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The night was cool as water.

In the courtyard of Xinghua Ward, Yang Yuhuan handed a newly mended outer robe to Shen Mo. The stitches were crooked, but she had put a lot of care into it.

"Master, it's windy tonight." She lowered her head, her voice barely audible.

Shen Mo shifted his gaze from the scroll filled with strange information to the garment that carried a faint scent of soap.

He didn't refuse; he reached out, took it, and draped it over his shoulders.

A glimmer of light instantly appeared in Yang Yuhuan's eyes, like a spark that had been ignited.

"I'll be back soon." Shen Mo left those words behind, and his figure disappeared into the night.

Yang Yuhuan stood in the courtyard, gazing in the direction he had left, her hands tightly gripping the hem of her clothes, remaining motionless for a long time.

……

Zhuque Avenue, the residence of Right Chancellor Yang Guozhong.

Unlike the Prince's mansion that was wiped out a few days ago, this place was brightly lit, and the sounds of singing and dancing could be faintly heard, as if the bloodshed in Chang'an had nothing to do with this place.

But a hundred feet away, in the shadows of a restaurant, the deputy commander of the Bad People and several captains looked even more ashen than the dead.

"Vice Commander, it's too quiet inside..." A captain's voice was dry. "My 'Listening' Gu can't hear anything. It's like there's a stone over there, nothing at all."

The deputy commander of the Bad Guys stared intently at the luxurious mansion.

In his vision, the aura and light above the mansion were strangely distorted, like an invisible vortex greedily devouring everything around it.

"That's a sign that the 'domain' is unfolding," he murmured, his voice filled with barely suppressed fear. "Our people... have all become sacrifices."

Just then, a figure in blue appeared at the end of the long street, approaching from afar.

"He's here!"

All the scoundrels were invigorated, only to be gripped by an even deeper tension.

They saw Shen Mo walk straight to the two vermilion gates of the Prime Minister's residence.

No probing

He simply reached out and pushed forward.

"Squeak—"

The door opened.

The moment Shen Mo stepped through the gate, the world behind him, along with the long street where the three thousand Golden Guards had died tragically, and the tense-watching Bad Guys, seemed to be separated by an invisible curtain.

Inside the gate, the courtyard remained brightly lit.

Exquisite palace lanterns hung under the eaves, with artificial hills and flowing water, exotic flowers and rare plants, and beautiful maids carrying fruit platters walked by with sweet smiles on their faces.

Everything seemed so normal.

Normal... a bit excessive.

Shen Mo's gaze swept over them.

The way these maids walked, the angle at which they carried the trays, and even the curve of their smiles were all exactly the same, like puppets carved from the same mold.

He had just stepped onto the bluestone path.

"Pfft."

The sweet smile on the face of the maid closest to him suddenly froze. Her neck was turned 180 degrees at an eerie angle, and a thick, black liquid flowed from her seven orifices.

"whee……"

She let out a laugh that sounded inhuman, her body twisted into a ball, and she pounced on Shen Mo like a giant spider!

At the same time, all the maids and servants in the courtyard stopped what they were doing.

They turned their heads one by one, their necks cracking, their faces bearing the same smiles, their blood flowing in the same black veins, as they surged in from all directions in dense, overwhelming numbers.

These are the "puppets" that Yuan Tiangang mentioned, whose minds have been stolen.

Shen Mo remained expressionless.

Over two hundred years of innate true energy spread out from him with a roar!

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A series of rapid explosions rang out.

The moment the pounced puppets came within three feet of his body, their flesh and blood, bones and internal organs were all crushed into the most primitive blood mist and minced meat.

A foul stench filled the air.

Shen Mo's blue Taoist robe remained spotless.

He walked through the "red mist" made of flesh and blood and continued to walk inward.

Walk through the courtyard and along the corridor.

The scene before my eyes began to change.

The bluestone slabs underfoot turned into gold, the pillars into white jade, and the air was no longer filled with the fragrance of flowers, but with an intense, overwhelming aroma of wine and perfume.

Countless naked beauties frolic in a pool paved with gold. They wave at Shen Mo, emitting silvery, seductive laughs, their eyes sparkling with irresistible allure.

This is a trap of desire.

Shen Mo's eyes remained completely unmoved.

He had seen the imperial palace, and these mundane desires were not even worthy of stirring a ripple in his heart.

He took a step forward.

The gold and beauties beneath my feet shattered like a mirage.

The scene changes again.

This time, it's no longer about opulent splendor.

The surroundings became gray and dilapidated.

The air was filled with a pungent smell of disinfectant.

A small, oppressive hospital room appeared before him.

On the hospital bed lay a thin girl, her face as pale as paper, her body covered with various tubes, and the electrocardiogram monitor next to her emitted a faint "beep...beep..." sound.

For the first time, Shen Mo stopped walking.

That face...

It was a memory from his past life, buried deep within his soul, one he dared not touch.

She is his sister.

"elder brother……"

The girl on the hospital bed slowly opened her eyes and weakly reached out her hand to him.

"Brother...I'm so cold...I'm in so much pain..."

Her voice was filled with endless grievances and dependence.

Why... did you only come to see me now?

In an instant, the emotions he had been suppressing with his two hundred years of internal energy—namely, "regret" and "powerlessness"—exploded violently in his heart like a ferocious beast breaking free of its cage!

This is the real killer move.

It's devouring my emotions, my memories, my... Dao heart!

Shen Mo's body trembled slightly.

For the first time, a strong emotion flickered in those eyes that were always as indifferent as ice.

"Brother, please don't go, okay?"

"Stay...keep with me..."

The girl's phantom floated up from the hospital bed, slowly approaching him, reaching out her cold hand, wanting to touch his cheek.

Just as his fingertips were about to touch his skin.

"roll."

A word, chilling to the extreme, was squeezed out from between the silent teeth.

He suddenly raised his head.

Those eyes, which had been trembling violently, had now returned to a deathly calm, but beneath this stillness lay an overwhelming killing intent!

He wasn't talking to the phantom.

He was speaking to the "thing" that created this illusion.

You shouldn't have...

【Trying to mess with me with her!】

"Buzz—!"

The ancient, silent mirror in his mind seemed to sense its master's anger at this moment, and suddenly burst forth with a dazzling golden light!

Golden light pierced through the sea of ​​consciousness, penetrated the physical body, and shone directly upon this illusory realm constructed by "evil spirits"!

"ah--!!!"

A scream that was not human, filled with pain and horror, echoed throughout the entire Prime Minister's residence!

The ward and the girl before me seemed to contort and evaporate in an instant, like ice and snow exposed to the scorching sun!

Everything around them returned to the original appearance of the Prime Minister's residence.

However, the Prime Minister's residence was no longer a place of peace and prosperity, but had been transformed into a blood and flesh mill. Painful and distorted human faces grew on all the beams, pillars, and walls, and rivers of blood flowed on the ground, with countless severed limbs floating in the blood.

This is the true face of the "domain".

A nest built of fear and despair.

Shen Mo stood on the River of Blood, slowly raised his head, and his gaze pierced through the many obstacles, accurately locking onto the deepest part of the Prime Minister's residence, the underground secret chamber wrapped in countless pieces of flesh and blood.

He sensed it.

The original "Jade Stealing the Nation's Fortune" is right there.

At that very moment, a grand, ancient voice, imbued with supreme majesty and seductive intent, resounded directly in his mind.

[Mortal...you possess a powerful soul...]

Your anger, your desires, your obsessions... are all the finest nourishment...

Submit to me...

I can resurrect your sister, I can grant you true immortal divine power, I can make you... the only god in this world!

Shen Mo listened to these words without any expression on his face.

He simply raised his hand and slowly extended his middle finger towards the direction of the secret chamber.

Then he spoke.

The sound was calm, yet it resonated throughout the entire area.

"The God you speak of,"

"Should we kneel or stand?"