Chapter 140: [Like Hell] (6300 words)

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

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

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

Cui Shanfu, though reluctant, dared not say much more; presumably he had resisted before, only to discover resistance was futile, and now he had resigned himself to 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, upon seeing this terrifying sight, turned pale with fear, falling to their knees and bowing frantically toward 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 or chatted idly in the parlor.

Entering, the room's dim light rendered it dim, comparable to the dark corridor outside; at the far end sat an old man behind a rectangular table.

Staying at home felt like dragging through years—depressing and tormenting, often sinking into those extra memories, unwilling to touch them yet unable to stop.

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 notified you all. Isn't it perfectly reasonable for me to claim more?" said the Wolf Star Holy King coldly.

It wasn't hard to analyze: those people's target was clearly not 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 in his heart.

Watching Baili Lan pass before him, Su Yicheng swallowed a deep gulp of strong liquor, his eyes dark with gloom as he stared at her, his heart ravaged by a million insects gnawing—frantically seeking escape, only to find a dead end, leaving no choice but to chew his heart until it was bloody pulp.

Sheng Boru, startled, looked up and saw the massive skull hovering above Gui Wuya, swirling with fog as thick and black as ink—clearly primed to strike.

No one had ever told Number 18 that she mattered to anyone; this stirred something within her. She realized her purpose in this world wasn't merely to kill Sun Wukong—she could also live for herself.

"Sweet. Got the glory points." Zhao Sen glanced at the system prompt. He'd gained over two thousand glory points. That final strike was utterly satisfying.

Perhaps because of last night's reflection—thinking back on his original reason for marrying her—he now lacked the courage to face her, so pure in her regard for him.

A faint smile lingered at her lips as Lady Liang hid shyly in Beining Emperor's arms, concealing her shadowed, unreadable 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, silently 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 to pieces!" The lead Xuan Ye Magic Crystal Wolf, piecing together the events, instantly snarled in fury.