Are you kidding me?! The boss of the Hell Dungeon is a loli!

The moment the ground sank, the crow lashed out with its long whip, which entangled the doorpost behind Jiang Luo.

Stella was faster; she plunged the scissors horizontally into the cut, the blade wedging itself against the walls on either side, creating a foothold for the rickety tent.

The thin-faced merchant clutched his chest, his face turning even paler than the frost outside.

Jiang Luo had already grabbed the gray hem of the garment behind the door, and with a flick of his wrist, pulled the figure inside out.

A thin, frozen corpse lay at my feet.

It was dressed in Boss He's coat, with several ice spikes sticking out of its back to pull its hands and feet, and its belly was hollow under the coat.

That's the one that just darted past behind the door.

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Luo Luo was so focused on catching the guy who collected the money that she didn't even notice that he had changed his height.

"I misread it. Don't chase after them there. There's no one breathing inside those clothes."

She tossed the frozen corpse aside, then with a flick of her fingers, several dark red tentacles braced the tilted money box, preventing the crystals inside from falling further into the crack.

The crow pointed to its feet, where half of its shoe was already outside the torn floorboards.

"Lord Jiang, please help me up first. I've even held up the sign for you, I can't let it fall now."

Jiang Luo quickly pulled her back to his side, but couldn't help glancing at the crystal again.

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The money is real.

The guy surnamed He actually used real money to block the road; that's much harder to guard against than stuffing a few biting boxes into someone's way.

She didn't continue slowly collecting the money boxes. Instead, she rolled the three money boxes near the door into her personal space and then carried the thin-faced merchant along with the boxes he was carrying to the stone ground outside.

As soon as the merchant landed, he extended a crowbar to stop a falling plank for them, instead of grabbing the money and running away immediately.

The three leaped out of the tent, and the broken house crashed down.

The place where the money box used to be was now crammed into a mass of rotten flesh, and the doors and windows were twisted toward the center, eventually squeezing into a tightly closed, grayish-white sack.

The back warehouse is moving in the opposite direction.

The eaves were raised first, and the bones frozen to the outer wall pushed against the ground one by one. Legs of varying lengths stepped on the broken stone slabs, carrying most of the warehouse across the backyard.

It trampled several houses, causing shop owners to scramble to move their belongings out, and even dragging away empty stalls on the road.

Jiang Luo leaped onto the collapsed courtyard wall and looked down along the thickest bone leg.

"Stella, go cut off the left leg. Lolo, hold this big thing down first."

The head maid, carrying scissors, circled around the broken wall. When she landed, she didn't touch the frozen goods on the ground. Instead, she used the shaft of an abandoned car on the street to push off, and her whole body was already close to the bent bone leg.

The giant shears cut through the outer fascia, and several long, grayish-white tendons immediately popped out.

She carefully parted one of the bones, without directly clashing the scissors against the thickest bone. After three cuts, a dull thud finally came from the joint.

The rear garage tilted to the left.

Thick ice accumulated on the roof slid down the eaves and crashed into the empty front yard. Frozen copper coins and broken teeth were scattered all over the ground. A guest who had escaped from the house turned around and saw this, and even paused for a moment.

The woman with ram's horns grabbed him by the back of his collar and threw him out onto the street. She then stepped back from the shadows, and the ice block above her head smashed through the spot where he had been standing.

Jiang Luo didn't look down. Instead, he lowered the angle of the sickle, avoiding the broken section of the eaves, and inserted the tip of the blade into the horizontal bone that was still protruding outwards behind it.

Jiang Luo's Blood Moon Scythe immediately hooked onto the horizontal beam under the eaves, its dark red tentacles piercing into the original stone base, and then pulled back sharply.

The entire warehouse was brought to a standstill by the pull.

The bony leg, still moving forward, dug up a pile of broken bricks, and the white light on the door all turned towards Jiang Luo, making the thin faces squeezed into the lampshade open their mouths.

A blast of cold air hits you in the face.

Jiang Luo raised his free hand, pulled down the lamp closest to him, and stuffed it into the open doorway of the warehouse.

"Save your breath. Lolo hasn't even chosen her compensation yet. How can you just move your shop like that?"

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The lampshade was bitten through by the front teeth, and the cold mist that had escaped poured back into the warehouse. The frozen figures that had rushed to the door froze together.

The crow did not follow and burrow under the bony leg.

She grabbed the thin-faced businessman's sleeve and showed him the trucks that had been thrown out of the back warehouse, pointing out which items were consigned and which were left by the owner himself.

The merchant was initially focused on finding boxes, but when he pointed to the third vehicle, he suddenly stopped.

"That black coffin isn't for tonight's shipment. It's usually kept in Boss He's room, and the workers never let us get close when they're moving it."

The crow looked in the direction he pointed.

The black coffin was only the size of a regular reclining coffin, but it was supported by four iron wheels. The two frozen corpses pushing the cart had burlap wrapped around their feet, so they made almost no sound when they walked.

Instead of following the back warehouse into the abandoned alley, they went along the inner side of the courtyard wall and circled around to the street intersection in the opposite direction.

As the crow looked at the cart, it suddenly noticed that the frozen corpse pushing the cart would rather smash through the stack of consignment wooden crates next to it than let the black coffin scrape against the falling rails.

As the car tilted, they simultaneously reached out to protect the coffin lid, even more carefully than when they had moved the valuable black needle earlier.

She looked at the coffin lid again.

The dents on it are a mix of old and new, completely different from the boxes used for storing goods in cold storage. There is also a brass buckle on the side that can be rotated from the inside.

This is a coffin that allows people to get out on their own.

"Lord Jiang, please take a look over here. The boss might be in the car; he didn't go with the warehouse."

The crow raised its voice in haste, and after speaking, it released the bloodthirsty raven in its paw.

The black bird swooped over the broken wall and flew toward the wet trail trailing behind the coffin. Just as its beak touched the trail, the coffin's tail suddenly retracted a few thin, fleshy whiskers.

The raven was thrown back by a gust of cold air.

The wet marks behind the coffin became thinner and thinner, and the last few strands of flesh clinging to the cracks in the stones retracted under the vehicle. Then, several muffled explosions came from the back of the vehicle.

The rails that were originally carrying frozen goods suddenly dropped, and the skeletal legs that were hanging in mid-air were also slowed down. The remaining few were still crawling forward, but they could no longer turn together as before.

Seeing these changes, the crow gripped the whip handle tighter, braced its heels against the stone pillar, and stopped moving with the back of the warehouse.

The crow drew out its long whip, wrapped it around the crossbar behind the carriage, and used the stone pillar beside it to steady itself. Fine blue marks immediately appeared on the back of its hand.

She could stop the car, but she couldn't stop the two frozen corpses that suddenly accelerated.

Stone chips were scraped and scattered everywhere underfoot, and the whip rims were slowly torn apart at the rear of the vehicle. The crow gritted its teeth, not betting that it could pull the vehicle back.

She loosened the car half a turn, letting the rear of the car swing sideways toward the stone steps at the street corner.

The iron wheel crashed into the steps, causing the black coffin on the cart to shake violently, and the copper buckle on the side indeed turned from the inside.

Jiang Luo heard the crows' cries and saw the scene, immediately realizing what he had hooked onto.

The warehouse is indeed still struggling.

Boss He was pulling the flesh that maintained his human form back into the coffin, sacrificing a large piece of his body to lure her into attacking him, while he escaped from the other side.

Without loosening her sickle, she pulled off another piece of transverse bone and inserted it between her two still movable legs, pinning the bone leg to one side.

"Stella, go help Raven, leave this to Lolo."

Stella landed back on the stone ground, her skirt brushing against the carriage shaft, and in a few steps she caught up with the still-moving wagon.

The two frozen corpses turned their heads at the same time. Their faces had no eyes, but white threads, tangled together, emerged from their mouths and began to wrap around the scissors in her hand.

She didn't stop; the giant shears passed through the center of the white line, the blades closed, and sheared both bodies overturned in front of the car.

The lid of the black coffin had already been opened, and an almost transparent hand reached out from inside, gripping the carriage floor in front of Stella.

She raised the scissors, and the cart board folded upwards first.

As the sawdust exploded, the head maid dodged to the side and caught a glimpse of a familiar face amidst the flying debris.

Boss He still looked the same as before, but his chest and abdomen had obviously shrunk, and his leather apron was torn in the middle, revealing the thin film that had been hidden underneath.

Instead of trying to collide head-on with the giant scissors, he flipped over and lunged at the wall, sliding out along the white frost with his palm on it.

The crow retracted its whip and looked up, letting the ravens peck at its back.

The bird's beak tore off a bit of the membrane, and dark red blood immediately flowed from Boss He's shoulder. However, his speed did not slow down, and in the blink of an eye, he passed the two empty shops on the side of the street.

He could simply slip into that dark alleyway filled with frozen corpses and mangled flesh and blend his scent into other things.

The little devils who were cleaning up the scraps of meat had already sensed something was wrong. They dragged their baskets up the wall, but one of them couldn't avoid it in time. Boss He grabbed it by the back of the neck and threw it at the chasing raven, while the other one slid along the edge of its basket into a darker corner.

But suddenly it went dark above my head.

Boss He raised his face and first saw a thin red light, then he realized that it was the edge of the Blood Moon Mad Scythe.

Jiang Luo stood on the eaves, her white hair whipped by the night wind, holding half a skeleton that she had just pulled from the back of the house.

She casually smashed the skeleton into the alley entrance, blocking the path that hadn't yet been crawled into.

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"You're quite adept at running away, aren't you? You left so much money with Luo Luo and then hid in a coffin yourself. How could you even think of that?"

Boss He didn't answer. Suddenly, the thin film behind her burst open, enveloping her feet along with the white frost from the street.

Jiang Luo leaped off the eaves, but the sickle changed direction in mid-air, not cutting the thin film, but falling directly at his injured shoulder.

Boss He finally had no choice but to turn around and raise his hand.

The blade struck his arm with a sound like ice being cleaved open, and a few drops of dark red blood flew onto the wall. He crashed into the shop door, unable to run with his back to her any longer.