Chapter 78

As the dark stream outside gurgled and the torches on the cave walls crackled, sounds that no one would usually notice were now startlingly clear.

The shadows of countless strange rocks swayed menacingly in the torchlight, giving the bright mine cave an eerie and terrifying atmosphere.

The atmosphere instantly fell into a strange state.

A fat man, his face twisted, panted heavily as he stepped into the cave step by step.

He was drenched, all his clothes clinging tightly to his body, his hair plastered to his forehead, looking like a bedraggled drowned chicken. The bandit armor under his ribs had a large gash, almost as tattered as a beggar's rags.

A strange, unknown green water plant was entangled around the saber at his waist.

Behind him, only three figures hesitated in the distance, unsure whether to follow or not. The other guards, including the round-faced Feng Mei, crouched at the cave entrance, their faces pale, ultimately hesitating and not following.

Everyone in the main mine cave was taken aback.

No one would have thought that such a fat man would dare to walk right into the line of fire when the Third Chief hated him so much.

Hong Xiuluo勉强opened her swollen eyes and stared at the figure below, her heart trembling deeply. A strange emotion made her heart chaotic.

A guard beside the Third Chief whispered something in his ear, and in that instant, Ye Liuhuo's eyes widened in shock: This is the fat man who dared to touch my woman? How dare he come here?

"I don't understand."

The Third Chief turned his head, and in the next moment, his gaze was colder than the netherworld, his voice filled with a twisted hatred that echoed through the mine cave:

"Why did you come to seek death? Originally, I gave you a chance to escape. Are you not afraid of death, or do you think I won't kill you?"

Ye Liuhuo's voice made Hong Xiuluo tense, her lips turning pale from biting them so hard.

No one knew better than her the变态and obsession in Ye Liuhuo's proud voice. The fact that he didn't immediately catch the fat man was not due to negligence; he truly gave Zhou Lu a chance to escape. He wanted to play a cat-and-mouse game, gradually driving the person who made him jealous to the brink of despair and collapse. He wanted to slowly play the fat man to death to satisfy his hatred.

This man had that confidence and the strength to be arrogant.

Everyone's shocked gazes fell on the fat man.

Zhou Lu slowly stopped, holding his head as if in pain.

"I don't understand either," the fat man's voice was as despicable and hateful as ever: "Why do you like to speak in that pretentious tone? Didn't your mother ever tell you that such a tone is annoying?"

Ye Liuhuo's face turned ashen.

Even though Hong Xiuluo was bound to the altar, she almost burst out laughing despite her despair.

Seeing the enraged Ye Liuhuo, Hong Xiuluo felt a wild sense of satisfaction in her despair. This fat man was so despicable and wicked that with just one sentence, he shattered all the elegance and arrogance of the obsessive man. How refreshing.

Ye Liuhuo barely restrained his anger, taking deep breaths to maintain his composure. He didn't want to lose his dignity as a strong man in front of this scoundrel. Ye Liuhuo took a step forward, standing high on the altar and staring down at the fat man with a voice full of contempt:

"Hmph, a reckless and ignorant thing."

"I heard you managed to save someone from the captains' riot. I suppose you must have some strength. But did you come here today to save this woman again?"

Ye Liuhuo laughed, his smile full of deep disdain: "Do you think your pitiful strength will be of any use here? Do you think you can beat me, or do you think you and this woman can run away together in the chaos?"

At the word "run away," Hong Xiuluo's heart skipped a beat. Her relationship with the fat man was probably beyond explanation now.

Ye Liuhuo hadn't rushed to act yet, surely he was thinking of a more perverse and satisfying way to kill the fat man and herself.

"Stop talking nonsense, you brain-dead kid." Zhou Lu sniffed, looking very impatient: "What business is it of yours if your mother and I have a relationship? If your mother and I run away, can you find a richer father?"

The fat man's annoying expression made Ye Liuhuo so angry that he almost lost control.

Hong Xiuluo's face turned red, her lips tightly pressed together, trying hard not to laugh, her stomach aching.

She finally realized how wicked this fat man was. In front of such a scoundrel, any pride, confidence, elegance, or coldness became a sign of idiocy.

However, this scoundrel brought her an indescribable sense of relief. If possible, she would even cheer out loud.

Feng Mei, Dao Ge, and the guards crouched at the cave entrance were all stunned.

They wanted to laugh but didn't dare, struggling to hold back their laughter.

They never expected that this fat man would dare to provoke the Third Chief so recklessly. Did he know that pleading and crying wouldn't save the Second Chief, so he decided to curse to his heart's content?

...

"Scoundrel, you're asking for death."

Ye Liuhuo was almost driven mad with anger. His face was terrifyingly pale, and he was furious. Playing elegant with this scoundrel? To hell with elegance. He couldn't argue with this sharp-tongued scoundrel. Ye Liuhuo had no more patience; at this moment, he only wanted to slap this scoundrel into a bloody pulp to satisfy his hatred.

A ghostly, wolf-like howl, Ye Liuhuo's eyes burned with rage, his body slowly rising into the air. Then, a sharp whistle, he shot down from the sky like a fierce night owl, his arms and wrists straight, his claws glowing with a metallic sheen, and he lunged at Zhou Lu's head with immense force.

In mid-air, his claws created countless afterimages.

Hong Xiuluo on the altar almost screamed in shock.

She recognized it; Ye Liuhuo was using the Ghost Shadow Clan's secret technique—Ghost Shadow Pupil.

This claw technique, honed and passed down through countless generations of Ghost Shadow Clan's strongmen, had unimaginable power. If an enemy underestimated it and dared to challenge it, the Ghost Shadow Pupil could transform from one to three, from three to nine, and from nine to countless devastating follow-up moves, torturing the enemy to death in despair.

Hong Xiuluo had once seen Ye Liuhuo use this move to claw a sixth-stage Tu Man Xin Jing leader to death.

She never expected that this obsessive man would hate the fat man so deeply that he would use his strongest technique right from the start.