Chapter 140

Chen Yan opened the door and quickly stepped out into the corridor, then turned and locked it behind him.

The corridor of the mirror world was empty, everything identical to the real world, only reversed in orientation.

Bloodstains remained on the floor where the warrior-armored guest had been dragged away, though after nearly ten hours, the residual traces had

Cui Shanfu, though reluctant, dared not say much—he had likely resisted before, but found resistance futile, and now he had accepted his fate.

A robot, identical in appearance to Alice from Resident Evil, approached. She too was called Alice, though far more formidable than the movie’s Alice.

His features were refined, his lips thin; when he slightly smiled, there was no warmth in his eyes—only a glaze of ice and snow.

The others, witnessing this horrific sight, turned pale with terror, falling to their knees and prostrating themselves before the sky.

Outside, the wind howled bitterly; inside, it was warm as spring. Charcoal crackled in the hearth against the wall, while guests sipped tea and chatted in the parlor.

Entering, the room was dimly lit, its gloom matching the dark corridor outside. At the far end stood a rectangular table, behind which sat an old man.

Staying at home felt like dragging through years—depressing and tormenting, often sinking into those extra memories, unwanted yet impossible to escape.

The other Perfect, Bo Xing, was still in cultivation and had not emerged. No words could be heard from him.

“Hmph! I discovered this treasure, and I was the one who called you here. Is it unreasonable for me to claim a larger share?” Lord Wolf Star growled coldly.

It wasn’t hard to analyze—their target clearly wasn’t him. If Lu Chengyan were killed, who would benefit?

“Zhu Shen has no grudge against us; I don’t want to steal his kill,” Yong Shuo Xinghe said seriously, a strange feeling stirring within him.

Watching Baili Lan pass before him, Su Yichen swallowed a mouthful of strong liquor, his eyes dark with malice as he stared at her, his heart gnawed by a million insects—frantically searching for escape, only to find a dead end, leaving no choice but to tear his own heart into bloody shreds.

Shen Boru, stunned, looked up and saw the massive skull hovering above Gui Wuyan, swirling with thick, ink-black mist—clearly primed to strike.

No one had ever told Number 18 that she mattered to anyone—this shifted something within her. Perhaps her purpose here wasn’t just to kill Sun Wukong; she could live for herself too.

“Sweet. Got the glory points.” Zhao Sen glanced at the system prompt—over two thousand glory points earned. That final strike was utterly satisfying.

Perhaps because of last night’s reflection, recalling his original reason for marrying her, he now lacked the courage to face her pure devotion to him.

A faint smile lingered on her lips as Lady Liang hid in the embrace of Emperor Beining, concealing the shadowed depths of her gaze.

For so long, the deep blood feud had rested solely on Mu Chen’s shoulders. Now, he suddenly realized another person carried the same hatred—quietly bearing it for over a decade.

This girl would never have dared be so brazen before her if not for Shen Yunxi backing her.

“Chase him! Judging by the power he displayed, he’s the one who killed our kind—today, we’ll tear him into a thousand pieces!” The lead Xuan Ye Magic Crystal Wolf, piecing together the events, snarled with fury.