lock it, but now that we opened this small window, some of it has leaked out!”I quickly took out my compass. The needle trembled slightly; the yin energy here was blocked. I got out of the car and loo...The frantic, depraved panting came from beneath the door.

I almost instantly recognized whose voice it was — my somewhat effeminate and spineless senior brother, Xi Lingzhou!

What is he doing Is the other person Xi Linzhou

My brother gave Long Ge a gesture, and Long Ge understood and unzipped his hazmat suit, taking out a very special straw man from inside.

Long Xiaoge's straw man... is really just a straw man, with no beauty at all.

Just like the paintings my brother makes, it follows a stream of consciousness. If my brother is a soul painter, then he's a soul craftsman.

My brother's eyes were wide with astonishment, this scarecrow has completely revolutionized our understanding of this magic spell.

Have you ever seen a scarecrow made of three small stalks of straw

One stick with a knot at one end is the head and body. The second stick has knots at both ends and is tied under the "head" of the first stick, becoming two hands. The third stick also has knots at both ends and is bent in the middle, tied to the end of the first stick, becoming legs.

This is simply the level of a kindergarten child's craft work.

If he wasn't eavesdropping, my brother would have definitely started complaining. He pointed at the little scarecrow and then at his own head, meaning: Does this thing even work!

Long Xiaoge shoved the little straw man into the crack of the door and cast a spell. Soon, the little straw man forced the windowpane to open a slit from the inside.

Inside, the light was dim and dusty. The bed pressed against one wall on three sides.

There were two figures entangled, I saw a man's frantic silhouette.

That woman must be Xi Linzhou, because her leg is covered in tiny red bumps and large patches of swollen rash.

She was severely allergic to the stench of rotting corpses, indicating that many people in the house had already been corrupted by the corpse demon's poisonous blood.

Is Ke Xi Ling Zhou not Shi Xin Zi

Time is so short, it wouldn't be possible to have surgery, right

A man's raspy voice echoed, "Pain I felt far worse when I was splashed with poison blood... How could you be so heartless, so cruel... I have loved you for so many years, haven't you even a bit of feeling..."

"Hehe... Bleeding... Junior sister... I like whatever you become... This way, you're not scary at all..."

His near-frantic mumbling left me utterly perplexed as to what he was doing.

Even if Xi Lingzhou could be treated through surgery, this shouldn't be the case, right

My brother and Dragon Little Brother seem to understand the situation inside, but I'm clueless... no, drenched in sweat, trapped inside this hazmat suit, about to be steamed.

They glanced at each other, one going to the window and the other preparing to break down the door.

My brother suddenly kicked the door open —

With a loud bang, the wooden door swung open, shaking down a cloud of dust. The man inside, who was raving madly, suddenly turned his head.

He looked toward the wooden door, and I caught a glimpse of his face.

Half of his face was splattered with blood, and at this moment, black qi invaded, causing half his face to swell. His eyeball bulged and bled, his mouth couldn't close, and saliva dripped out.

He used to be... I remember he was rather refined and elegant, even a little effeminate. Now, with this terrifying appearance and his twisted psyche, he is truly frightening.

"Who!" he growled, stepping back.

My face was flushed.

I hate Xi Lingzhou, but it's still hard to accept seeing such a scene!

My fellow dragon, Long Xiaoge, moved with the agility of a mountain cat. The moment the man in the house was distracted by the door, he leaped through the window, delivering a swift kick to the man's abdomen before pushing open the latch on the door.

My brother came in and pinned the man down, taking his belt and tying his hands behind his back.

Where did this guy learn these nasty yet practical skills

"Well, well, brother. You have unique taste!" My brother muttered with a teasing tone.

Long Xiaogē walked to the bedside and glanced at Xi Lingzhou, pulling a gray cloth over him.

She was somewhat disoriented and remained motionless for a moment.

"No way Did he pass out" my brother asked.

She suddenly choked out, "…Not dead yet!"

We were all stunned. A woman treated like this, shouldn't she be in agonizing pain

Her voice didn't even have a hint of crying.

"Well, well, look who's still kicking," my brother said, getting up and unbinding her hands that were tied to the headboard.

"...Hmph... He thinks too highly of himself!" She struggled to sit up.

Everyone knows this is just bravado.

My brother laughed heartily: “Brave warrior, I truly admire you… Even in this state, you still have the energy to joke around. That’s impressive, that’s impressive…”

My brother's words were laced with sarcasm, but Xi Lingzhou didn't take it to heart. He asked, "Mu Yunfan, what brings you here This place is filled with corpse poison. Even if you aren't splashed by the black blood, as soon as someone who has been poisoned dies, it will quickly infect the living. Are you tired of living"

“Am I so bored that I'd still be wearing a hazmat suit Have you hit your head and killed all your brain cells” My brother scoffed.

This guy can be really mean sometimes…

"I know." A wicked smile spread across her face, which was covered in a rash: "You came looking for me"

My brother spat: "Don't put gold on your own face, what are you Are you worth the risk for us to come in!"

She let out a few bursts of "hahas," her face contorted with redness. "The gate to the underworld has been severed, cutting off all connection with the mortal realm. And the incense offerings from the living have also been cut off! Both sides are completely isolated!"

"Mu Xia Qiao... Is she coming to beg me Hehehe... That psychic ram skull, it can communicate with the underworld..."

She showed her teeth.s, sometimes high technology can't solve all phenomena.Absolute tech determinism is, in fact, a kind of superstition.Then the detector's red light flashed twice and went out, it could no longer be tur...