Fantasy: I'm in a discarded alchemy room, but I can turn trash into treasure!

The moment the colorful mist filled his nostrils, Qin Mo felt like his head was going to explode with a wad of cotton.

The Black Lake is gone, the flying boat is gone, and the ground beneath our feet has been replaced by red silk-covered bricks, strings of red lanterns hang overhead, and the air is thick with the smell of cosmetics, so strong it's cloying.

The women surging in from all directions outnumbered the undead from the swamp, each more alluring than the last. Thin veils covered their curves, their arms draped over his shoulders, their chests rubbing against his arms, and warm touches pressed against him from all sides.

Qin Mo's mind was buzzing, and his consciousness kept drifting away.

He swallowed hard, and the first thing that came out of his mouth was completely out of sync with his thoughts.

"This service is so thoughtful."

Once the words were out, I became a little more lucid.

The Qiankun Transformation Furnace pulsated violently deep within the dantian, and a surge of Qiankun Qi poured into the divine platform, forcefully pushing back the layer of fog that had clouded the mind.

Qin Mo's eyes regained their sparkle, but he didn't rush to make a move.

These beauties are not real beings, but bait thrown out by an illusion.

The real hunter has yet to appear.

He simply closed his eyes halfway and let the phantoms push him forward.

At the end of the red silk-paved passageway stood a large, carved bed.

The bed curtains hung low, embroidered with patterns of mandarin ducks playing in the water, and a dim, warm light emanated from inside.

A woman knelt on the bed, her head covered with a red bridal veil, her hands neatly placed on her knees, as if waiting for the groom to lift the veil.

Qin Mo was pushed to the bedside.

A voice that could melt your bones came from beneath the bridal veil.

"My lord, it's our wedding night, aren't you going to lift the veil?"

Qin Mo stood still, his eyes darting around.

The beauties in the illusion all retreated to the sides, covering their mouths and giggling as if watching a spectacle.

The entire scene was changed from a brothel to a wedding room, and the technique was quite sophisticated.

A very subtle red thread extended from under the bridal veil and wrapped around his wrist.

A ghost marriage contract.

As soon as he reaches out and lifts the handkerchief, the seal will be locked into his soul, and his vital energy will leak out like water from a burst dam.

Qin Mo's lips curled up slightly.

He didn't lift the handkerchief; instead, he plopped down on the edge of the bed, leaning back in an incredibly relaxed posture.

"What's the rush? We should have a nuptial drink before entering the bridal chamber."

There was a moment of silence beneath the bridal veil.

"My lord truly understands romance."

Her voice was so soft it could melt water, "I've waited so long, so long, just for you to come and marry me."

The red thread tightened even more, and the power of the ghost marriage contract seeped into the soul through the wrist.

Qin Mo felt that cold, sucking force, and the hairs on his back stood on end.

He remained expressionless, while the five elements of Yang fire within his body had quietly sunk to the bottom of his dantian, waiting to be deployed beside the Furnace of Life.

He tilted his head, speaking in a lazy tone.

"My lady, are you so impatient? How long has it been since you last saw a man?"

A very soft laugh came from under the veil.

The red line suddenly tightened.

The ghost marriage contract rushed straight to the depths of the soul, and the chilling suction force was amplified to its maximum in an instant.

This was her most relaxed moment, certain that her prey had taken the bait, and she poured all her strength into the seal.

This was exactly what Qin Mo had been waiting for.

The five elements of Yang fire exploded violently, flowing back through the passage of the ghost marriage contract.

The scalding yang energy poured into the ice cave like boiling water, instantly cracking the patterns on the red line and emitting a hissing, scorching sound.

The woman under the bridal veil let out a scream.

Qin Mo reached out with his right hand, grabbed the red wedding veil, and wrapped the veil and the yang fire together on it.

"I've taken off your veil for you, don't be shy."

boom.

The yang fire on the cloth exploded, and the entire bridal chamber illusion shattered into countless pieces like a mirror.

Red silk, lanterns, carved beds, and the "double happiness" characters scattered all turned into ashes and dissipated.

Qin Mo's feet suddenly lost their footing.

When he opened his eyes again, he was standing on a round platform made of black stones.

The round platform floated in the very center of the dark lake, its surface covered with dense, blood-red runes, and the air was filled with a strong, decaying fragrance.

The Sunken Wedding Platform.

The flying boat was moored on the lake surface ten zhang away.

Sikong Ji sat cross-legged at the bow of the boat, his eyes closed and his face covered in sweat.

Her body was trembling slightly, a trace of blood seeped from the corner of her mouth, and her breathing was rapid and disordered.

The inner demons backfired.

She was also under the spell.

Before Qin Mo could get there, a cold, gritting laugh rang out from behind him.

He turned his head.

A woman in red stood barefoot at the other end of the wedding platform.

She was dressed in a wedding gown, her body surging with ghostly energy, and her face was charred black, the marks left by the scorching fire she had just suffered.

A pair of blood-red pupils stared intently at Qin Mo, her hair disheveled, looking utterly wretched.

Qin Mo glanced at her twice, and his heart skipped a beat.

The mission objective is ranked third on the Spirit Ranking.

The Mirage-Clad Demon Mother.

"You're the first man to turn on me in my wedding tent."

The Mirage Demon Mother's voice had lost its previous soothing quality; it was now cold and shrill. "I've orchestrated marriage schemes for three hundred years, and I've never failed."

Qin Mo shook his numb right fingertips.

"Haven't been with a man for three hundred years, no wonder she's so anxious."

The Mirage-Clad Demon Mother's eye twitched suddenly, and the scorch marks on her face made her expression look particularly ferocious.

She waved her sleeve.

The lake water surrounding the Sunken Marriage Platform began to churn, and sixteen figures burst forth from the dark water.

Each one was dressed in a bright red wedding gown, their faces were as pale as paper, their fingernails were long and sharp, and two ghostly green flames were embedded in their eye sockets.

They landed on the edge of the round platform, completely surrounding Qin Mo.

happy Sha Kui.

Qin Mo glanced around, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.

The aura of the sixteen Joyful Demon Puppets was that of someone at the Great Perfection of the Golden Core stage, and they did not exhibit any fluctuations of the blood and qi of a living being; they were genuine ghost puppets.

The Mirage-Clad Demon Mother flipped her right hand, and a fist-sized black oil lamp floated into her palm.

The lamp was made of ground bone, with a bluish-white flame dancing on the wick, and within the flame, one could vaguely see countless twisted and struggling human faces.

The Nine Netherworld Soul-Guiding Lamp.

"The men who intrude into my marital domain, if alive, will be the grooms; if dead, they will be the lamp oil."

The Mirage-Clad Ghost Mother held the bone lamp, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Her blood-red eyes stared at Qin Mo. "You're rather special. I plan to let you experience both. First, be my ghost lover. When I've drained you down to your last breath, I'll stuff your soul into the lamp and have it burn for me day and night."

Qin Mo's gaze shifted from the bone lamp to the flying boat.

Sikong Ji's body trembled again, and a mouthful of blood trickled from the corner of his lips, dripping onto the boat deck.

Qin Mo's toes moved half an inch.

The two lewd puppets took a step forward at the same time, their green fingernails aimed at his throat.

Three more figures closed in from behind, their chilling ghostly aura pressing down from all directions.

All escape routes are blocked.

The Mirage-Clad Demon Mother slowly approached, holding a bone lamp; the pale blue flames illuminated half of her charred face.

She tilted her head to look at Qin Mo, her voice softening again.

"Stop struggling, my lord."

Qin Mo gripped the hilt of the ancient broken sword tightly, and the five elements of qi and blood flowed from the soles of his feet into his entire body.

He glanced at the round platform that was surrounded by a huge crowd, then at Sikong Ji who was vomiting blood on the flying boat, and a slight twitch appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"We can get married, but can you afford the bride price?"