's not water.

Silver liquid seeped from between the finger bones, fell to the ground, and then crawled back up the palm lines towards the well opening.

The blood is flowing backwards.

Zhou Ran stopped three zhang in front of the well.

All five severed fingers trembled slightly at the same time.

With fingertips bent inwards, the incomplete right hand is grasping the wellhead.

A suppressed, painful gasp came from down the well.

The sound was very soft.

Zhou Ran heard it clearly.

"Xu Youwei".

There was no response from underground.

Zhou Ran activated his Purple-Gold Demon Eyes and looked into the well.

The area below the bone well is not deep, about twenty feet.

The well walls were not made of bone, but rather of interlocking palm lines.

Silver-gray nerves are embedded in the palm lines, with thin hooks growing from the nerve ends, which entangle the person at the bottom of the well.

Xu Youwei knelt at the bottom of the well.

Her sleeve was half torn, and her right arm was covered by silver breath patterns.

That half of the arm no longer resembled flesh and blood; the skin had a moonstone-like gray-white hue, and fine silver light floated on the edges of the joints.

She did not faint.

The left hand is still moving.

She held a broken hairpin and carefully carved words on the well wall.

Blood mixed with ancient light spots was pressed into the lines of her palm.

Zhou Ran saw the first line clearly.

"Xu Youwei entered the right-hand dimension not because she was kidnapped, but because she did so voluntarily."

second line.

"Silver Eyes told me that Lin Qingxue lost her Dharma Eye because the Moon Emperor had another eye hidden in his right hand."

Third line.

"It said that as long as I get my eyes back, I can pay off the debt I owe Penglai."

Zhou Ran felt a tightness in her chest.

She wasn't leaving a will.

She is leaving evidence.

She feared she might die here, and she wanted those who came after her to know why she had come.

The girl remembered the word "witness".

I just remembered it too rigidly, and went astray.

Zhou Ran called to her in a deep voice.

"Xu Youwei".

The person at the bottom of the well shuddered.

She slowly raised her head.

Her eyes still retained their original sparkle, except that there was a ring of silver light around the edge of her right eye.

When she saw Zhou, the first thing she said was not a cry for help.

"Don't get down."

Zhou Ran tightened his grip on the knife.

Xu Youwei gritted her teeth and pressed her right arm with her left hand.

"Something inside me is looking for you."

"If you get close, it will lock onto your gray pattern."

After she finished speaking, she lowered her head and continued carving.

My hands are shaking badly.

The broken hairpin slid away several times, leaving messy marks on the well wall.

Zhou Ran looked at her and recalled that day at the Dongcheng Cultural Center.

Xu Youwei grabbed his collar and asked him a question.

Will you also use me as a pawn?

He replied that he would use her identity and testimony.

But we won't trade her life for this situation.

She ended up coming to exchange it herself.

Zhou Ran spoke, his voice very low.

"Xu Youwei".

Xu Youwei looked up.

Zhou Ran stepped into the well.

All five severed fingers trembled simultaneously.

The silver-gray patterns lit up.

All the nerves inside the well turned towards Zhou Ran.

Each nerve ending has a tiny slit.

Xu Youwei's throat tightened with anxiety.

"I told you not to come down!"

Zhou Ran fell into the well, and the Taihuang Black Blade drew black and gold lines of fire along the well wall.

"You have no right to decide for me who deserves to die."

Xu Youwei stood there, stunned.

Zhou Ran fell to the bottom of the well.

The palm lines on his feet came to life, wrapping around his ankles layer by layer.

He lifted his foot and stepped down.

The Purple Gold Law pressed deep into the lines of his palm.

"You are not allowed to disturb her main soul here."

The palm lines paused for a moment.

A woman's soft laughter came from deeper within.

Xu Youwei suddenly raised her right arm.

Her movements were stiff and completely out of her control.

A silver line appeared on the palm of her right hand.

Even before the silver lines opened, a pale, ethereal intent was already seeping out from within.

Xu Youwei also raised her head.

The silvery sheen in the right eye has intensified.

Her voice changed.

The girl's voice was lowered and replaced by a cold, ethereal female voice coming from deep within the well.

"Zhou Ran".

"She has the bloodline of the Pure Yin Ancient Law."

"She was born to be the new nerve in the Moon Emperor's right hand."

Xu Youwei bit her tongue and forced her head down.

"Shut up……"

The old ghost with silver eyes continued speaking through her throat.

"Penglai sacrificed her, wasting resources."

"If the underworld controls her, it will only cause trouble."

"She'll only be truly useful if she's handed over to me."