Chapter 10

"Han Zifan, you lost." Tang Yun said coldly.

Han Zifan's eyes were full of unwillingness and resentment.

"Tang Yun, you... you will not die well!" he gritted his teeth and said.

Tang Yun sneered and ignored him.

He turned to look at Lin Xiyue, a flash of gentleness in his eyes.

"Xiyue, are you okay?"

Lin Xiyue shook her head, her face a bit pale.

"I'm fine, thank you for saving me."

Tang Yun patted her hand gently and said: "It's fine."

Just then, the jade pendant on Zhang Lin's chest suddenly emitted a dazzling light.

The pattern on the jade pendant was an ancient Miaojiang totem.

Tang Yun's heart moved; he had seen this totem in his mother's diary before.

The diary recorded that this totem represented a mysterious restriction.

Could it be...

A thought flashed through Tang Yun's mind.

He hurriedly took out his mother's diary and turned to the page recording the totem.

The diary wrote: "On the night of the Blood Moon, the restriction is opened, and disaster descends."

Tang Yun looked up at the sky, only to see a blood-red moon hanging high in the night sky.

"Night of the Blood Moon..." Tang Yun muttered to himself, a sense of ominous foreboding rising in his heart.

Just then, the ground shook again.

"What's going on?"

"What happened again?"

The guests shouted in horror.

Tang Yun's face changed; he knew that things were not over yet.

He took Lin Xiyue's hand and said: "Let's go!"

The two quickly left the wedding scene.

At the same time, in the underground secret room.

A mysterious man in black was standing in front of a huge altar, chanting words in his mouth.

On the altar was a blood-red gemstone, emitting an eerie light.

Following the man in black's spell, the light of the gemstone became brighter and brighter, eventually forming a blood-red beam of light, rushing straight into the sky.

The beam of light shone on the Blood Moon, and the Blood Moon seemed to come alive, starting to jump violently.

"It has begun..." the man in black laughed gloomily, "Everything has begun..."

Tang Yun and Lin Xiyue came to the Lin family villa.

"Xiyue, wait for me here, I'll go check the situation." Tang Yun said.

Lin Xiyue nodded, her eyes full of worry.

Tang Yun turned and left, his figure disappearing into the night.

He came to the entrance of the underground secret room and found that the entrance had been sealed.

"Damn it!" Tang Yun cursed, punching the entrance.

"Boom!"

With a loud noise, the entrance was blown open by Tang Yun.

He flashed into the secret room.

In the secret room, the man in black was standing in front of the altar, performing a ritual.

"Who are you?" Tang Yun asked coldly.

The man in black turned around slowly, revealing a pale and gloomy face.

"Tang Yun, we finally meet." The man in black laughed gloomily, "I am the one who came to take your life."

Tang Yun kicked the man in black away. The man in black flashed, dodging Tang Yun's sudden blow.

"Heh, not bad skills." The man in black laughed gloomily, his voice sharp, "However, do you think you can stop me with just you?"

Tang Yun ignored his provocation, his eyes sweeping over the secret room.

On the altar, the light of the blood-red gemstone was still dazzling, the beam of light connected to the Blood Moon, and the entire secret room was shrouded in a strange red light.

"Who exactly are you? Why do you want to do this?" Tang Yun shouted sternly.

"Who I am is not important," the man in black stretched out his tongue and licked his lips, "What's important is that you will die soon."

Tang Yun couldn't be bothered to talk nonsense, and rushed up directly. The two started a fierce fight in the secret room. The man in black was agile, his moves strange, and Tang Yun couldn't gain the upper hand for a while.

During the fight, Tang Yun caught a glimpse of Han Zifan arriving here at some point.

Feinting a move, Tang Yun leaped backward and landed beside Han Zifan. He drew the dagger he carried with him and slashed open Han Zifan's chest without hesitation.

"What are you doing?!" The man in black was shocked.

Tang Yun ignored him. He carefully checked Han Zifan's corpse. Soon, he found a tiny black insect near Han Zifan's heart, wriggling.

"Gu insect!" Tang Yun's heart was shocked; he finally understood everything. Han Zifan was controlled by the Gu insect!

"You... you actually..." The man in black pointed at Tang Yun, his face pale.

"Now, it's your turn." Tang Yun looked at the man in black coldly.

A loud noise came from the Lin family villa.

Tang Yun's heart sank, a sense of ominous foreboding rising in his heart. He hurriedly rushed out of the secret room and ran toward the villa.

In the villa hall, Lin Hong lay on the ground, motionless.

"Dad! Dad! What's wrong with you?"

Lin Xiyue knelt beside him crying.

Tang Yun rushed to Lin Hong's side and checked his pulse; it had stopped beating. He lifted Lin Hong's clothes and found a silver needle stuck in his heart, exactly the same as recorded in his mother's diary.

"This... how is this possible..." Tang Yun muttered to himself, a chill running from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

He took out his mother's diary and turned to the page recording the totem.

The diary wrote: "On the night of the Blood Moon, the restriction is opened, and disaster descends. Silver needle stabs the heart, soul flies away."

Tang Yun gripped the silver needle in his hand and aimed it at his own heart. In the reflection of the silver needle, he saw the scene of his mother being tortured to death.

"No! I cannot die! I still have to take revenge!" Tang Yun threw the silver needle to the ground.

Just then, the light of the Blood Moon became more intense, projecting a huge snake-shaped totem on the ground. This totem was the symbol of the Miaojiang Gu King.

At the same time, a golden light also surged from Tang Yun's body, echoing the snake-shaped totem.

"This is..." Tang Yun was full of doubts.

Suddenly, an old and gloomy voice rang out in the secret room: "It seems you have awakened..."

Tang Yun turned his head suddenly, only to see an old woman in Miaojiang clothing standing at the entrance of the secret room.

The old woman's face was covered with wrinkles, but her eyes shone with an eerie light.

"Who are you?" Tang Yun asked vigilantly.

"I am the Miaojiang Gu King." The old woman laughed gloomily, "And also your... grandmother."

Tang Yun was stunned. Grandmother?

The old woman walked slowly to Tang Yun and touched his cheek with her withered hand.

"My good grandson, you finally came back..."

Tang Yun felt nauseous; he pushed the old woman's hand away and shouted: "What exactly do you want to do?"

The old woman didn't get angry; she still smiled: "What do I want to do? Naturally, let you inherit my mantle and become the new Gu King!"

Tang Yun's heart was full of anger and disgust. He would never become such an evil Gu King!

"You are dreaming!" Tang Yun roared.

The old woman's face sank, murderous intent flashing in her eyes.

"Since you don't want to eat a toast, don't blame me for being impolite!"

The old woman suddenly made a move, and a silver needle shot toward Tang Yun's heart like lightning.

Tang Yun suddenly erupted with a force, barely dodging the silver needle.

"Old witch, you are looking for death!"