There are too many female protagonists with deceased husbands in the Qin Dynasty's Past Books.

With its ears perked up, Xiaobai looked up towards the window.

After that faint sound, the window wasn't pushed open directly; only a furtive, sneaky figure could be seen, seemingly listening to the sounds inside the room.

Only after making sure no one had been alerted did he push open the window and climb inside.

The man was dressed in all black, a classic look for a petty thief. He also wore a cast iron mask to conceal his face, which made his already sinister eyes appear even more malevolent.

What's most impressive is the iron hook nose that extends from the mask.

It inevitably brings to mind vultures circling around carrion.

Lying quietly on the bed, Xiao Bai watched the furtive thief enter the room, looking around and searching for something. A grin spread across his face.

It's a bad thing, but if I just play with it, there shouldn't be any problem, right?

In the dead of night, a fox suddenly revealed a remarkably human-like smile, a truly chilling sight. But the thief, peering around, seemed completely oblivious, continuing to rummage and search.

Xiao Bai simply watched him quietly, her eyes darting about.

Chapter 10 Nightmares are like venomous snakes lurking around.

After so many years, I've finally found a clue to the treasure again!

Despite knowing he should remain calm and not make any noise that might disturb others, the vulture couldn't help but tremble slightly with excitement.

They have been infiltrating Xinzheng for some time now.

Unfortunately, some lawless individual had previously stirred up trouble throughout the city, leading to a long period of martial law being imposed on Xinzheng City.

This made the vultures dare not take any action.

Now that martial law has finally been lifted, he immediately set his sights on Liu Yi, preparing to take advantage of the weakened security around Liu Yi's residence when he was away.

Unexpectedly, there was a pleasant surprise.

Although it was only fleeting, the vulture observing from a distance was convinced that it was not mistaken. The unique and dazzling luster, which seemed to be surging flames and solidified magma, was definitely fire rain agate!

Moreover, it is a top-grade fire rain agate.

At that moment, the vulture wanted to suddenly attack and seize the little girl who carried the Fire Rain Agate, and interrogate her about her relationship with Fire Rain Manor.

But he didn't dare.

However, as soon as the thought arose and his aura became slightly agitated, Wujiu sensed several streams of energy locking onto him from within Zilan Pavilion.

will die.

They will definitely die a horrible death!

In that instant, the instinct honed from years of navigating life and death made the vulture turn tail and run without hesitation.

But if he were to give up now, he would be filled with resentment.

So, taking advantage of the quiet of the night, the vulture crept over silently, concealing its presence as it quietly slipped in, preparing to search for any clues that might be related to the treasure.

This guy really picked a good time.

At this time, Nongyu was taken by Jiang Mo to meet Madam Hu, and was not in her boudoir, which made it easier for Wujiu to act.

Unfortunately, Nongyu wasn't there, but a fox was squatting there instead.

As the vulture held its breath, thinking it had sneaked into the room unnoticed and was carefully searching for various things, it was actually becoming more and more deeply trapped in the illusion created by Xiaobai.

Until, one can no longer distinguish between reality and illusion.

Under Xiaobai's teasing gaze, the vulture, which had been tiptoeing, suddenly stiffened.

Without a sound, a cold hand landed on the vulture's shoulder.

Those were a pair of slender, pale hands, almost transparently white, and devoid of any human warmth. When they were placed on the vulture's shoulder, the vulture felt a chill run through its body.

A chilling aura blew in from behind.

It burrowed straight into his neck.

"It's already this late, what are you looking for, young master? Why don't you put down what you're doing and come with me..."

A soft, alluring voice rang in my ears, carrying a captivating charm.

But just like a page turning in a book, the woman's voice suddenly turned shrill at the end, uttering an extremely venomous sound:

Let us journey together to the deepest hell!

Before the words were even finished, the hands that were originally on the shoulders suddenly grabbed the vulture’s neck and slammed down. With the sudden movement, pieces of rotting flesh fell onto the vulture with a thud.

It makes one wonder what kind of terrifying person, or anything else, is standing behind them.

An ordinary person encountering such a ghostly scene would probably faint from fright.

However, Wujiu was a well-informed person, and he had also witnessed the witchcraft and corpse-driving techniques of the Baiyue people.

Overwhelmed with shock and anger, he brazenly drew his sword.

As the dagger in his sleeve made a cut, the vulture vaguely sensed something was wrong. Why did the dagger feel so slippery to the touch?

Was it because I was so scared that I broke out in a cold sweat?

Confused, the vulture couldn't help but glance at the dagger in its hand, and what it saw startled it even more.

What he took out of his sleeve wasn't a dagger at all!

It was clearly a red and black spotted venomous snake, which was now wriggling restlessly in his hand, trying to bite his palm.

In a panic, the vulture instinctively flung away the venomous snake from its grasp.

As it stumbled backward, dodging the female ghost's deadly hand, the vulture crashed into the dressing table in the room with a loud bang.

slap~

The bronze mirror that had been placed on the dressing table fell to the ground, its smooth and bright surface reflecting the panicked figure of a vulture.

And it firmly captured his gaze.

Normally, rough-and-tumble men wouldn't care about mirrors at all. Especially since the performance of bronze mirrors in this era was questionable, sometimes they were less convenient than taking a piss.

But at this moment, the vulture's attention was hard to take off the bronze mirror.

The image in the mirror is rapidly magnified.

Even though he was still far away from the vulture, what was reflected in the mirror was no longer his figure, but the face covered by the mask.

This illogical situation was extremely bizarre.

It felt as if the mirror wasn't reflecting the outside world, but rather that the person in the mirror had come closer on their own.

Eyes facing each other.

The vulture in the mirror suddenly tilted its head and gave him a strange laugh.

No, that wasn't a laugh at all!

It was clearly a mask that was originally worn on the face. After tightly binding the facial features, it began to twist and shrink, causing the entire face to become wrinkled like the corner of a garment.

Faintly, one could hear clicking sounds.

It sounded like bones being broken.

The vulture felt as if its heart was being squeezed by an invisible force, and it felt like it was having trouble breathing. It seemed as if the mask on its face was already starting to tighten impatiently.

Clang!

Ignoring the need to continue concealing his face to avoid being exposed, the vulture ripped off his mask and threw it at his feet, the violent action leaving bloody scratches on his face.

Besides the sound of the mask hitting the wooden board, there seemed to be the sound of some liquid being splashed.

The vulture instinctively reached up and wiped its face, only to find its palm covered in bright red blood.

In a moment of astonishment, he looked down and saw that blood was flowing out of the bronze mirror lying quietly on the ground like a gushing spring, and it had already spread into a pool of blood.

Snap, snap~

Blood continued to stream down his face, the sound of it dripping into the pool of blood like a deathly countdown. It proclaimed that the twisted, shattered corpse in the mirror was becoming reality, step by step.

The overwhelming fear instantly shattered the vulture's remaining reason.

What fire rain agate, what treasure clues?

At this moment, none of that matters.

The vulture, which was usually quite agile, leaped directly out of the window, but now it fell flat on its face like a frightened child.

Stumbling and tumbling, they climbed over the wall and fled.

Do everything you can to get as far away from Zilan Pavilion as possible, and to get as far away from that eerie room as possible.

Completely unaware of the little white creature following behind them.

The vulture thought that by escaping Zilan Pavilion, it could escape to safety, but this idea was really foolish.

It's just as foolish as those victims in ghost stories who, without understanding the truth, think they'll be safe once they leave the haunted place and return to a normal place.

So what about on the street?

Having lost its reason and gripped by panic, the vulture is sinking deeper and deeper into the mire of illusion.

Let alone in the dead of night on a deserted street, even in broad daylight on a bustling street with everyone watching, Xiaobai can still use illusions to ignite the fear and unease deep within his heart.

The vulture was so terrified that it went mad and died on the spot.

The reason why Xiaobai did not directly kill the vulture or leave it alive was partly because he was trying to play the long game and see if there was a mastermind behind this cunning thief.

On the other hand, it's Xiaobai's own perverse sense of humor.

It's been a long time since I've used illusions to torment people like this, so I'm going to have a blast.

It's frustrating, really. Whether it's Dongjun or Yanlingji, these opponents can easily see through Xiaobai's illusions, making it difficult for him to use even a tenth or a twentieth of his skills.

Having finally encountered a vulture, a target prone to fluctuations, Xiaobai was determined to regain his confidence from it.

It has already figured out how to end it.

He then temporarily withdrew the power of the illusion, making the vulture feel that it had escaped danger. When it was completely relaxed, he quietly dragged it back into the illusion.

For example, when he was about to drink some water to calm his nerves.

Let the image reflected in that cup transform into the mangled corpse that had previously appeared in the bronze mirror...