During the Republic of China era, I achieved unparalleled success by returning to the past.

"Bullets don't have eyes, why are you going in there?"

Song Beiyou patted the small hand that was tugging at his sleeve, without explaining, "Wait for me here."

As he spoke, he moved like a cat, stealthily closing in. When he was about ten feet away, Song Beiyou could see clearly that the green-skinned motorcycle rider was the prison guard escorting the Black Prison Master.

"Go to hell!" The back door of the black Parker was kicked open, and Chang Huaizhen stepped out, raising his hand forward!

Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat! Bullets swept across the sidecar motorcycle like fiery whips, flashing a trail of sparks.

"Ah!" Immediately, a prison guard was shot and fell to the ground before he could dodge.

"Bing! Bing, how are you!"

"Let's fight them!"

Bang bang bang!

The prison guards were completely unable to withstand the suppressive fire. Chang Huaizhen, behind the car door, finished firing a magazine, then changed to another and continued his arrogant rampage.

Song Beiyou's heart stirred slightly, a murderous glint flashed in his eyes, he lowered his body, and leaped forward like a cat, getting a little closer.

He steadied himself, slowly removed his suit jacket, covered the muzzle of his gun, and rotated his wrist to aim at the target. The muzzle flash of the pistol was very obvious in the darkness, but in the chaos of battle, the sound of gunfire at close range was indistinguishable.

With one hand gripping the gun and the other supporting it steadily, Song Beiyou concentrated and pulled the trigger. The moment the bullet was fired, he rolled to the side and concealed himself.

Chang Huaizhen was holding a submachine gun and firing at his opponent, who couldn't even raise his head, when a bullet whistled through the air. His head snapped back, and a spray of bullet splattered from the back of his head.

"Young Master Chang!"

"Young Master Chang has been shot! Kill them all, kill them all!" A terrified shout came from the black Parker.

Song Beiyou smirked, put his ripped suit back on, and quietly retreated.

Just then, a dark figure suddenly leaped out of the dump bed of a green sidecar motorcycle, letting out a roar that was not human, like a giant toad leaping and pouncing into Chang Shao's side.

Figures crisscrossed like a whirlwind, amidst screams of terror and splattering black blood.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Gunshots echoed endlessly in the wilderness.

"You can't kill me! Run! You monster—"

Song Beiyou's eyes narrowed. By the light of the car headlights, he could see that the other person was wearing tattered prison clothes—it was the Black Prison Master. But the black leather hood on his head was gone; instead, scales gleamed coldly in the light.

Could it really be a water monster? Song Beiyou felt a chill run down his spine, and recalling the legend of the sea fog, he quickly held his breath and retreated.

"Aaaaah!" Another scream erupted.

Song Beiyou paused slightly, glancing back. In the blinding white light of the car headlights, blood was still splattered. He then met a pair of cold, inhuman eyes.

A chill ran through him. He slowly rose, his legs slamming into the ground, his back taut like a bow. In an instant, he transformed from a stalking raccoon into a tiger descending the mountain, taking in the other's features.

The gray prison uniform was stained with blood and torn like rags, with five or six bullet holes from which blood was gushing out. On the broad shoulders was a hideous monster head, with a bulging forehead, bluish-gray skin, and black scales covering its face and cheeks. Its bubble-like eyes rolled up and down, and its protruding mouth stretched out, dripping with wet, sticky fluid.

He was holding a bloody head in his hand; it was Zhou Wanchuan with his eyes wide open.

"A monster!" Su Xiaowan's voice trembled slightly as she quickly approached.

Song Beiyou did not reply, but stared intently at the strange man—the Lord of the Black Prison—about seven or eight zhang away.

Rusty lettering suddenly appeared before my eyes:

[Dragon Salamander: The Qianyuan Giant Salamander resembles a salamander but has a body as long as a dragon. Its skin is covered with black patterns like dragon scales. It is yin in nature and likes secluded places, hiding in deep caves in cold abysses. When it moves, it draws in the tide and creates mist.]

"Qianyuan Blood Serum!" Song Beiyou felt a sense of relief, a slight smile playing on his lips. He gently pried open Su Xiaowan's hand, stepped on the weeds and stones, and calmly walked forward.

"Lord of the Black Prison, I can help you."

"Heh heh." The Lord of the Black Prison let out a threatening sound in his throat and casually threw away the severed head in his hand.

Song Beiyou didn't take it seriously and said as he approached, "We've fought before, you can't beat me." He paused slightly, "But I can help you, and make you a normal person again."

The flesh on the Black Prison Lord's body writhed and rippled, and deformed bullets were squeezed out one by one from the bleeding wounds, falling off with a soft thud. The wounds writhed and closed rapidly. "You...why...help me!" Each word seemed to be painstakingly coaxed out from his throat.

Song Beiyou's piercing gaze flickered; this ability seemed familiar. He had already walked a foot away from the Black Prison Master, the two facing each other across two blinding car headlights.

The wilderness was bitterly cold, and the stench of blood filled the air; tiny droplets of blood churned in the headlight beams.

"I've also been injected with the serum, but I was able to control it perfectly," Song Beiyou said in a deep voice.

"You're all... lying to me!" The Lord of the Black Prison suddenly sprang up and pounced.

A chilling wind swept over him, carrying a cold, damp, and fishy smell. This guy was turning into a real demon! In an instant, Song Beiyou spun around and turned to the side, his palms forming a hollow embrace. He channeled his Yin-Yang energy, using the claws that were grabbing him to wrap around them, and then twisted and turned them backward along their joints.

Just then, his face suddenly flushed, the inherited mask suddenly appeared, and a mysterious light emanated from between his brows. In an instant, all eight eyes of his eyes suddenly opened.

The words appeared in blood before his eyes: [Absorb the mutation within your body after injecting the Dragon Salamander serum?]

The Black Prison Lord, who was about to retaliate, suddenly stopped, as if he had encountered a terrifying natural enemy, and froze on the spot. In an instant, wisps of bluish-gray aura emanated from his body, converging in front of him and being absorbed by the eight eyes on Song Beiyou's forehead.

Song Beiyou felt his forehead burning and his mind pounding. He couldn't help but take two steps back and look back at the Black Prison Master. His head, which had looked like it was covered in fish skin, had returned to a smooth human head.

His pale face, his bulging eyes rolled in confusion, and he asked in horror, "What was that just now?"

Song Beiyou smiled nonchalantly: "I said I could help you."

The Lord of the Black Prison looked on in disbelief, touching his face repeatedly. He began to tremble, his Adam's apple bobbing twice. "You really healed me?"

That's the truth.

The Lord of the Black Prison suddenly knelt down, kowtowing three times with a series of thuds. When he looked up, his forehead was covered in dirt. "Just now, your eyes... were you a god sent from heaven to save this filthy world?"

Song Beiyou was speechless, his eyes deep beneath his brows. He raised his hand to help him up, saying, "Get up. I am just a mortal."

The Lord of the Black Prison shook his head. He had clearly seen it just now. How could such a divine being be a mortal? Those eight deep, abyss-like eyes seemed to be able to see through everything. Just one glance from them had sent chills down his spine, and he couldn't muster the slightest thought of resistance.

Could it be that meeting the person before me is an arrangement of fate?

His droopy eyelids fluttered, and hot tears slid down his pale, wrinkled face: "My benefactor rescued me from this sea of ​​suffering, as if I were reborn. If it weren't for my benefactor, I would have long since become a monster without humanity. I can never repay such a great kindness. From now on, I am willing to serve my master faithfully, never leaving his side, and be his loyal dog."