Chapter 75: Lord Wuse

Museum, three underground levels,

A chilling aura pervades here, as if even the air were solidified.

Golden lines on the floor trace intricate, bizarre patterns, emitting a faint glow.

The lines intersect, forming a massive circle, and within the circle countless tiny runes swirl, moving like tadpoles.

At the circle's center lies a black bone, lying silently, exuding a heart‑pounding aura; it is the Yin Bone, the Formation Core.

Around the Yin Bone, the golden lines become ever more dazzling, as if alive, writhing, extending, climbing up the secret chamber walls.

On the walls, the golden lines interweave into a larger design; at its center a ferocious ghostly face is faintly visible, its eyes blood‑red, as if ready to pick a victim to devour.

The entire basement is shrouded in this golden light—eerie, gloomy, sending a shiver down one's spine.

Suddenly, at the basement entrance, space twists, and a figure materializes out of thin air.

He is tall, clad in a black robe embroidered with golden skull motifs, which flicker with uncanny light in the dim illumination.

His face is hidden in the hood's shadow; only a pair of eyes can be seen—slit‑like, cold, like a venomous snake, glimmering with dim light.

He is Wuse, Yin Teng's boss.

Lord Wuse's gaze sweeps the secret chamber, finally landing on Yin Teng.

"How is the great array?" Lord Wuse begins, his voice low and hoarse, like sandpaper grinding, making listeners extremely uncomfortable.

Yin Teng bows respectfully, a flash of fervor flashing in his eyes.

"Reporting, Lord Wuse, the Ten Thousand Yin Soul Devouring Array is nearing completion."

"Just a moment more, and it can be activated."

"When the time comes, you can, through the great array, draw the world's spiritual qi and break all shackles in one stroke!"

Yin Teng's voice is filled with excitement and anticipation, as if he has already seen that scene.

A hint of satisfaction flashes in Lord Wuse's eyes.

"Very good."

He slowly walks to the formation, carefully observing those golden lines.

"This Ten Thousand Yin Soul Devouring Array is an Ancient Evil Array, its power boundless."

"Once activated, no one can stand against it."

"By the way, that Jiangnan who repeatedly thwarts my plans, has he also arrived?"

Lord Wuse stands with his arms crossed, exuding a suffocating chill.

Yin Teng stands aside, his gaze fervently fixed on Lord Wuse, as if looking at a deity.

"Your divine foresight, Lord Wuse, already anticipated Jiangnan would come here."

Yin Teng's voice is full of worship and awe.

"With you seated here, Jiangnan is merely a barnyard chicken and a tile dog, not worth fearing."

He pauses briefly, then adds.

"The three masters you brought this time are even more formidable; they will surely capture Jiangnan, leaving him no place to be buried alive."

Lord Wuse hears this, a disdainful curl forming at the corner of his mouth.

"Jiangnan?"

He spits the name contemptuously, as if uttering an inconsequential name.

"Since he's come, I will ensure he never returns."

Lord Wuse's gaze sharpens, a surge of overwhelming confidence erupting from him.

At that moment, at the basement entrance, space twists again.

Three figures appear like specters.

Leading them is a burly man, muscles bulging, a bald head tattooed with a ferocious tiger head; his eyes are bright and gleam with blood‑thirsty light.

He is Hutou, a Grandmaster‑level master.

Behind Hutou follow two others.

One is tall and thin, with a grim visage, eyes as sharp as a leopard's, exuding a dangerous aura.

He is Baotou, Master‑level.

The other, short and stout, with a lecherous face and a sly gaze, like a hunting dog waiting to strike. He is Goutou, also a Master‑level powerhouse.

When the three appear, the atmosphere in the secret chamber instantly becomes more oppressive.

The air seems to solidify, making it hard to breathe.

Yin Teng sees the three, his face breaking into a look of ecstatic joy.

He strides forward quickly, saying respectfully,

"Three, you have arrived."

Hutou nods slightly, as a response.

Baotou and Goutou do not even glance at Yin Teng, walking straight to Lord Wuse and kneeling on one knee.

"I pay my respects, Master."

The two speak in unison, their voices filled with reverence and obedience.

Lord Wuse gives the three a casual glance.

"Rise."

His voice is low, yet carries an undeniable authority.

Hearing this, the three immediately stand, respectfully positioning themselves behind Lord Wuse.

Lord Wuse turns, looking at Yin Teng.

"How much longer until the great array is completed?"

He asked, his voice tinged with impatience.

Yin Teng quickly replied.

Reporting, sir, at most an hour and the great formation will be thoroughly completed.

Wuse nodded, a flicker of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

Very good.

He said slowly.

You three, go meet that Jiangnan.

Remember, I want him alive.

Wuse's voice was ice-cold, without a trace of emotion.

Yes, Master.

Hutou, Baotou, and Goutou replied in unison, their eyes flashing with a bloodthirsty light.

They turned and walked toward the basement exit.

Each step felt like treading on a person's heartbeat, sending waves of palpitations.

Yin Teng watched the three's retreating backs, a hint of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes.

Jiangnan, this time you're dead for sure.

He thought viciously in his heart.

With these three taking action, even if you had three heads and six arms, you couldn't escape death.

……

The museum's heavy iron door, in Jiangnan's hand, let out a muffled thud.

He stepped inside.

Mu Tong followed closely, feeling along the wall for the power switch.

She pressed the switch.

Click.

The originally pitch-black hall was instantly bathed in harsh white light.

Just the sight before them made several people freeze on the spot.

The air seemed to solidify.

The smell of blood, so thick it made one want to vomit, rushed straight into the nostrils.

The hall floor was littered with bodies lying every which way.

Blood pooled into little streams, gleaming with an eerie sheen under the harsh white light.

Most of the corpses wore Security Officer uniforms.

Their faces were twisted, eyes wide open, dying without peace.

Every corpse was covered in wounds.

Knife and gunshot wounds, shocking to behold.

Some corpses were even disemboweled, entrails spilling all over the ground.

The air was permeated with the aura of death.

This was practically a hell on earth.

This...

Zhou Cong's face turned deathly pale, his stomach churning.

He fought back the urge to vomit, turned his head away, not daring to look again.

Xu Mao also furrowed his brows tightly, took a deep breath, and struggled to calm the shock in his heart.

A flicker of reluctance flashed in Mu Tong's eyes.

She turned her head away, unable to bear looking at the gruesome scene any longer.

Jiangnan's gaze was icy as frost.

His gaze swept over every corpse, finally lingering on a figure not far away.

That figure sat against the wall, his whole body drenched in blood.

He was none other than Group Leader Li.

Group Leader Li lowered his head, his chest heaving violently.

He wore the uniform, already soaked red with blood.

The uniform was covered in knife marks, torn to shreds.

His right arm hung limp at his side, obviously broken.

His left hand pressed tightly over his abdomen, blood continually seeping through his fingers.

A dagger was embedded in Group Leader Li's back.

The dagger had been stabbed in from behind, piercing straight through the heart.