Legendary Son-in-Law: The Man with Poison Talismans

[Holy War Ring (Damaged), requires 40 attack power]

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The skeleton turned its head away, glanced at the flame, and showed little interest.

Lin Mu didn't bother to look closely; it was just a pile of trash, he'd leave it for now.

As he rummaged through the boxes, he found one.

The box was damaged, with cracks at the corners. It was vaguely visible that it originally had six compartments, three of which were empty, and the other three each contained a ring. Lin Mu picked them up one by one.

Paralysis Ring (Damaged), Requires Level 16

[Resurrection Ring (Damaged), Requires Level 16]

Teleportation Ring (Damaged), Requires Level 16

All three special rings were broken, and Lin Mu's heart shattered.

But Lin Mu was not giving up. Just then, a wedge moth flew over his head. He put on the paralysis ring, picked up the Wuji Staff, and swung it at the moth.

One blow, two blows, three blows, and the wedge moth was knocked askew, its wings flapped twice, and it fell to the ground with a thud, dead.

The wedge moth showed no signs of being paralyzed throughout the entire process.

He tried the teleportation ring again, but nothing happened when he tried to use it.

It seems that even the Qiankun Bag cannot guarantee the condition of the items forever, and the special ring cannot withstand the erosion of demonic energy over countless years.

Time is a truly terrifying thing.

Lin Mu sighed, put the three damaged special rings into his Qiankun bag, keeping them as a memento.

There were also many bottles and jars in the Qiankun bag, which looked like potions, blessing oils, and special repair water.

The stopper was still tight, but the liquid inside had become clear and transparent, and the volume had decreased by more than half. He unscrewed the bottle, poured some out, and looked at it; it was clear water, with no medicinal smell at all.

Everything has gone bad.

Lin Mu shook his head, preparing to put away the Qiankun bag, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of something flashing at the bottom. It was a very faint light, appearing and disappearing in the hazy space, like a star about to go out.

He reached in and pulled it out.

It's a set of memory equipment. Necklace, bracelet, ring, and helmet—all four pieces are complete.

The bracelet and ring faintly glowed with a dark red light, indicating that they possessed the aura of the Rainbow Demon Lord. The other two pieces were dull and lifeless, as if they had been corrupted by demonic energy and lost their spirituality.

Lin Mu first picked up the ring.

[Memory Ring (Damaged), Taoist Skill 0-1, Requires Level 26]

Then she picked up the bracelet. It was flat and round, with a smooth and warm texture, and a colorful ornament hanging from the bottom.

[Memory Bracelet (Damaged), Magic 0-1, Requires Level 26]

Lin Mu's heart skipped a beat. These two items still retained some of their attributes; judging from the skeleton's condition earlier, they should still be usable.

He took out his three memory equipment pieces from his Qiankun bag, and with the memory bracelet, he had all four.

Once dressed, close your eyes, and with a thought, memorize the coordinates.

A clear prompt appeared in my mind.

[Coordinates already memorized: Demon Sealing Hall, 1871/1576]

Lin Mu took two more steps, moved to a different spot, and tried to continue memorizing the coordinates, only to find that another prompt appeared.

[Memory failed. Should the already memorized coordinates be replaced?]

【whether】

Lin Mu was stunned for a moment. So the memory failed? But why was it different from the previous prompts?

After thinking about it, I chose "yes".

Then a new prompt appeared.

Please select the coordinates to replace.

【1. Purgatory Corridor, 0154/6512】

【2. Demon Sealed Palace, 1871/1576】

I see. Lin Mu chose 2.

The line in his mind, "[Demon Sealing Hall, 1871/1576]", had changed to "[Demon Sealing Hall, 1867/1578]".

That works. Now I'll know how to replace the coordinates.

Is it possible that the memory set can only remember two coordinates?

Lin Mu looked down at the damaged memory bracelet in his hand. Perhaps it was the word "damaged" that caused the problem.

I'll try again after I've completed a full test. This one is barely enough for now.

Lin Mu put away the memory equipment, stood up, and glanced around.

The dark purple demonic energy inside the Demon Sealing Hall seemed to have thinned considerably, allowing the torchlight to reach further. The sulfurous and putrid smell in the air had also diminished somewhat; although it was still unpleasant, it was at least not as pungent and suffocating as before.

It's probably because the Rainbow Demon Cult Leader was killed.

However, Lin Mu knew that this was only temporary. As a monster, it would respawn sooner or later, and that was the Qiankun Bag.

Lin Mu vaguely felt that this must have been something from when the Rainbow Demon Lord was still human; it could probably only be considered a first-kill reward.

Just then, the tattered Qiankun bag placed at his feet suddenly trembled slightly.

He looked down and saw the crimson demonic energy inside the bag spreading outwards like tentacles. The last clean 100-cubic-meter space was being eroded by the demonic energy from the edges.

Silent and unstoppable, the erosion is accelerating.

In just a few breaths, that clean corner was completely swallowed up by blood.

The entire Qiankun Bag swelled up with demonic energy, its body trembled violently a few times, and then a wisp of flame shot out from the crack. The flame was small, bluish-red, licking the edge of the bag and making a soft sizzling sound.

Soon, the fire spread, and the entire Qiankun Bag twisted, deformed, and shrank in the flames, finally turning into a small pile of ashes scattered next to the cult leader's corpse.

Chapter 137 Under the Heavy Reward

It seems that the clean space of about 100 cubic meters was entirely protected from demonic energy by the aura of the objects themselves.

He took the items away, and without the items that could resist demonic energy, the remaining space was instantly eroded.

Who knows how big it is beyond those 100 cubic meters? How many good things were once in those areas swallowed by demonic energy? They've probably been eroded away long ago, leaving not a trace.

Pity.

Next, Lin Mu rested for a while. He leaned against the wall, ate a sesame seed cake, drank half a pot of water, and closed his eyes for a short nap. The skeleton stood beside him, the flames in its eye sockets flickering, quietly guarding him.

When he woke up, the demonic energy in the Demon Sealing Hall seemed to have thinned out a bit, and the stone pillars and walls in the distance were clearer. He stood up, dusted himself off, picked up the Limitless Staff, and led the skeletons to start clearing out the monsters.

After all, there are still a few mini-bosses like the Evil Serpent, Rainbow Demon Pig Guard, and Rainbow Demon Scorpion Guard, as well as those top-tier Zuma monsters. Although we've already defeated the Rainbow Demon Lord, and it seems these mini-bosses don't have much good loot left, we can't let them go to waste.

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At this moment, at the entrance of the Zongheng Road, Yang Xiong stood in front of the stone gate and suddenly felt that the thick demonic energy in the air seemed to have thinned out a bit.

It wasn't just psychological; the feeling had genuinely faded. Before he could think about it further, a person walked out of the stone gate.

The miner was covered in blood, his heavy armor was mostly shattered, and the armor on his left arm was completely gone, revealing a wounded arm underneath. His legs were trembling, and his face was covered in ash and blood, as if he had just crawled out of the deepest hell, but his eyes were full of light.

"My lord! My lord! I'm the first one! I'm the first one to come out!" His voice was hoarse, as if his throat had been sanded, but every word was filled with trembling excitement.

Before Yang Xiong could speak, several more people walked out from behind the stone gate.

One, two, three... Before long, seven or eight people were standing at the door, all of them miners who had signed up.

Some were leaning on their weapons, some were supporting each other, and some collapsed on the ground as soon as they came out, panting heavily, but everyone's face had a light of relief after surviving a disaster.

Yang Xiong stared at them expressionlessly, and only asked after the last person came out, "Is the entrance cleared?"

"Cleared, cleared!" the first person answered eagerly. "All the white boars are gone, and not a single wedge moth is left. The little one went in and heard the adults use random, then was the first to turn back to the door, the first..."

Yang Xiong raised his hand to interrupt him, looked him up and down, and then glanced at the others. The weight that had been hanging over his heart finally lifted by half.

He patted the man on the shoulder, his tone indifferent: "You've worked hard. From now on, we're brothers who will stand shoulder to shoulder. You'll get the promised reward. Go and rest now."

After waiting another half hour, two more groups of people came out, and it seemed that everything was indeed alright.

He turned around and waved to the Imperial Guards behind him: "Go in. Find people, find corpses, clear out monsters. We can't leave our brothers' remains in the Crossroads."

The miners who came out felt a surge of warmth in their hearts upon hearing this.

I thought that since they were guilty and had died, it was enough that I treated their families well.

Unexpectedly, this commander remembered to bring their remains back, preventing them from rotting in that godforsaken place.

The Imperial Guards and their subordinates obeyed the order and filed in, their torches twinkling in the darkness of the crisscrossing passageway.

Yang Xiong stood at the door, watching the flames move deeper and deeper into the darkness. He repeatedly recalled the reason for everything that had happened today. Although the Empress did not mention the commoner expert in the Hall of Mental Cultivation that day, he knew what the Empress wanted.

Ten days haven't been up yet; he needs to search again before reporting. Hopefully, it will have a good outcome.

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Over the next few days, Yang Xiong personally led a team to thoroughly search Zongheng Road.

I've explored every corner, every fork in the road, and every place I could go.

The carcass of the white boar was found, the carcass of the wedge moth was found, and the miners who died were found. Everything that could be brought back was brought back.

The surviving miners, who could have rested and recuperated in the camp, instead dragged their still-unbandaged wounds, donned the standard equipment of the Golden Guards embroidered with gray insignia, and followed behind the search party, willingly exerting their strength.

Yang Xiong knew that they were willing to work so hard not entirely because they were afraid of him, but more because of his previous statement, "We cannot leave the bodies of our brothers in the Zongheng Road."

And he actually found those bodies. Keeping his word is more effective than any empty promise.

Regardless of how much sincerity he had when he said those words, the way these miners looked at him now was definitely different.

However, after searching the entire area, they couldn't even find a trace of that master in plain clothes.

The warrior centurion, who had previously led the team in the Netherworld Corridor, cautiously said, "Sir, that person did indeed go in. I saw it with my own eyes. Could it be... that the Demon Soul Palace has really been unsealed, and he went there?"

Yang Xiong remained silent for a long time.

The imperial court provided each commander with a map and information passed down from ancient times, and he knew better than anyone else where every branch of the crisscrossing road led.