Chapter 174: Blood Rain World

The fifth watch ended.

The sky gradually brightened.

New changes appeared within the spirit hall tomb.

Liu Xianggu, who had been massaging Wu Xian's shoulders, suddenly dissolved into a cloud of white dust; the entire spirit hall rapidly decayed, the floor piled high with thick dust, the oil-paper windows torn open, the red lacquer on the coffin faded away.

On the ground at the center of the spirit hall.

A pit appeared, just wide enough for one person to pass through — this was the exit leaving this blessed land.

Wu Xian made a simple probe.

After confirming there was no danger, Wu Xian stepped into the pit first.

Then Su Mi used her hands as feet and struggled to crawl in; Wei Dian and Liang Fang followed closely behind; when it came to Du E, she suddenly froze, her expression slightly stunned.

Something she had discarded earlier had returned to her pocket.

She pulled it out — it was the eggshell of the Demon Devil Egg.

The eggshell had resealed itself, leaving only a fine crack, as if something was hidden inside.

She carefully opened it.

Inside, she saw a tiny white snake with red eyes coiled within the shell; the snake glanced at Du E, then closed the shell again, clearly quite fond of this nest.

Du E stared for two seconds, then smiled faintly, tucked the Demon Devil Egg's shell away, and entered the underground pit.

Guan Daorong reached out toward the pit, but was pushed back by an inexplicable force.

This signaled that he and Hu Yun were not permitted to leave — they could only exit the blessed land through the study.

Hu Yun watched everyone leave and couldn't help sighing; now he had to cooperate with Guan Daorong to face the dangers of the study, but with only two of them left, that killer might do anything…

He felt some unease about his future, shook his head, and walked up the stairs away from the tomb mound…

After Hu Yun left, only two people remained inside the spirit hall tomb.

Guan Daorong was startled to discover that He Dama had no intention of leaving either.

He Dama's face was pale; she had previously held off Liu Baoyu alone for a while and suffered serious injuries, yet she still looked at Guan Daorong with deep concern.

"Little Guan, your wounds are severe — you won't survive the next trial like this. Here's my Xiao Huan Pill — you…"

Guan Daorong's face instantly filled with emotion.

No one had ever been so kind to him without expecting anything in return.

Someone like this might never cross his path again — letting her leave would be a waste.

She was injured, weak in combat, had no suspicion of him, and could already leave the blessed land — she'd be useless to him from now on…

"Why not just kill her here?"

A itch stirred in Guan Daorong's heart; he forced a false smile, tears glistening in his eyes, preparing to embrace He Dama — but in his hand, he had already clenched a shrunken Yin-Yang Soft-Hard Sword.

He waited only for the right moment to strike and kill He Dama in one blow.

Seeing his embrace, He Dama stepped back, tucked away the Xiao Huan Pill, and her expression turned cold.

"You really are an ungrateful wolf pup."

Guan Daorong froze: "What did you say?"

He Dama shook her head.

"Stop pretending — your little schemes are as transparent as glass to me."

"I originally thought you had potential, wanted to recruit you into the organization as a professional killer — but you have no morals at all. I've been this kind to you, and still you want to kill me. Someone like you would be a liability in the organization."

Guan Daorong suddenly felt his body stiffen.

Something inside him was wriggling — like a living thing!

He Dama grinned wickedly: "You didn't really think I rewrapped your wounds so humbly just because I cared for you, did you?"

"Save it — if I were truly that kind of person, how could I have survived this long?"

Guan Daorong's face turned ashen, his hair stood on end, his heart pounded like a basketball being dribbled.

Gu insect, again a Gu insect!

He had been tricked by this thing twice before — both times by women, both times after they bandaged his wounds!

"This… what kind of Gu is this?"

He Dama smiled, said nothing, and leapt into the pit, vanishing.

…

Guan Daorong's heart was filled with unease.

He walked up the stairs with a blank expression, leaving the spirit hall tomb; the circular clearing was empty, only Hu Yun lay on the ground wrapped in sheets, resting.

In the past, when Guan Daorong returned to the circular clearing, he always felt like he'd escaped death — but now it felt like stepping into hell.

An unrelenting dread made Guan Daorong desperately want to talk to someone.

He walked over to Hu Yun and shouted loudly.

"In the banquet hall tomb, they put on a show; in the guest room tomb, they fought the dead guests; on the clothing shop tomb, they stepped over a hundred years; in the spirit hall tomb, they kept vigil through the night — the tragic past between Liu's great-grandmother and her grandson…"

He spouted it all out like a rapid-fire recitation, shouting every experience he'd had without pause.

This was a graveyard.

Not only Hu Yun was listening — the monsters in the mass graves had also heard Guan Daorong's words; though they couldn't crawl out of the ground, they stirred in agitation because of them.

Hu Yun blinked in surprise.

"What are you talking about?"

Everyone carried a curse — they were forbidden to speak of what they'd encountered in the previous rooms — yet Guan Daorong had just loudly broadcast everything here with no restraint.

Only now did Guan Daorong realize what he'd said; his face turned pale.

"So… this is what kind of Gu…"

Before he could finish speaking, Guan Daorong suddenly let out a horrific scream, clutching his heart as he rolled on the ground, his face drenched in sweat, tears, and snot, his appearance utterly gruesome.

Moments later.

Guan Daorong stopped struggling.

Hu Yunkuan crept forward cautiously and saw blood oozing from Guan Daorong's eyes, ears, mouth, and nose; after a few more seconds, wriggling snakes the size of earthworms began crawling out of those orifices, dense and numerous, terrifying to behold…

Hu Yunkuan roughly raked his fingers through his hair.

This is the agony of ten thousand snakes devouring the heart, as the curse foretold…

Now he no longer needed to fear betrayal from his teammates—he would have to clear the next Library Grave alone.

…

After leaping into the pit.

Wu Xian climbed down carefully, but as he descended, he realized he was now climbing upward; in this environment, Su Mi, who had only half a body left, moved more nimbly than they did.

Reaching the top, he pushed aside the loose soil above and finally breathed fresh air.

But to his surprise, this was not Li Hen Tian.

Around him stretched a blood-red wasteland, vegetation withered and lifeless, the earth a dark crimson, the air thick with the stench of blood; overhead loomed heavy black clouds, and nearby stood only a solitary highway and a crude bus stop.

Wu Xian pinched some soil from the ground and found it damp, mixed through with blood.

A flock of strange birds flew overhead, shrieking shrilly.

It seemed he would need to wait a while longer to leave this blessed land.

This is the world that Liu Baoyu had plunged into a rain of blood!

(End of Chapter)