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At the heart of the army of the dead, in the extreme ice prison.

This prison is entirely forged from mystic ice imbued with the power of death, and even the combined efforts of hundreds of seventh-sequence professionals cannot break through it.

Not to mention, the temperature in the prison is frighteningly low, and there is also the suppression of the power of death. Even a seventh-sequence professional can only exert one-tenth of their strength under the dual suppression of extreme cold and death.

In the dark prison, figures huddled together, wrapped tightly in their clothes.

The air was eerily quiet; there was not even crying or wailing, only faint, trembling breaths.

Like a death knell's countdown.

In a corner of the prison, Qin Yuqing's thin figure was curled up in a ball, holding several half-grown children in her arms like a mother hen.

These children are at most teenagers, but their guilds force them to become professionals and push them onto the battlefield to defend against the attacks of the dead.

The reason is simple: a shortage of personnel.

Moreover, it seems that children are more innocent and more resistant to the spiritual influence of the deceased, making them excellent candidates in the eyes of some.

"A bunch of scum! Wait till I get out of here, I'll wipe out your entire guild!"

Qin Yuqing cursed inwardly, looking at the children curled up in her arms, their breaths weak, her eyes filled with heartache and helplessness.

In fact, there are many such children in the prison, as if they were deliberately collected by the deceased for some purpose.

However, her abilities were limited, and she could only protect a few of the weaker ones.

More children huddled together like little penguins, seeking warmth in one another.

Several kind-hearted people offered their help, but ultimately it was to no avail.

Just then, a faint call came from within her arms:

"Big sister, I feel so uncomfortable, I really want to sleep."

"Don't sleep, please don't sleep."

Qin Yuqing reached out and patted the little girl's face, saying:

"Hang in there, big sister will tell you stories from my childhood."

The children's eyes lit up, and they became more alert.

Qin Yuqing forced a smile and slowly said:

"When my sister was little, she lived in a castle-like villa. Every day she had to wake up in a huge bed that could fit more than ten people, and it took her a long time to brush her teeth..."

"My sister's dad is amazing, gentle, handsome, and rich—he's practically a superman! Her mom is also very beautiful, like a celebrity… She has an older brother… and a younger brother who's naughty and awful; my sister always disciplines him…"

Qin Yuqing's voice was full of reminiscence, but a trace of pain flashed in her eyes:

"My sister was a top student since she was a child. She could perform on stage and take exams. She was good at both academics and martial arts. Later, she was admitted to our Xilian University. She was admired by her peers. The number of people who wanted to date me could stretch from the gate of Xilian University to Wuhou Temple."

"After transmigrating, my sister, through her own efforts, became a very strong professional, and even the leader of the guild's special operations team. Even our guild leader has to be careful around me!"

"Wow!"

The children listened in a daze, their eyes sparkling.

The little girl in particular waved her little hand excitedly:

"My sister is just like a princess from a fairy tale! I may not be a princess, but I want to be an independent and strong girl like her!"

"Haha, that's ambitious! After you get out, join my special operations team. I'll personally train you!"

"Uh-huh!"

The little girl nodded emphatically, her spirits improving considerably.

Qin Yuqing smiled, but sighed inwardly.

Where in the world can you find a girl as happy as a princess?

It was just the imagination of a self-conscious and sensitive little girl.

She did indeed have a very happy family. Her father was strong and gentle, but unfortunately, her birth mother was unfortunate and passed away a few years after giving birth to her.

Although the father was in pain, he chose to remarry for his own sake and so that she would have someone to take care of her.

The stepmother brought along an older brother who was older than her, and it seemed that she loved her father's money more than she loved her.

But they just made do, and life seemed to be getting by.

Until that cheap older brother's twelfth birthday, a car accident pushed everything into the abyss.

She survived by sheer luck, but her legs were severely injured, and even now, she is still in so much pain that she cannot stand up when it rains.

But the guy who killed everyone and caused all the disaster escaped it because he had argued with his mother and walked home...

"He even achieved great success and became a legend who slew the Dragon King and ended the transformation between reality and illusion."

A complex look flickered in Qin Yuqing's eyes, a mixture of confusion and bewilderment, but more so, an unquenchable hatred.

"And you, Qin Yuqing, are truly pathetic. Not only have you fallen into this state, but you have also unknowingly incurred a huge debt of gratitude to that guy, which you will probably never be able to repay even when you die."

Thinking of this, Qin Yuqing's expression twisted, as if she had just eaten a lump of food from her thesis defense.

She was stubborn; otherwise, she wouldn't have refused to be raised by a group of hypocritical relatives after her parents' death, and instead rose from that awful orphanage to a top university.

But because of this, she couldn't let go of her obsession.

Death is not scary, but the thought that I still owe my enemy a debt of gratitude until the day I die is more painful than killing her!

"If I had known who that guy was, I would have rather been killed by the Thousand-Faced Demon than asked him for help!"

Qin Yuqing cursed inwardly, and even felt a little sorry for herself.

In the darkness, the chill of death seeped into her bones, subtly guiding her thoughts.

The madness in her eyes intensified, almost completely filling them with a gray-black hue.

Since everything is beyond repair, let's drag the whole world down with us!

One hundred!

"My sister's aura...it's terrifying!"

The children in her arms trembled and shook her arm.

"I'm fine...I'm fine."

Qin Yuqing forced a smile, but her tone was somewhat panicked.

In her eyes, however, the deathly gray-black did not fade; instead, it intensified, almost bursting forth.

"If this continues, I'll become a dead man..."

Qin Yuqing realized her own state, smiled bitterly to herself, and secretly took out a ceremonial dagger, pressing it against her chest.

The frantic babbling in her mind became clearer and clearer. In the darkness before her eyes, a figure who looked like her father emerged, smiling, and took her hand as he had when she was a child.

"Go, child, to that place of eternal rest!"

Qin Yuqing shook her head frantically, yet involuntarily took a step and walked into the embrace of death.

Clinging to her last shred of clarity, Qin Yuqing's hand, gripping the dagger, trembled as she forcefully pushed it into her heart.

The pain in her chest was so acute that she could feel the cold blade of the dagger cutting through her skin, piercing through the fat barrier, and tearing at her trembling muscles.

Soon, the tip of the dagger touched her heart, and she could even feel the heartbeat with her fingertips.

"Then goodbye, this shitty world, and this damn fate..."

In the final moments of her life, she swore for the first time, a language she had always been aloof and indifferent.

However, just a second before the dagger was about to pierce his heart, it was tightly gripped by a hand.

That hand was so warm; a warm current flowed from the hand that was being held to every part of her body, making Qin Yuqing tremble all over.

It seemed as if a blazing flame had been ignited, dispelling the chill of death.

Slowly, vision returned, and consciousness returned to the empty body.

As the figure before her gradually became clearer, Qin Yuqing was slightly taken aback:

"Wang Jie? What are you doing here?"

"There's no time to explain. The Overlord of the Dead will be back soon. Hurry up and come with me."

Wang Jie spoke urgently, tucked the blood-stained dagger into his waistband, and dragged her outside.

Only then did Qin Yuqing hear the commotion outside the ice prison.

The terrifying aura that had been pressing down on us was now rapidly receding, carrying with it a sense of rage.

In the distance, hoarse curses and defiant dragon roars seemed to rise, only to be instantly drowned out by the howls of the dead.

Qin Yuqing's eyes flashed, and she suddenly stopped in her tracks.

Wang Jie, realizing he couldn't pull her away, stiffened and asked, trembling slightly:

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing."

Qin Yuqing gave a curt reply, shook off his hand, and returned to the corner.

She squeezed out the frozen magic power within her body and cast a levitation and protective array on the children, binding them to herself with rune chains like little hot air balloons.

After doing all that, she didn't stop. She walked over to another group of children and did the same thing.

Behind him, Wang Jie watched this scene and sighed softly:

"At a time like this, you still care about others?"

Although it was meant to urge them on, Qin Yuqing sensed a hint of relief in it.

Qin Yuqing's eyes flickered, and she secretly pursed her lips.

But she didn't reply; she just focused intently on packing up group after group of children.

Meanwhile, Wang Jie continued to nag and urge them on, just like his usual motherly figure.

But his body language betrayed him; he followed her around, helping to pack the child.

A few minutes later, with the combined efforts of the two, most of the children had been packed up.

"We can't finish transporting it all in one trip. Let's go now, other reinforcements will come to help later."

As Wang Jie spoke, he snatched the rune chain from Qin Yuqing's hand and tied it around his body.

"You're not in good shape, you can't hold him up, I'll take over."

After saying that, he grabbed Qin Yuqing's hand and hurriedly ran outside.

Outside, other imprisoned professionals were also fleeing in disarray.

However, many people didn't run far before they ran into the dead and were instantly swallowed up by the army of the dead.

Although the area is located in the rear and the dead are not densely packed, the sheer number of the dead means that you will inevitably encounter a few every few hundred meters.

Moreover, the further out you go, the more dead people there are, almost as densely packed as ants.

But what Qin Yuqing found strange was that they didn't encounter any dead people along the way.

Wang Jie was clearly leading himself, guiding a large group of children floating in mid-air, like a vendor holding helium balloons in a bustling city center, extremely eye-catching.

But a large group of the dead seemed not to see him, allowing him to move freely.

And so, their miraculous team passed through the line of the dead.

Looking at the Qingcheng Guild's defensive line a few hundred meters away, Wang Jie let out a long breath:

"Phew, our guild's defensive line is just ahead. A few more steps, hold on... uh?"

His words suddenly caught in his throat.

Because Qin Yuqing suddenly stopped in her tracks, looked at him quietly, her voice trembling and mocking:

"How long are you going to keep up this act, my dear brother!"