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Li Ziqing stepped out from the panel's light patterns, his bare feet landing on the blood-stained surface.

Before she could even ask a question, Daodaogui's bluish-white face looked as if someone had removed the bones from it, his chin dangling from his knuckles and swaying back and forth.

Its two white pupils twitched wildly in their sockets. It looked at Zhang Ying, then at the figure in the white dress behind him, and its lips trembled for a long time before it managed to squeeze out a complete sentence.

"You, you, how come you have a Calamity-level monster by your side?!" Its voice cracked. "You, a human, already have a demonic hand and a demonic domain, isn't that enough? You also have a Calamity-level ferocious demon by your side?!"

Zhang Ying turned his head and glanced at Li Ziqing.

Li Ziqing stood half a step behind him, her blood-red beret resting neatly on her uneven hair.

He turned his head back to face the grotesque, bluish-green creature, his tone clearly showing disdain: "You're very rude, you monster. My senior is so beautiful, and you call her 'Fierce Monster'?"

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down twice in his neck.

It looked at Zhang Ying's serious expression and let out a shrill scream: "Madman! You're a fucking madman!" It turned and ran, slapping the ceiling with all four paws at the same time, and leaped upside down toward the end of the corridor.

Before Li Ziqing could fully process what was happening, the bizarre phrase "madman" floated back down the corridor.

Her eyes, which had previously held a hint of doubt, instantly turned cold beneath the brim of her hat.

She didn't recognize the monster, nor did she know what had just happened, but she understood who the insult was directed at.

"Senior," Zhang Ying's voice came from beside her, "Don't let him escape!!"

Li Ziqing pulled his blood-red beret down a little, his right hand spread out with his palm facing down.

The fair skin began to fade from the fingertips, and blood seeped from between the fingertips, mixing with the blood on the ground beneath the feet.

Her figure inverted in the blood-red surface, and a puppet dressed in a blood-red ballet costume stood on it.

"The Ghost Realm, the Lake of Despair and Blood."

Blood poured out from her bloodied hands, far surpassing the thin layer of blood Zhang Ying had spread on the ground.

A wave of blood surged from her feet in all directions, and in the blink of an eye, all the surrounding space was stripped away by her eerie domain.

The lake of blood stretched from our feet to the horizon, the crimson sky above us slowly churning, and the air was thick with an overwhelming stench of blood.

Zhang Ying stood in the center of the blood lake, his feet firmly planted on the water.

He looked around, his brow furrowing slightly.

Compared to last time, the area of ​​Li Ziqing's mysterious domain has obviously shrunk.

His gaze fell on his wooden right hand; the incompleteness of the Ghost Realm was probably related to this hand.

The Daodiaogui floated less than three meters above the blood lake.

It was running incredibly fast just now, but now it doesn't even dare to move a finger.

The ceiling that's hanging upside down right now isn't the ceiling of the hallway.

It is Li Ziqing's sky.

It looked up at the churning lake of blood at its feet, then at the figure walking towards it step by step.

"You madman! You are a scourge, a being capable of ruling an entire region, why would you protect a mere human?!"

Li Ziqing stopped and looked at it.

The swollen, bluish-black face was reflected on the surface of the blood lake, crooked and twisted, like a piece of wood carving that had been soaked in water and rotted.

She raised her right hand, and a blood-red thorn silently rose from the blood lake directly below the inverted tomb.

The upside-down ghost twisted its body desperately, but its gravity reversal was completely useless in this eerie realm; it couldn't even distinguish which side was sky and which side was earth.

Bloodthorns pierced its chest cavity, emerged from its back, and pinned it above the lake of blood.

Daodiaogui let out a hoarse groan, and all four of its hands fell down at the same time, like an insect pinned to a specimen board with a pin, with only its legs still twitching instinctively.

Zhang Ying walked to Li Ziqing's side, glanced down at the ghost pinned to the blood spikes, then turned to her and asked, "Senior, I've tried this ghost. I chopped it into dozens of pieces with the blood blade, and it could still be pieced back together."

"Do you know any way to completely kill it?"

Li Ziqing turned her head away.

There is only one way to kill a monster.

"Let a monster of a higher level devour it. Devour its existence, or rather, erase its essence."

Zhang Ying was silent for a moment, then asked in a low voice, "If you swallow it, will anything unexpected happen?"

Li Ziqing shook his head, his eyes crinkling slightly beneath his hat brim. "Generally speaking, if two monsters are evenly matched, neither dares to rashly devour the other, for fear of being devoured and suffering a backlash. But if this balance is broken..."

She turned her head and glanced at the still twitching ghost on the blood spike. "A half-earthbound spirit is just a nutritional supplement delivered to my door."

When Daodiao Gui heard the words "nutritional supplements," the frequency of its struggles suddenly changed.

Its two paws pried at the bloody thorns, pushing them outwards. Dark blue fluid gushed from the piercing wound, and fear distorted its voice: "Wait! You can't kill me! Listen to me, listen to me!"

Li Ziqing did not listen.

She raised her right hand, and the blood lake directly below the Upside-Down Ghost began to boil violently. The blood surged upwards as if it were being boiled, dripping onto the Upside-Down Ghost's forehead.

The moment it touched the skin of the inverted ghost, the bluish-black skin on its forehead began to sizzle and smoke as if it had been branded with a hot iron.

The blood slowly spread upwards, inch by inch.

The Reversed Ghost roared in despair, "There's a monster behind me! A Calamity-level monster! No, even higher than Calamity-level! If you kill me, it won't let you go! Release me now, and I swear I'll never come back! I'll leave Dacang City, I—"

Zhang Ying stood to the side, his tone indifferent: "Senior, stop letting him talk nonsense."

Li Ziqing nodded slightly. Blood rushed upwards, covering the upside-down, grotesque half of his face.

His lips trembled.

Just as the blood was about to cover its mouth, its jaw suddenly dislocated, collapsing downwards at an angle no living person could possibly do. With a snap, its lower jaw dislocated from its joint, leaving its mouth gaping open as a dark, gaping hole.

Zhang Ying frowned, and Li Ziqing's right hand froze in mid-air.

Another sound came from deep within the throat of the Daodiaogui, as if something was climbing up its esophagus, squeezing through its throat section by section, and emerging from its gaping mouth.

"vomit--"

A red handkerchief was spat out of the mouth of the ghost.

The bright red handkerchief was embroidered with a circle of extremely fine dark gold silk thread along its edge, and each of the four corners was pressed with a character that was blurred by water.

The moment it landed on the surface of the blood lake, the entire red handkerchief seemed to be supported by some force and floated up on its own.

The blood receded outwards, creating a circular blank area. Thick, almost solidified black yin energy rose from the handkerchief, spreading outwards in all directions along the surface of the blood lake.

Li Ziqing took half a step back.

Her lake of blood was forcefully pushed back by the handkerchief, and the blood at her feet churned and rolled back.

"Wife! Wife, please save me!" The upside-down ghost was still hanging on the blood thorn, with blood still half-submerged in its body, but its voice had changed from trembling to the ecstatic joy of surviving a disaster.

An angry female voice came from behind the ghost. The voice wasn't loud, but each word was sharp and thin, like a fingernail scratching glass, with extremely strong penetrating power.

"You bastard, who are you calling your wife? Do you want me to rip your mouth off?"

Daodaogui immediately shut up.

It snapped its jaw, which was still hanging in the joint socket, back into place with a loud thud, its teeth clenched tightly.

Zhang Ying swallowed.

He stood beside Li Ziqing, and in the gray-white vision of his eerie eyes, the yin energy emanating from the red handkerchief was rapidly expanding.

A suona sound came from the depths of the yin energy.

Zhang Ying had heard of this kind of suona before. He had attended a distant relative's funeral with his mother in the countryside once, and the suona played this tune.

Amidst the sound of suona horns, the black mist receded to both sides, and a large courtyard with red walls and two white lanterns hanging from it rose from the receding mist. There were no couplets or plaques on the lintel, only a flower made of white paper hanging above it.

The black soil in front of the courtyard gate was covered with round white paper money, densely covering an entire layer.

The black soil covered half of the blood lake, standing in stark contrast to the other half.

Six paper figures stood in the center of the black earth, each the size of a living person. Their white paper clothes fluttered gently in the windless, eerie realm. The paper figures' faces were drawn with vermilion ink, their eyebrows and eyes curved, and their lips as red as blood.

A large red sedan chair was carried on the shoulders of six paper figures.

The sedan chair curtains were hanging down, and the sedan chair swayed slightly, as if the person inside was adjusting their posture.

Zhang Ying lowered his brows, his eyes filled with wariness.

He could sense that the aura emanating from the sedan chair was just as terrifying as that emanating from Li Ziqing.