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"Really? Then I should have been torn to pieces long ago." He then turned his gaze to Ouyang Bingbing. "'Round Moon,' do you still remember 'The Snowy Mountain Fox'?"

Ouyang Bingbing was stunned for a moment, then angrily retorted, "You, you are 'Snow Mountain Flying Fox'?"

Leng Ruofeng suddenly understood, "So you're the one who insulted Ouyang Bingbing?"

"Haha..." Lu Xiaoming continued to laugh like a beast. "That's right, I told you long ago, I arranged all of this. Little beauty, you're feeling good, huh? Hahaha..."

"You!" Leng Ruofeng roared and punched Lu Xiaoming hard in the face. He wished he could devour him alive. Ouyang Bingbing, standing to the side, was also screaming and roaring.

Caught off guard, Lu Xiaoming dodged, but was still struck in the cheek by Leng Ruofeng's punch, blood trickling from his mouth. Lu Xiaoming wiped the blood from his mouth, looked at Leng Ruofeng, seemingly unperturbed, but then said fiercely, "I'm not in the mood for these childish games with you. You watch!" He pointed to the relief of the demon's face in the tomb, "Today is an extremely yin day. Combined with the blood of those twelve boys, the blood for the ritual is sufficient. Now I will use your virgin blood to break the blood curse seal on the tomb. Listen..." Lu Xiaoming explained the method to Leng Ruofeng. Ultimately, he had to silently have his blood drained at the bloody opening of the tomb to break the blood curse. The price was simple: his life. Then Lu Xiaoming said, "If you do as I say, I can release Ouyang Bingbing and Liu Wen. Otherwise, you can watch them die tragically in front of you." Then, he added calmly, "Judging from your relationship with Ouyang Bingbing in Guilin, I believe you won't sacrifice her."

"You! You are truly despicable. If I have the chance, I will definitely kill you!" Leng Ruofeng roared in exasperation.

"Alright, so what if I'm despicable? Humph! What's the point of saying all this? Don't waste your time," Lu Xiaoming said.

“Actually, I was already prepared to die when I came here.” Leng Ruofeng’s tone became deep. As he spoke, he looked at Ouyang Bingbing, “Ouyang Bingbing is very important to me. Remember your promise, otherwise I will haunt you even as a ghost.” With that, he fixed his gaze on Lu Xiaoming.

"Good, that's truly admirable. Sacrificing yourself for your lover and friends isn't my principle, but I admire it. I promise you. You can die in peace now," Lu Xiaoming said with some delight.

"No, no, don't believe him, you can't die!" Ouyang Bingbing shouted loudly from the side, her neck being choked by Zhu Zhu.

"But before I die, I want to know the whole story," Leng Ruofeng said calmly, glancing at Ouyang Bingbing.

"Alright, I'll let you die knowing why." Lu Xiaoming stroked his mustache and continued, "This plan started a long time ago. I've had this domino on me since I was born." As he spoke, he pulled out the domino that had been soaked in blood countless times in recent days. “But my parents died in a car accident right after I was born. I grew up in an orphanage and was often bullied. I vowed then and there to make something of myself and not be bullied anymore. I could only study hard in silence and finally had the opportunity to go to university and become a computer expert. But I found that this was not enough, because I was just a computer whiz and had no authority to speak of. I could only do software and design for some random companies.” He smiled slightly as he said this. “Because I never knew the secret of the dominoes, I was very curious. People said it seemed to be related to metaphysics, so I often looked up some metaphysical materials, but I never found anything. Fortunately, by chance, while helping Liu Wen solve the case, I accidentally found the book ‘Mysterious Manor’. I was incredibly surprised but also very happy. I secretly took the book away and quietly destroyed all the other related books and materials.”

[10] Extremely Yin Land

"The missing pages in that book, 'The History of a Noble Family in Retro Style,' were taken by you, weren't they?" Leng Ruofeng interrupted Lu Xiaoming.

"That's right, I took it. You haven't finished reading the book 'Mysterious Manor,' have you? It records detailed things about the manor, dominoes, tombs, and so on, although much of the content is based on later analysis. Because of this, I also learned about its demonic nature. I think my parents were killed by it. The book also mentions that this extremely evil thing has certain patterns, including the deaths of my parents. Through my own research, I have a preliminary grasp of the patterns of the dominoes, and so far I have not been harmed by its demonic nature, but when I have children, it is very likely that the day I will be harmed by it. Therefore, I must do my best to break the magic of the dominoes in order to protect myself. The origin of the dominoes lies in the long-suppressed spirit of my great-grandmother Yinglian. The harm she suffered was too deep, and the grievances were too heavy. Only the blood of irresponsible men like Lu Zijun can soothe her."

"To protect yourself, you didn't hesitate to plot and harm so many unrelated people?" Leng Ruofeng questioned.

"As the saying goes, 'Every man for himself, or the world will destroy him.' Zhu Zhu was my first choice. Calling her 'person' might not be appropriate; she is a vengeful ghost filled with resentment. She desires revenge, and I can use her revenge to achieve my goals—a win-win situation. Therefore, she became my loyal helper. Next, it's..."

“It’s Ouyang Bingbing, isn’t it!” Leng Ruofeng retorted indignantly.

“That’s right. Today’s society is a materialistic society. More and more people only know how to pursue high-quality material desires in life, and have lost their fundamental moral principles. Especially the younger generation, they only care about enjoyment, do not strive for progress, and are cowardly and ignorant. How many promising young men and women blindly pursue the so-called meaning of life and engage in so-called one-night stands. For me, these are the perfect premise and conditions for using the Internet to find prey,” Lu Xiaoming said.

"Hmph, you're right. For a computer expert like you, the internet is undoubtedly the best choice. So, was the choice of a man born on June 6th simply because he shares the same birthday as Lu Zijun, to cater to Yinglian's wishes?" Leng Ruofeng asked.

“That’s right. Including revealing the identities of all the dead to the outside world as much as possible is also to show the world the ugliness of these men, for Yinglian, and in accordance with Zhuzhu’s wishes.” Lu Xiaoming lowered his head slightly and continued, “But I just happened to run into you. Because of your appearance, my plan was ruined. If that bitch Ouyang Bingbing hadn’t let you go, the time I carefully set for the blood sacrifice wouldn’t have been delayed, and perhaps we wouldn’t have had to wait until this extremely yin full moon night to take action.”

"Shut up! Ouyang Bingbing is all your fault!" Leng Ruofeng said angrily.

"Haha, that's right, I'm the one who ruined Ouyang Bingbing. I needed such a role, so I specially arranged her fate." Looking at the furious Leng Ruofeng, Lu Xiaoming continued calmly, "But by some twist of fate, I actually discovered you, this heaven-sent beauty."

"What did you say was a divinely bestowed beauty?" Leng Ruofeng asked.

"You still vividly remember the car accident and the sofa incident, right? I had Zhu Zhu do it because he couldn't kill you, a virgin, directly, so he had to use this method. What's infuriating is that Ouyang Bingbing ruined it both times. But it was precisely because you didn't die that I was able to find your extremely yin blood in the police station's archives that day."

Leng Ruofeng suddenly recalled the moment he cut his finger in the history museum, "My blood..."

“That’s right. Your blood is extremely Yin. When you drop a drop of wood into it, it instantly seeps in, expelling Yang energy and entering Yin. I was overjoyed at the time. Your blood was the most suitable to open the blood curse on my grave,” Lu Xiaoming said.

"You insisted on coming up the mountain with me to survey the terrain that day on purpose?"

"That's right, it was intentional, including the injury to my leg. That day, I planned to use your blood to open the Blood Curse Gate on the night of the full moon, but Zhu Zhu's sister ruined it. You're really lucky."

"Then why did you give me a talisman that day? If it weren't for it, I might not have been able to escape the second time I went up the mountain," Leng Ruofeng asked doubtfully.

"A talisman? Hmph, you can only blame your good fortune. Although that talisman has power, it is very weak and cannot deal with Zhu Zhu at all. I only gave it to you to make a show of it."

"So?"

"I told you it was your good fortune. I didn't expect that you didn't use it at the time, but you've been carrying it with you ever since. The talisman absorbed your virgin Yin energy, which actually increased your magical power, so you were saved. However, even without the talisman, you wouldn't have died that time, because your death must be timed. And that day you just accidentally stumbled in, so it wasn't suitable for the blood sacrifice curse. I don't know why, but you're always involved in all of this. Perhaps it's just the guidance of your own unique Yin energy. I can't help but marvel at your birth date."

"Birthday, humph! What meaning does my birthday have other than being used by you? Didn't you still kill more than a dozen people?" Leng Ruofeng asked angrily.

"Yes, I killed more than a dozen people, which further proves that I am a genius. On Tongniu Ridge, except for one virgin who was lucky enough to survive, everyone else became my sacrifice."

"A genius? So, you were the one who planned and executed the summer camp ads online?" Leng Ruofeng asked in surprise.

"That's right, with just a little trick, I fooled you all. Don't you think I'm a genius?" Lu Xiaoming said arrogantly. Suddenly, Lu Xiaoming's expression changed: "Alright, you know what you need to know. Now, you should do what you're supposed to do!"

Leng Ruofeng's heart jolted. He raised his head, glanced at the still-grotesque demon relief before the tomb, sighed deeply, and then walked step by step into the tomb.

"No..." Ouyang Bingbing cried out in despair. Leng Ruofeng merely glanced at her, his steps continuing rhythmically, as if it were his predetermined destiny.

"Don't move!" A familiar voice rang out behind Leng Ruofeng. It was... Liu Wen's voice. Leng Ruofeng turned around abruptly, only to see Liu Wen and several policemen standing up, their guns pointed at Lu Xiaoming. Leng Ruofeng and Lu Xiaoming were both stunned.

"Didn't expect that, did you, Lu Xiaoming? The devil is always one step ahead of the saint. Don't think you're the only smart one. I've recorded everything you just said. Now you can stay silent and come back to the police station with me."

"You, you all..." Leng Ruofeng stammered, looking at Liu Wen and the others' seemingly miraculous recovery.

"Hmph! Actually, after 12 people died on Tongniu Ridge, I began to suspect you, Lu Xiaoming, although I had no evidence. But the deaths of these people have always bothered me. As a police officer, I failed to stop such killings, and I feel guilty for my negligence. So I asked someone to get amulets for us in advance to deal with you demons and monsters. And now, I'm going to seek justice for my dereliction of duty."

"Haha," Lu Xiaoming sneered, seemingly unsurprised by Liu Wen and the others waking up. "Seeking justice? Liu Wen, have you forgotten who you're dealing with?"

As they were speaking, Zhu Zhu leaped into the air, stretching out her arms about ten meters from Liu Wen and the others. Her loose hair gradually grew longer, appearing like thousands of demonic claws emerging in the cold moonlight. The moonlight was gradually swallowed by these claws, and the surroundings darkened, like a summons from hell. Suddenly, countless demonic claws attacked them. Before Leng Ruofeng could even cry out, in the blink of an eye, "Bang, bang, bang..." a series of gunshots rang out, followed by a miserable scream. The darkness vanished, and Zhu Zhu plummeted to the ground, her body riddled with holes the size of gunshot wounds emitting golden light. Zhu Zhu struggled amidst her heart-wrenching screams, slowly collapsing, and finally, slowly disappearing.

Just as Leng Ruofeng was puzzled, Liu Wen spoke up: "Lu Xiaoming, do you understand now? Our bullets have been specially treated under expert guidance. Your Zhuzhu is no longer there. Everything has its counter, and evil can never prevail over good. You might as well surrender!"

Lu Xiaoming stood before the tombstone, head slightly bowed, and softly said, "Is that so?" Then, he slowly raised his head and said coldly, "Do you know where you are right now?"

Lu Xiaoming's eyes emitted a chilling light; a single glance was enough to send shivers down one's spine. That gaze... was exactly the same as the wizard's gaze that last appeared in his nightmare that day—exactly the same. Leng Ruofeng felt a chill run through his entire body.

"Ah..." A series of painful screams and groans suddenly came from behind. Leng Ruofeng immediately turned around and saw Liu Wen and the others slowly collapsing to the ground, their bodies convulsing in agony. Liu Wen stared wide-eyed at Leng Ruofeng, trying to say something but unable to utter a sound. Their expressions grew increasingly agonizing, contorting into grotesque shapes; blood began to flow from their eyes, nostrils, and mouths, and their bodies rapidly decomposed. In less than a minute, the group had turned into a pile of minced meat. Leng Ruofeng watched helplessly as this scene unfolded and ended, his body gradually going numb. This was not only a horrifying and disgusting sight, but also a terrifying experience that shook the depths of his soul. He was completely stunned, silently and motionless, watching this sudden and gruesome scene unfold.

“You are underground now,” Lu Xiaoming said softly, his tone and expression unchanged.

But Liu Wen and the others could no longer hear it; in that instant, they could no longer hear it. Several elites from the Public Security Bureau had vanished forever in such a terrible way; several families that were possibly happy and fulfilling had been shattered for no reason.

However, Lu Xiaoming's words startled Leng Ruofeng. "What did you say? Underground?" Leng Ruofeng asked, trembling.

“Yes, it’s underground. This tomb has long been buried by time. We are now in a special space due to the influence of magic, or rather, in another form of tomb. This is an extremely yin place. Ordinary amulets won’t last long here before their magic disappears completely,” Lu Xiaoming replied calmly.

"You?" Leng Ruofeng's body trembled uncontrollably as he stammered, "No wonder. So Liu Wen and the others..."

"Ah, Ruofeng..." Just then, a hoarse groan came from Ouyang Bingbing's ear. Leng Ruofeng immediately looked in the direction of the sound and saw Ouyang Bingbing, who was no longer being held hostage by Zhu Zhu, lying half-paralyzed on the ground next to the tomb, struggling to support herself with her hands.

"Bingbing!" Leng Ruofeng called out as he ran towards Ouyang Bingbing.

"Don't get excited, she may never be able to speak again," Lu Xiaoming said coldly from the side.

Leng Ruofeng stopped and stared fiercely at Lu Xiaoming. "What did you say?"

“This is an extremely yin place. Ordinary people cannot stay here for long. If you cannot leave soon, Ouyang Bingbing will soon suffer the same fate as Liu Wen and the others. I control the yin energy here. If you want to save her, you know what you should do, right?” Lu Xiaoming looked into Leng Ruofeng’s eyes and said sternly.

"Alright! I understand." Leng Ruofeng lowered his head, and after only a few seconds of contemplation, he had made up his mind. As he spoke, his gaze shifted to the demon relief on the tomb.

"No, Ruofeng, don't! I'm not worth it. Even if you shed your own blood, Lu Xiaoming won't keep his promise. No, don't come this way, don't..." Ouyang Bingbing tried to open her eyes wide and shouted weakly at Leng Ruofeng.

"Bingbing, there are some things I've always wanted to say, but I'm a very reserved person, and I always find it hard to say the crucial things. For me, what is precious will always be the most precious thing in my heart, and it won't change because of external factors. But now, I don't want to say anything anymore. If there is an afterlife, let's cherish each other. But now, this is my only choice." Leng Ruofeng said calmly as he slowly walked towards the tomb.

A sly smile flickered across Lu Xiaoming's lips as he silently observed everything with an emotionless gaze, seemingly waiting for a historic moment to arrive.

[11] Virgin Blood and Tears

"Ruofeng, you're right. Let's make the most of our next life!" Ouyang Bingbing suddenly stood up, seemingly using her last bit of strength, and shouted loudly to Leng Ruofeng with a smile.

Both Leng Ruofeng and Lu Xiaoming were stunned. Leng Ruofeng immediately realized what was happening. However, it was too late. Ouyang Bingbing had already used all her strength to slam her head against the stone cover in front of the tomb, and her body stiffened as she fell to the ground.

"Bingbing!" Leng Ruofeng cried out as he rushed towards Ouyang Bingbing, crouching down to help her up. Ouyang Bingbing was on the verge of death, bright red blood streaming down her cheeks—not just blood, but also tears, tears of happiness and regret intertwined. "Bingbing, why did you do this? How could you be so foolish? You shouldn't have come back in the first place. I'm sorry, I'm useless, I can't save you..." Leng Ruofeng trembled as he held Ouyang Bingbing, his eyes gradually glistening in the moonlight, dazzling like diamonds, reflecting into Ouyang Bingbing's deep and clear soul.

“No, Ruofeng…it’s not your fault. It was Lu…Lu Xiaoming who tricked me into coming back. Actually, even if he hadn’t lied to me, I would have come back anyway. This…this is my destiny.” Ouyang Bingbing spoke weakly and haltingly, her expression always a happy smile. “I know someone who can save me…I can…understand your eyes. You don’t believe…Lu Xiaoming, but you want to…sprinkle your blood all over my body when the blood curse is broken, right? That way…it will protect me, right?”

"Bingbing?" Leng Ruofeng stared at Ouyang Bingbing in astonishment. Only now did he understand why he had always felt a special connection to her. He had been searching for a kindred spirit, someone with whom he shared common interests and ideals, and this person was none other than Ouyang Bingbing, who could understand the depths of his heart with just a glance. Leng Ruofeng gazed intently at Bingbing in his arms. At this moment, the pain was indescribable; he felt his heart and soul slowly crumbling and dying along with Ouyang Bingbing's waning breath.

Suddenly, Leng Ruofeng heard a strange sound right beside him. Turning his head, he was shocked. The blood that Ouyang Bingbing had just spilled onto the tomb's stone lid was being sucked into the mouth of the demonic face relief sculpture at the front of the tomb. "Could it be? How could this be..." Leng Ruofeng, still holding Ouyang Bingbing, quickly took a few steps back.

At this moment, Lu Xiaoming also wore a bewildered expression. He didn't understand why the tomb would suck women's blood.

Then, a strange change occurred in the tomb. A halo slowly emanated from the dim stone lid, and a white gas, whether smoke or mist, began to rise. A tremor ran through the earth; Leng Ruofeng felt the ground tremble slightly. Accompanying the tremor was an inexplicable force that surged outwards, including through Leng Ruofeng's body. This invisible force made it almost impossible for him to stand, and he could feel it growing stronger.

"Hahaha... My holy ancestor, your descendant Lu Zijun welcomes your resurrection!" Lu Xiaoming suddenly spoke, shouting loudly. He then knelt down in front of the grave, staring directly into the tomb with an unusual gaze.

"Holy Ancestor, resurrection? Could it be that all of this is for the purpose of resurrecting Yinglian?" Leng Ruofeng thought in astonishment.

The inexplicable force around them grew stronger, and the stone lid of the tomb slowly unfolded like a lotus flower. A dazzling white light emanated from within the tomb, forcing Leng Ruofeng to immediately cover his eyes. When he tried to look again, the interior of the five-meter square tomb was surprisingly luxurious. The walls were made of glazed tiles, and in the center was a crystal-clear coffin. The coffin was surrounded by lotus flowers carved from white jade. Inside the coffin, a woman dressed in white lay quietly on her back. Although there was some distance between them, it seemed that the woman was not dead, but rather resting.

What was going on? Not only was Leng Ruofeng puzzled, but even Lu Xiaoming was unclear. How could the blood curse, which should have been broken only by the blood of a virgin, have changed so drastically because of Ouyang Bingbing's blood? However, Lu Xiaoming was certain of one thing: the blood curse had been broken, Yinglian was about to be resurrected, and his plan was about to succeed.

Leng Ruofeng held Ouyang Bingbing tightly, the night wind ruffling his hair, much like the wind ruffling his heart, which was torn between life and death. What awaited him after this series of legendary changes?

"Descendant Lu Xiaoming here respectfully welcomes the Holy Ancestor's rebirth! Descendant Lu Xiaoming here respectfully welcomes the Holy Ancestor's rebirth! Descendant Lu Xiaoming here respectfully welcomes the Holy Ancestor's rebirth!" Lu Xiaoming knelt on the ground with apparent piety, holding the domino in his hand, repeating the same sentence three times.

A series of cracking sounds rang out as Yinglian, inside the crystal coffin, burst through the opening and soared into the air, then slowly and steadily landed on the ground. It all happened so suddenly that Leng Ruofeng hadn't even had time to react. At that moment, he saw clearly that Yinglian, standing not far away, was incredibly beautiful. Her snow-white dress perfectly accentuated her figure, and the Ming Dynasty attire further highlighted the elegance and refined air of this ancient woman. However, her eyes were cold and devoid of emotion, seemingly reenacting the expression of when he had been cruelly persecuted, making her increasingly frightening to behold.

Yinglian's resurrection surprised Leng Ruofeng, but her current demeanor also struck Lu Xiaoming as odd. Even if the hatred from the past remained, her current expression should at least convey a sense of rebirth.

Lu Xiaoming stood up and slowly walked to Yinglian's side. "This humble one, Lu Xiaoming, is here..."

"Ah!" Lu Xiaoming cried out in agony before collapsing to the ground. Almost unable to speak, Lu Xiaoming stared blankly at Yinglian's bloodied hand, which had just pierced his chest, his face filled with confusion. This same confusion was equally incomprehensible to Leng Ruofeng. What had happened? What had transpired?

Yinglian's expression remained unchanged, cold and sorrowful, as she stared directly at Lu Xiaoming.

"Senior, you..." Leng Ruofeng blurted out, but then, realizing he didn't know what to say, he swallowed the words back.

"Hahaha... Hahaha..." Yinglian suddenly burst into a mournful laugh. After the laughter subsided, she coldly glanced at Lu Xiaoming; then, she turned to look at Leng Ruofeng and Ouyang Bingbing in his arms. With a flick of her sleeve, her body slowly rose, higher and higher, until her poignant figure finally disappeared into the vast moonlit night.

The full moon still emitted its chilling white light, illuminating this vast, boundless place. All around grew quiet, save for the whistling of the night wind.

"Why...why?" Lu Xiaoming, who was lying on the ground, finally managed to speak.

All of this happened so suddenly. Leng Ruofeng lowered his head and pondered for a moment. He carefully put Ouyang Bingbing down, walked to the side of the tomb, and carefully looked at the layout inside. He slowly said, "Hmph! Why? The reason is simple. Yinglian was once used by her beloved husband to harm her own father and fellow countrymen. At that time, she was already utterly despondent. Now, many years later, her own descendants have once again poisoned the innocent, and their actions are extremely despicable." As he said this, Lu Xiaoming tried to give Leng Ruofeng a look. Leng Ruofeng glanced at him and continued, "You killed so many people just to eliminate the dominoes' demonic power and save yourself? No, you used the blood of those born on June 6th as a sacrifice to obtain the yin energy of those born on that day. You weren't eliminating the dominoes' demonic power at all; you were intentionally increasing its power to revive Yinglian. And the only purpose of reviving Yinglian was to inherit and perpetuate this demonic power from her, to achieve your endless ambition and goals. These things are clearly written in 'Mysterious Manor.' Although I didn't read it carefully, I did see this part. I believe you've already mastered the method of obtaining demonic power from Yinglian quite well."

"Ah..." Lu Xiaoming's body twitched, and he groaned in pain.

"Am I right? Yinglian may harbor endless grievances, but she is, after all, the daughter of Prince Fengzhan. She understands reason, she knows what is good and what is evil. Your biggest mistake lies here: don't assume everyone is as unable to distinguish right from wrong as you. What confines her to her grave is not her grievances, but the countless wronged souls caused by Lu Zijun's beastly acts. The blood you offered as a sacrifice was not given to Yinglian; she didn't need it at all. The reason Bingbing's blood could break the blood curse was because her sincere blood moved those wronged souls who had died," Leng Ruofeng said sternly.

"Cough... cough..." Lu Xiaoming seemed to be touched and couldn't help but cough a few times with difficulty.

"Hmph..." Leng Ruofeng chuckled coldly. He pointed to Yinglian's grave, "Take a look. This grave was built according to Lu Zijun's wishes. Although it's ornately decorated, it's not meant to express his love for Yinglian. Think about it carefully, and you'll know how Yinglian died. There's even a demon relief directly in front of the grave—this shows no love whatsoever, but rather a male's possessive lust for his own possession. That's why Yinglian broke through this seemingly luxurious crystal coffin."

At this point, Leng Ruofeng lowered his head and said calmly, "You are Yinglian's descendant. She was disappointed and heartbroken by you, which is why she treated you this way. If I'm not mistaken, your injuries shouldn't be too serious; you should be able to be saved at the hospital. Alas! Poor Yinglian. She can no longer take revenge, and no one will. Your selfish desires led to her rebirth, which will only cause her more pain in the end. She was a kind soul, and now her whereabouts are unknown. I hope she can find her place."

"You...you guessed a lot of things long ago? Cough...cough..." Lu Xiaoming asked in a very weak voice.

“That’s right, I’ve guessed many things long ago, but there are some things I was still quite confused about. The reason I pretended to be completely clueless in front of you was to keep an eye on you and give myself more room to maneuver in order to save Bingbing and myself. You always think too highly of yourself, but you’re the most foolish one! You’ve schemed and plotted, but you almost lost your own life. I really want to tear you to pieces, but I’m not you. Just wait for the law to punish you!”

After Leng Ruofeng finished speaking, Lu Xiaoming was coughing uncontrollably. How could the usually arrogant Lu Xiaoming withstand such a shock? Seeing blood continuously flowing from Lu Xiaoming's chest, he glanced at the unconscious Ouyang Bingbing beside him and said in a pleading tone, "We can talk about other things later. First, find a way to get me out of here. I need to take you and Ouyang Bingbing to the hospital."

Lu Xiaoming coughed twice more, shook his head, and fell silent. Whether Lu Xiaoming knew how to break the illusion but chose not to, or whether he was simply incapable of overcoming the demonic barrier, Leng Ruofeng knew she could no longer rely on him. But, were they just going to wait to die like this? Leng Ruofeng pulled Ouyang Bingbing back into her arms, looked at the bloodstains on her cheek, and whispered, "If we can't get out, then let's die together like this."

A tear fell onto Leng Ruofeng's hand; it was a tear stained with blood. Was it a coincidence, or was it a response from Ouyang Bingbing, who could still sense her own feelings?

"That's it, blood!" Leng Ruofeng exclaimed, seemingly suddenly realizing something, his expression filled with excitement. He quickly retrieved the dominoes from Lu Xiaoming's body. Speaking to the dominoes, he said, "It all started with you, and now it's your turn to end it!" He then bit his finger, drawing blood that instantly dripped onto the dominoes. "Let me end this tragedy with my virgin blood," Leng Ruofeng said as the blood dripped. The blood seeped into the dominoes, quickly turning them the color of blood. Just as the last spot on the dominoes was stained crimson, a miracle occurred. Leng Ruofeng felt the same tingling sensation as before; he knew he would soon leave the illusion and be able to save Ouyang Bingbing.