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

"Eighty thousand craftsmen were buried alive with him."

When Li Zhiyao uttered those words, the air seemed to be sucked out, making it hard to breathe.

Zhou Ran's five fingers suddenly tightened, and the bamboo chair armrests could not withstand this brute force and shattered into dust on the spot.

Sharp bamboo thorns pierced his palm.

No blood flowed out; the inky black demonic fire surged from the pores, burning the remaining bamboo thorns into charcoal ash, which was then scattered by the wind.

The bluestone slabs underfoot could not withstand the pressure and cracked, the cracks spreading in all directions.

He was not afraid.

On the contrary, I'm excited!

How much prayer power must have been poured out for the eighty thousand wronged souls!

go with!

We absolutely must go to this underground dragon vein!

I thought that getting the Qilin bone and suppressing the dragon vein would be a huge win.

There was an unexpected surprise!

Bai Xuan poked half his head out of his pocket, the mushroom cap trembling with a grayish hue.

"Eighty thousand wronged souls?"

The old mushroom looked like it was being strangled.

"If this place is blown up, half of the capital will be turned into a ghost town!"

Are those in charge in the underworld just going to let these mortals risk their lives here?

Terrified, it desperately tried to squeeze into the seams of Zhou Ran's clothes.

Li Zhiyao turned her head to the side, her empty eyes fixed on Bai Xuan, devoid of any warmth.

"The underworld?"

She let out a cold sneer.

"They only care about accounting and collecting the corpses."

Even if the living in the mortal realm were to tear a hole in the sky, they would only stand by, holding their soul-reaping ropes, counting heads.

Li Zhiyao turned her face and stared intently at Zhou Ran.

Those eyes had no focus, yet they held a ruthless edge that could crush a person's bones piece by piece.

"Do you really think this dragon vein belongs to the previous dynasty?"

More than two thousand years ago, the feudal lords here built underground palaces.

They attempted to disrupt the feng shui to seize power, fearing the news would leak out if the earth's energy was disturbed.

She spoke slowly and deliberately, with a chilling undertone.

"Eighty thousand craftsmen were sealed alive behind the Dragon-Slaying Stone."

Cut off from water and food, they were so desperate that they resorted to cannibalism.

The screams pierced through several meters of thick blue bricks and howled for a full month before finally subsiding.

The resentment of thousands of years was suppressed by that piece of dragon energy, which was an active volcano filled with gunpowder.

Li Zhiyao raised her pale finger and pointed towards the east of the city.

"That old devil Song Zhentian used the lives of more than ten thousand living people as fuel to set off this pile of explosives."

Once the fuse burns out and the earth's veins collapse, the foundation will have been completely hollowed out by those dwarfs.

Zhou Ran was not surprised by this.

The Song family are a bunch of beasts; their hearts and souls are rotten to the core.

He stared at Li Zhiyao, his purple-gold pupils swirling in their sockets, yet his gaze could not penetrate the moon-white cheongsam.

This woman is simply a walking treasure trove.

She has lived for thousands of years; how much good karma must she have accumulated!

This is precisely the ultimate tonic that the Yin-Yang Manual needs most.

The method the old devil had given him lingered in his mind.

Good deeds can be transformed into the power of vows, and the power of vows can purify demonic energy. This is a sure-fire way to make money.

If he could subdue this madwoman and drain her savings accumulated over thousands of years, the progress of his demonic body would take off immediately.

Besides, she's a crazy beauty.

The more thorny and exquisite the product, the better.

For demonic cultivators, the more perfect the prey, the better.

We will trample this high and mighty reincarnator under our feet.

This desire to conquer ignited a fire in his dantian, burning so intensely that even the Qilin pattern on his left arm began to scorch.

"You are a reincarnator."

Zhou Ran rested his elbows on his knees, leaning forward in a highly aggressive posture.

"Take money from the underworld to do errands for both the underworld and the human world."

This mess in the mortal world is something you should have cleaned up yourself.

"You went through all the trouble to bring me in, didn't you? You didn't bring me here to watch you grow potted plants with human heads."

Li Zhiyao responded very quickly:

"You manage things from above, I'll handle things below."

She turned around, and the breeze swept up the withered leaves, causing her moon-white skirt to billow and slap against her fair legs.

"The formation in the East City has become quite powerful."

I've been in these fragments for too long; my very bones are filled with death.

Once it comes into contact with the yang energy of a living person.

"Once the formation is activated, I'll become so weak I can't even beat a thug."

She walked to the pillar, paused abruptly, and turned around, revealing half of her exquisite profile.

Her eyes trembled with anger, and her usual ethereal demeanor vanished.

"But I must go beneath the ley lines."

Zhou Ran supported himself on his knees as he stood up.

"To settle a personal score?"

Li Zhiyao's eyes were red-rimmed, and she exuded a fierce aura.

"none of your business!

Back then, my brother became the key figure in suppressing resentment so that I could live!

"I've guarded this rotten land for thousands of years, waiting for this day to open the coffin and retrieve my bones!"

She strode up to Zhou Ran, the two of them less than half a foot apart.

The cheongsam's lapel almost touched Zhou Ran's collar, and the rich scent of sandalwood mixed with the smell of decaying earth filled her nostrils.

Li Zhiyao tilted her head back, her gray eyes burning with malevolent fire.

She stared at Zhou Ran's left arm and could feel the domineering aura of the Qilin bone.

"Go to the East City and demolish that cultural center to the ground."

Drag out all the living people inside who were acting as the fuse.

As long as the fuse goes out, I can go down and pick up my brother's bones one by one.

After it's done, the remaining dragon essence in the ley lines is yours.

Zhou Ran took out a lighter, the flint wheel turned, and the pungent smell of tobacco spread.

This is a very good deal.

They smashed the islanders' pot and cut off the Song family's backup plan.

They can also intercept dragon vein resources.

More importantly, this woman had deep feelings for her brother.

Once I refine the Qilin bone, won't Li Zhiyao be like a little shadow following me around?

Why worry about not being able to absorb her negative karma?

"make a deal."

Zhou Ran exhaled a puff of smoke, which landed on Li Zhiyao's face.

"If you die in there, I'll find a bulldozer to flatten your dilapidated yard and turn it into a public toilet."

Li Zhiyao let out a cold laugh.

die?

Someone like her would have a hard time dying even if she wanted to.

"Take care of yourself first."

"Those bastards from the Black Dragon Society hired Ghost Warriors, killing machines forged from hundreds or even thousands of soul demons, specifically designed to deal with someone like you who's physically strong."

Before she finished speaking, she raised an eyebrow at Zhou Ran.

She then waved her slender hand.

Her movements were elegant and extremely slow, as if she wanted Zhou Ran to see them clearly.

Zhou Ran stood still, his demonic eyes swirling.

My vision blurred, the hard bluestone slabs disappeared, and the ground became soft again.

"Grass!

I still can't see it clearly!

He stubbed out his cigarette.

The surrounding area was covered with large patches of withered, yellow weeds.

The G-Class remained parked in the same spot, its windshield covered with a thin layer of frost.

They returned to the wasteland in the western suburbs.

Bai Xuan gripped Zhou Ran's collar tightly.

"Boss, this woman is too dangerous. Are we really going to risk our lives in the East District?"

Zhou Ran didn't say anything. He strode across the bushes and opened the car door.

He glanced at the back of his left hand; the black Qilin pattern was running wildly under his skin.

It has a dark red, blood-like color, which is the resonance of the Qilin bone.

"Playing with your life?"

Zhou Ran let out a low, cold groan and climbed into the car.

"I went there to see them off in their final moments."

"My muscular arm is itching for a workout."

The engine roared roughly, tearing apart the deathly silence of the wasteland.

The G-Wagon transformed into a black afterimage, hurtling straight into the east of the city.