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

Qin Yumo also realized that Lin Mu was the one who wrote those two poems, but she didn't say it out loud and kept this guess to herself, telling no one.

With the military order pressing him down, Yang Xiong acted swiftly.

On his way back to Fengmo, he had already informed the deputy command post stationed in Fengmo via telepathy to transport a large amount of equipment to the mining area.

Boxes of Purgatory items, Silver Serpents, and wands, sets of heavy armor, Soul Armor, and Magic Robes, along with Woma jewelry, were neatly stacked, gleaming coldly in the torchlight.

After the equipment and supplies arrived, Yang Xiong personally led the team to escort the registered miners to the Netherworld Corridor.

The procession was long and impressive; most of the 300-plus people eventually signed up. Over 280, wearing shackles, were escorted by the Imperial Guards through the crossroads, connecting passages, the Gale Hall, and the Corridor of Light… all the way to the Netherworld Corridor. No one spoke along the way; only the clanging of shackles and the heavy thud of footsteps echoed through the passages.

To maintain efficiency, Yang Xiong had already arranged for the Golden Guards and their subordinates to clear out the monsters in the crossroads, connecting passages, Gale Hall, and Radiant Corridor, allowing the miners to reach the Netherworld Corridor without any obstacles.

Passing through the Netherworld Corridor, the stone gate leading to the Crossroads comes into view.

Yang Xiong stood by the door, looking expressionlessly at the group of miners in shackles in front of him.

To prevent unrest, he waited until the miners were lined up at the entrance to the crossroads before distributing equipment and supplies one by one. Each person received a set of professional attire, a weapon, a random teleportation scroll, 200 large bottles of potions, 20 bottles of sun potion, a map, and some dry rations and water.

The miners put on their familiar equipment again, their eyes shining, feeling as if they had returned to the past, their bodies full of energy.

Yang Xiong announced loudly, his voice echoing in the empty corridor: "The first person to come out of the Horizontal Path will be pardoned and awarded a set of Zuma jewelry, plus a thousand gold coins!"

The miners' eyes turned red.

A thousand gold coins and a set of Zuma jewelry are things that many people cannot obtain before committing crimes.

Some clenched their fists, some licked their chapped lips, and some were already mentally calculating which direction to run after they went inside.

Yang Xiong added, his voice like a knife slicing through everyone's hearts: "Once you're inside, it's best to use the random teleportation scroll immediately. Don't even think about bringing it out later. The area behind the door is swarming with white boars and wedge moths, completely blocking the way. You won't need to use the random teleportation scroll; the white boars will kill you instantly. Remember, greed is fine, but you need to be alive first, then you can have money."

The miners looked at each other, and no one said a word.

He began calling out names one by one.

A miner stepped forward, took the equipment, went to a corner to change into it, and then came back to collect a random teleportation scroll.

Under the watchful eyes of the Imperial Guards, he took a deep breath, walked to the stone gate, stepped inside, and disappeared into the darkness.

One, two, three... Some people's legs were shaking before they went in, some were muttering to themselves, some looked back at their companions, and some rushed in without looking back.

Qin Zhengchuan stood in the middle of the line. When it was his turn, he stepped forward and received a heavy armor, a Purgatory sword, and a set of warrior's Woma jewelry.

He held the Purgatory axe, ran his thumb over the blade, glanced at its attributes [Attack 0-25], and then nothing else.

He remembered his old Frostweed sword.

That's a top-tier heirloom weapon, with [Attack 10-23, Accuracy +2, Attack Speed ​​+1, Strength +2], even better than the lesser-tier Well Moon weapon.

That sword had been with him for over a decade, slashing his way from the Woma Forest to the second level of Woma, from his youth to his graying temples. It's a pity; he probably won't see his old buddy again.

He shook his head, letting go of his regret, took a deep breath, and went inside.

A flash of white light, and Qin Zhengchuan's feet landed on solid ground.

Without the slightest hesitation, and without even taking in his surroundings, he crushed the random teleportation scroll. This was something Yang Xiong had repeatedly emphasized: the entrance was completely blocked by white boars and wedge moths; not flying meant certain death.

He heard a "whoosh" sound, and the scene before his eyes distorted and shattered. He was suddenly pulled in another direction by an invisible force.

The moment he disappeared, a shrill scream came from the doorway.

"what--!"

"Help! I haven't—"

"Fly faster! Faster—"

Screams, roars, and the dull thud of chains striking flesh mingled together, coming from the direction of the doorway before being quickly swallowed by the darkness.

It turns out that some people still wouldn't listen to advice and were reluctant to use the random teleportation scroll. By the time they realized the situation, it was too late, and they were killed on the spot by the white boar.

Some people have gone crazy from mining every day. When they entered the door, their vision went black and they paused for a second. They were unlucky and before they could even crush the scroll, the slime of the wedge moth was already smeared all over their face. They were petrified on the spot and could not move. They could only watch helplessly as the white boar smashed down with its hammer.

Some people were too impatient and went in right after the person in front of them, but they weren't lucky.

The person in front flew away to avoid the attack when the white boar raised its chain hammer or when the wedge moth's sticky substance was halfway through its flight.

This impatient person immediately rushed in, and the attack that the previous person had dodged was completely absorbed by him, and his death was extremely gruesome.

In the blink of an eye.

Qin Zhengchuan stood in a corner deep within the crisscrossing road, his back against the wall, holding his breath, looking at the map in his hand, trying to determine his location.

He gripped the Purgatory sword tightly, took a deep breath, and began to feel his way toward the door marked on the map.

The monster density in the Crossroads is not high, but each one is difficult to deal with.

Holding the torch close to the wall, he moved forward cautiously, stopping every now and then.

They hadn't gone far when they suddenly heard rustling sounds coming from the darkness ahead, as if someone was moving carefully.

Qin Zhengchuan stopped, gripped the Purgatory sword tightly, and pricked up his ears.

A deep male voice came from the darkness, tinged with a hint of probing: "Who is it?"

Qin Zhengchuan was taken aback; the voice sounded somewhat familiar.

A moment later, the torchlight shone from the darkness, illuminating a Taoist priest dressed in a soul armor. The man was in his early thirties, with thick eyebrows and large eyes, several newly added scars on his face, and a silver snake in his hand.

"Brother Qin?" The man was stunned for a moment, then his eyes lit up, and he rushed over in three strides, his voice changing, "Brother Qin! It really is you!"

Qin Zhengchuan recognized him. It was Lao Ma, his old teammate who had fought alongside him on the second floor of Woma. He had followed him for several years and always called him "Big Brother".

"Old Ma".

Looking at his former brother, Qin Zhengchuan felt a surge of indescribable emotions.

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The Netherworld Corridor.

Yang Xiong stood at the door, expressionless, watching the figures filing in one after another.

Chapter 128 Coordinate Memory, Conjecture of Fusion

Labor camp inmates, miners, and convicts—these people at the very bottom of society, struggling to survive, will rush forward if given a little reward, and die if they die.

As for the Imperial Guards and their subordinates, he glanced at the people standing motionless behind him, his lips curled slightly, and he let out a very soft snort.

It's hard to say whether it's disdain or self-deprecation.

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Purgatory Corridor.

Lin Mu leaned against the wall and let out a long breath.

The monsters around had been mostly cleared out, leaving only a few annoying wedge moths scattered in the corner.

The ground was covered with the corpses of Zuma monsters and shattered stone, illuminated by the torchlight.

The skeleton stood before him, the flames in its eye sockets flickering as if it were panting.

Lin Mu patted the skeleton's shoulder blade, signaling it to stand guard nearby.

He then squatted down and stuffed the spoils on the ground into his Qiankun bag one by one.

He picked up a bracelet and looked at it.

[Knight's Bracelet, Attack 2-2, Requires Attack Power 39]

It was just another ordinary item. He sighed, tossed it into a corner of his storage bag, and didn't even bother to look at it again.

The Purgatory Corridor is filled with demonic energy, but the drop rate is very low. I wonder if it's because it's right next to the Demon Sealing Hall, and the Rainbow Demon Lord is keeping a close watch on it, so the brothers can't get any loot.

He picked up two more bottles of blessing oil and put them away.

Lin Mu glanced at the status bar.

[Character Status]

[Level: 26]

Experience: 11412/700000

HP: 192/192

[MP: 199/199]

……

I'm level 26 now. I gained a lot of experience from clearing this round of Purgatory Corridor.

By this time, most of the monster's remains on the ground had been swallowed up by the floor, leaving only a few scattered pools of blood and rubble. The torchlight flickered in the empty corridor, casting long shadows of the skeletons.

Lin Mu did not rush into the Demon Sealing Hall.

Instead, he leaned against the wall and took out the memory equipment from his Qiankun bag.

Memory ring, memory necklace, memory helmet.

The three items were neatly arranged in front of me.

I got a Memory Necklace when I fought the Rainbow Scorpion Guard in the Demon Soul Hall, and several Memory Helmets when I fought the White Boar before that. In addition, I got a Memory Ring from the Woma Leader even earlier. I only need a Memory Bracelet to complete the Memory Set.

Lin Mu put the memory ring on his hand, the metal ring fastened to the base of his finger, feeling slightly cool.

He closed his eyes and focused his mind on the memory coordinates.

A faint prompt appeared in my mind.

[Memory failure]

Lin Mu's heart sank. Sure enough, one piece wasn't enough. Did he really have to wear a full set of four pieces?

Let's try wearing two items.

He put the memory necklace back on and tried it on.

[Memory failure]

Well, Lin Mu's heart sank.

Then put on the memory helmet.

All three items are complete.