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

After tidying up, Lin Mu removed and carefully stored away the skeleton's equipment piece by piece.

Then, with a thought, they merged. The skeleton transformed into silvery-white specks of light that surged towards him, covering his entire body.

He closed his eyes, and the light in his mind lit up. The mini-map of the skull appeared clearly. Within a fifty-meter radius, there were a few scattered points of light. The ones that flickered were ordinary monsters, those that remained constantly lit were Wedge Moths, and those that were even brighter were BOSSes or top-tier Zuma monsters.

There weren't many moths, and they were all far away, so they didn't affect his journey.

He opened his eyes, and a thought struck him.

flash.

A flash of white light, and he appeared a hundred meters away. The position of the dot on the minimap changed; he adjusted his direction and continued flashing.

The monsters in Purgatory Corridor and Demon Soul Hall have respawned, but the mini-bosses and top-tier Zuma monsters have not yet appeared.

Lin Mu was too lazy to fight, so he relied on the minimap on the skeleton to teleport all the way through. In no time, he passed through the Demon Soul Hall and arrived at the exit of the Overlord Hall.

Demonic energy seeped in from the entrance, much thinner than inside the Demon Sealing Hall, carrying a hint of coolness from the outside air. Lin Mu took a deep breath and flexed his wrists.

He gripped the Wuji Staff tightly and stepped out of the threshold.

Then he froze. He had originally wanted to let the White Boar in the Overlord Hall also try out the figure-eight staff technique that he was getting better and better at.

We didn't see the white wild boar blocking the door. Not even a bat.

There were quite a few people, all holding torches, which brightly illuminated the entrance, making his eyes feel a little uncomfortable.

It turned out that dozens of people were standing in the Hall of the Overlord, with golden or gray phoenix emblems embroidered on their chests. The Golden Guards and their subordinates blocked the entrance completely.

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Some people were holding torches, some were gripping weapons, some had their mouths open, some were staring wide-eyed—everyone was looking at him.

Lin Mu stood at the doorway wearing white bone armor. The two curved horns on his helmet gleamed with a ghostly blue light in the firelight, and the silver-white bone patterns on his shoulder armor, breastplate, and arm armor flowed endlessly.

The skeleton had become one with him, but the exoskeleton still retained the skeleton's outline. From a distance, it looked like a moving skeleton, or a demon general crawling out of a sea of ​​blood.

The dozens of people were completely silent.

Silence. Deathly silence.

Lin Mu stood on the threshold, looking at these Imperial Guards. What was going on?

Some people had already quietly placed their hands on their weapons, some had taken a half step back, and some had their lips trembled but couldn't utter a word.

A boss has spawned in the Hall of Conquerors?

This appearance, with two horns on its head and bone armor all over its body, is something I've never seen before, but it looks very high-class. Could it be the legendary Rainbow Demon Cult Master?

Didn't the Woma Master of the Woma Temple go out for a stroll a few months ago? It doesn't seem impossible that the Rainbow Demon Master of the Demon Sealing Hall would also take a walk.

It looks a bit like a skeleton summoned by a Taoist priest...

Lin Mu glanced at the huge crowd at the door, puzzled.

Is it because their combined form is too cool?

But seeing the Imperial Guards exchanging bewildered glances, gripping their weapons tightly, and watching him warily, he raised his weapons higher.

Someone held up a torch and peered forward, trying to see whether it was a person or a monster;

Some people were retreating, subtly shrinking into the back of the crowd, hiding themselves behind others.

Lin Mu frowned.

Are these people going to make a move? Has it been discovered that he took the teleportation ring? Surely not? He was wearing a bamboo hat and a mask at the time, so no one could see his face.

Or perhaps Old Master Qin was arrested, and the Imperial Guards discovered that he had indeed participated in the struggle to seize the Woma leader, attacked the Imperial Guards, and implicated him.

The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed. After all, when he flew away that day, he had personally witnessed his father-in-law looking for the Woma leader. But he, a son-in-law, didn't need such a large entourage of guards.

He gripped the Wuji Staff tightly; the white bone patterns on the staff gleamed coldly in the firelight.

Just as tensions were about to rise, a voice came from behind the crowd.

"A master in plain clothes?"

The voice wasn't loud, and it carried a hint of doubt and probing, as if it had seen something unbelievable.

Lin Mu was taken aback and looked in the direction of the voice. A female Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe walked out from behind the crowd. She looked to be in her early twenties, with delicate features and the insignia of the Golden Guard embroidered on her chest.

Of course, this female Taoist priest may not actually be young. As one's level increases, one's lifespan increases, and one ages more slowly, so it is common for her to look young.

Lin Mu recognized her; she was the female Taoist priest from the Netherworld Corridor. After he went in, it was this same female Taoist priest who led the people out, and she even glanced at him as she passed by. He never expected to run into her again here.

"Did you call me?" Lin Mu asked.

The female Taoist priest stared at Lin Mu's face for another two seconds.

During this time, fearing that she had made a mistake in reporting the wrong thing, she kept carefully comparing the images in the tabloids, and she almost memorized the portraits in the tabloids.

He would read it before going to bed, and he would read it after waking up. He would even spread the newspaper out on the table while eating.

Therefore, although most of Lin Mu's face was covered by the exoskeleton in his combined form, his eyes were exposed. She wouldn't mistake those eyes.

And this thing he's wearing... well, let's just call it armor for now, looks a lot like the skeleton that the little Taoist priest was carrying back then.

The skeleton was taller than a person, its bones gleamed with gold, flames danced in its eye sockets, and it walked with a steady and powerful gait.

She took a second look and wondered to herself how it was raised.

Now, the aura emanating from the armor on this person is very similar to that of the skeleton, and it even feels more powerful than the skeleton.

Moreover, this person came out from the direction of the Netherworld Corridor.

During this period, the Golden Guards sealed off the Demon Sealing Area, which was filled with Golden Guards and their subordinates.

The commander also said that we should pay special attention to everyone coming out from that direction. The overlord is allowed to enter but not leave, and not a single one can be missed.

She nodded, turned around, and waved to the people behind her: "Put them down."

The Imperial Guards exchanged glances, released their weapons, and let out a long sigh of relief.

Lin Mu breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed it wasn't about the teleportation ring.

With a thought, he dispelled the fusion. The white bone armor transformed into silvery-white light spots that peeled off his body and reformed into the tall skeleton beside him, revealing Lin Mu's true appearance.

Everyone was even more shocked when they saw this.

He wasn't wearing armor; he had become one with the skeleton.

The Imperial Guards looked at each other, their eyes wide, their mouths agape.

And it became clear that this person was indeed the unassuming master described in the tabloids.

They'd seen Taoist priests summon skeletons, they'd seen Taoist priests cultivate skeletons, but they'd never seen a skeleton merge with a human. Could a human possibly achieve that?

The female Taoist priest also covered her mouth, her palms were sweaty.

I felt that this expert was truly extraordinary, and I was also very excited, finally able to complete my task.

"Young master, please."

The female Taoist priest stepped aside and gestured towards the depths of the Overlord's Hall, "The Commander instructed us to wait here for the young master. He will be here shortly. You must be tired from leveling up. Take a rest and have some tea."

Her tone softened even more than before, not intentionally, but naturally.

When faced with someone who can emerge alive from the complexities of the map, even deeper, everyone's tone softens.

Lin Mu glanced at her, then at the Imperial Guards on either side who were still secretly observing him, and nodded. Since he was already there, he might as well make the best of it; after all, they didn't seem to have any ill intentions.

However, he still made sure to put on his life-saving gear. In case anything went wrong, he could escape with a flash. Even if his teleportation ring was exposed and he was chased, he could simply put on the three memory items, activate the coordinates, and teleport back to the Demon Sealing Palace.

At his current monster-killing speed, if he stays in seclusion in the Demon Sealing Hall for a while longer, who knows how many levels he'll reach. When he comes out again, who's afraid of whom?

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In a corner of the Overlord's Hall, in the temporary camp set up by the Golden Guard.

Although it's described as a temporary setup, it's anything but. The tables and chairs are all genuine wooden furniture, moved from Fengmo City. They feature mortise and tenon joints, a glossy finish, and rounded, smooth edges, making them stable and wobbly to sit on.

The table was made of rosewood, its dark red grain gleaming warmly in the firelight, and the tabletop was spotless.

Candied fruit, dried fruit, pastries, and fresh fruit—everything was laid out on the table.

A thin cotton quilt was laid on the chair, wrapped in coarse gray-blue cloth. It was just the right firmness to sit on, more refined than most of the restaurants Lin Mu had seen in Beech City.

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Next to it stood a small red clay stove, with charcoal burning brightly in the firebox. On top sat a copper kettle, from which thin white steam hissed.

Next to the stove was a three-tiered food box, made of lacquerware, with a black background and gold trim. The lid was half open, revealing neatly arranged tea snacks inside.

The female Taoist priest first let Lin Mu go in and sit down, then walked to a corner and took out the jade-white horn that could transmit sound over long distances from her bosom.

She tapped her fingertips lightly, and the horn glowed faintly. She lowered her voice and said a few words. After she finished speaking, the horn turned into wisps of smoke and disappeared.

She put her hands away, stood outside the tent flap to compose herself, and then turned and went into the large tent.

Inside the tent, Lin Mu had already sat down. He had sensed it as soon as he entered that this tent was much more advanced than his own. Not only was it larger, but it was also covered with runes and arrays. The demonic energy outside was completely isolated by the arrays, and the air inside the tent was fresh and dry. It was a completely different world from the gray, sulfur-smelling Overlord Hall outside.

He took a deep breath, leaned back in his chair, and felt every pore on his body relax.

The skeleton stood behind him, its flames scanning the surroundings from its eye sockets, motionless.

The Imperial Guards stood at a distance outside the tent, or pretended to pass by, craning their necks to peer into the tent.

The female Taoist priest had fruit and wine laid out, and personally poured Lin Mu a cup of tea. The tea flowed from the spout in a thin stream, swirling in the cup, with wisps of steam rising upwards.

She presented the cups to Lin Mu with both hands, bowed slightly, her posture respectful yet natural.

"May I ask your honorable name, young master?" She sat opposite him, her hands folded on her knees, her back straight, her chin slightly tucked in, her eyes fixed on Lin Mu, waiting patiently.

Lin Mu picked up his teacup, took a sip, and casually replied, "My surname is Lin, and my given name is Mu."

The female Taoist priest paused for a moment.

Lin Mu?

Why does this name sound so familiar?

She frowned and thought for a moment, then suddenly remembered something. She took out a small newspaper from her sleeve, unfolded it, pointed to the two poems on the front page, and said in a slightly tense voice, "Are you Lin Mu, the author of these two poems?"

Lin Mu glanced at the two poems he knew by heart on the newspaper and nodded quite naturally: "Yes."