The comments said I was deeply affectionate, I just added points by using an alternate account.

Liu Feiyu stared intently at that lifeless face, his entire body tense and motionless.

Everything was exactly as he remembered.

His lips opened and closed several times, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Just then, he felt a rustling sensation on his fingertips. He raised his trembling hand, which had been shaking since the white cloth was removed, and saw some glistening powder on his fingertips under the pale light of the freezer.

The powder gleamed ominously under the light.

"What is this?"

Hongyuan was the first to notice this detail. She took a step closer and asked curiously, "Fragments of ice crystals?"

Liu Feiyu stared blankly at his fingers, his mind completely blank.

"wrong."

An Changqing's eyes were calm. He walked to Liu Feiyu's side and said gently, "Liu, don't move."

As he spoke, he turned to Chen Guan and said, "Chen Guan, come and take a look."

All eyes turned to them.

Chen Guan shook his head, not touching it directly, and looked at An Changqing: "Do you have tweezers for testing?"

An Changqing took out a sterile sealed bag from his storage ring and handed it over.

His ring is filled with all sorts of random things, enough to handle any situation.

Chen Guan took it and carefully scraped off a little powder from Liu Feiyu's fingertips and the edge of the "corpse's" cheek.

At the same time, Baal's lazy sneer echoed in his mind.

"Hehehe, I've finally found it."

"Kid, this is the Soil of Sorrow, a rather interesting little thing, a local specialty from our area."

Baal's voice was filled with a smug pleasure: "With a little bit of demonic power, mixed with the blood of living people and special clay, you can create this perfect replica. It can even imitate the aura almost perfectly. It has no life characteristics, so it's perfect for being a corpse."

"The only downside is that in such an extremely cold environment, it becomes unstable and begins to slowly decompose, turning back into this powder."

Chen Guan understood. He raised his head and showed everyone the tiny powder at the tip of the tweezers.

He looked at Liu Feiyu and relayed what Baal had said.

Chen Guan's gaze swept over that flawless face, finally settling on Liu Feiyu's face.

"It's not your second brother, Liu Feiyu."

"It is just an exquisite doll made of special materials."

Doll.

Upon uttering those two words, Liu Feiyu felt a tightness in his chest, staggered backward, and crashed heavily into the cold metal wall with a dull thud.

"A doll..."

He murmured those two words repeatedly, his eyes unfocused, and all the color drained from his face.

The body he had been mourning was fake.

The murderer he painstakingly sought to track down was an imposter.

He believed that his relatives, who had been brutally murdered, were the real demons hiding behind the scenes, manipulating everything.

The stark contrast left him breathless, unable to utter a sound.

The last glimmer of hope for family ties in my heart was shattered.

Upon hearing the word "doll," Liu Chengjun, who had been observing coldly from the sidelines, immediately stepped forward.

His fire-based powers make him extremely sensitive to demonic substances containing evil power.

The faint, eerie aura finally had a source.

He was absolutely certain that he had been made a fool of from the very beginning.

"The real Liu Xiao..."

Liu Chengjun gritted his teeth and squeezed out these words, his handsome face contorted with anger.

Just then.

sizzle.

All the lights inside the icehouse flickered wildly a few times, then went out with a sharp, soft sound.

The backup emergency power supply also did not respond.

Absolute darkness instantly enveloped everyone.

Immediately afterwards, a chilling cold, carrying a fierce killing intent, erupted in the darkness, far exceeding the low temperature of the icehouse itself.

"There are enemies."

An Changqing's voice rang out in the darkness, and before he finished speaking, a sharp whistling sound echoed through the darkness.

Dense icicles shot out from all directions without making a sound, all aimed at Liu Feiyu, who had lost his composure.

"court death."

Long Ao roared, his fighting spirit surging in the darkness. He swung his fists, relying on his fighting instincts, smashing the ice spikes that were attacking everyone in the darkness, producing a series of muffled explosions.

"Over here."

Hong Yuan let out a low shout and instantly placed the huge Tongxuan tortoise shell in front of Liu Feiyu and Chen Guan.

Ding ding ding.

The dense icicles struck the tortoise shell barrier, sparking a series of tiny sparks, but they couldn't budge it an inch.

The Mystic Turtle, utterly dejected, served as a shield. If only it were in this rotten basement, would it even let the turtle sleep?

The battle in the darkness began instantly.

Chen Guan stood behind the tortoise-shell barrier, the pitch-black darkness having no effect on his vision.

Through his senses, he clearly perceived the attacker's location and identity.

That person was probably not normal; their aura was exactly the same as when Thousand Faces was being controlled before their death, so they were likely being controlled as well.

Baal continues to provide an assist: "Yo, the scent of Astaroth, it's that little lover here."

He immediately whispered to An Changqing beside him, "The attacker has been subdued... It's her, Su Qing."

However, he had barely finished speaking.

A dagger covered in a chilling black frost silently slipped through the gap in Long Ao's fist, bypassed Hong Yuan's frontal defense, and stabbed straight at Chen Guan's back from an extremely tricky angle.

The moment he sensed the attack, Chen Guan's expression turned cold.

You can just beat up Liu Feiyu, but you also want to assassinate Lao Ji?

You have already chosen the path to your death!

A cluster of deep red flames, incongruous with the frigid chill of the icehouse, spontaneously ignited in his palm. The flames swelled in the wind, transforming into a roaring wall of fire that engulfed the silent black shadow behind him.

"what……"

A muffled groan, tinged with pain, came from within the flames.

The towering flames illuminated the entire icehouse, allowing everyone to see the attacker's face.

It really was Su Qing.

Her delicate face was expressionless, her eyes were empty, her skin was as white as snow, and wisps of black frost were stubbornly resisting the flames burning on her body, only to be constantly scorched.

"It's Su Qing."

Hongyuan cried out, her eyes filled with disbelief.

"How did she get here? Didn't she run away?"

Su Qing's movements did not stop amidst the flames. Ignoring the raging fire on her body, she flashed through the wall of fire, her dagger once again slashing towards Chen Guan's neck.

She was several times faster than before.

"careful."

Long Ao's roar and his fist arrived at the same time.

boom.

The fist clashed with the dagger, producing a dull metallic clang. Long Ao was jolted back half a step, a chilling sensation spreading through his arm.

"Something's wrong with her power."

Long Ao shook his numb arm, his expression grave.

Su Qing missed her first attack and retreated like a ghost, avoiding An Changqing's sword thrust from the side.

She raised her hand, and a chill gathered in her palm.

Dozens of sharp and tough ice spikes appeared out of thin air and rained down on everyone present. The attacks were ruthless and merciless, clearly aimed at taking lives.