At the bottom of the swamp, several cold hands suddenly grabbed Mingzhuo's feet and pulled her deeper into the swamp.

The more Mingzhuo moved, the faster she sank. The swamp gradually swallowed her legs, hands, and peach wood sword, and soon it would submerge her neck.

She seemed completely helpless, passively waiting to die.

The Lord of the Ghost Realm then appeared on the shore, admiring Ming Zhuo's face. "Don't worry, even if you die, I will have someone dig up your body and not let it rot like this."

Mingzhuo: "You're really dreaming. But you can only dream about it now, because you'll miss your chance soon. Come out!"

The peach wood sword suddenly cleaved open a crack and flew out, only to be caught by a pair of hands.

Mingzhuo was still covered in mud, but the air around her began to move rapidly, blowing through her hair. At that moment, her gaze was icy cold, as if a god of death had appeared in the world.

Then she slashed down with her sword.

The invisible sword energy surged and instantly obliterated all the surrounding ghostly figures.

In his terror, the Lord of the Ghost Realm desperately mustered all his strength to resist the sword. Countless ghostly hands tried to grasp the blade, but they were all cleaved into nothingness.

The sword finally struck the Lord of the Ghost Realm. The Lord of the Ghost Realm screamed and desperately turned to the side, narrowly avoiding a fatal blow.

Even so, half of his body was gone.

This sword strike was terrifyingly powerful!

The Lord of the Ghost Realm hurriedly turned and fled into the darkness. Just as Ming Zhuo was about to deliver the finishing blow, the surrounding air suddenly shifted, and a powerful aura that did not belong to the Ghost Realm appeared.

She looked up at the person who had arrived. The person landed slowly, with an elegant figure. Unlike the pretentious manner of the Lord of the Ghost Realm, the person exuded an ancient charm and nobility.

"It's you?" Mingzhuo raised his sword and pointed it at the other person. "Are you here to die too?"

Shen Ruodi: "Ayin, I have stopped killing innocent people."

Since the past is now wiped clean, he felt he could still offer his opinion.

Mingzhuo: "If you kill him, do you think you can escape the sword in my hand?"

Shen Ruodi sighed. Why were they still shouting for war?

“He’s already so badly injured, he won’t survive. You might as well leave him to me.” He simply stated his purpose directly.

Mingzhuo: "No, who knows what you're up to?"

Shen Ruodi smiled slightly, his eyes filled with dark mist: "I want to kill him with my own hands."

In that instant, he suddenly made his move; the surging black mist transformed into a hand and grabbed the Lord of the Ghost Realm by the neck.

The Lord of the Ghost Realm probably still held onto a sliver of hope, thinking that reinforcements had arrived, so he hid behind and to the side of Shen Ruodi.

Caught off guard and captured, he looked at Shen Ruodi with terror and begged for mercy: "I can give you this ghostly realm, and I will serve you as my master from now on. Please don't kill me..."

Shen Ruodi's eyes were dark, cold, and bloodthirsty. "What are you? How dare you covet Ayin?"

Lord of the Ghost Realm: "Who is Ah Yin?"

He looked at Mingzhuo and suddenly realized, "You like this human? I can give him to you..."

Before he could finish speaking, he screamed in agony.

The pain of having his soul torn apart almost drove him to the brink of collapse!

Ming Zhuo didn't understand where Shen Ruodi's anger came from. This was already a brutal killing. Although the Lord of the Ghost Realm had been entrenched in this building and had killed countless people, there was no need to go this far.

"If you're going to kill me, just do it quickly. This yelling is really noisy."

Shen Ruodi paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Ayin, I'm sorry, did I disturb you?"

The black mist swept the Ghost King into deeper darkness, crushing his soul and abruptly silencing his screams.

Mingzhuo: "Alright, now it's time to settle our scores. Shouldn't you hand over those clansmen you were protecting?"

Suddenly, a noise came from the direction of the elevator shaft, and Mingzhuo thrust his sword in that direction as well.

She had previously let Shen Ruodi kill the Lord of the Ghost Realm because she found the ugly thing too smelly and felt like she was about to vomit. Now, however, she didn't feel that same burden when she attacked Shen Ruodi.

Shen Ruodi had anticipated her attack and his figure swiftly drifted away, saying, "Goodbye, Ayin."

He glanced at Mingzhuo from afar; there were a few drops of mud on her cheeks, but unfortunately he couldn't wipe them off for her.

His figure disappeared into the darkness, and the terrifying aura vanished.

——

Tang Zhen and Cheng Jingru climbed the elevator rope and caught up to this floor.

"Be careful, there might be an ambush here," Cheng Jingru warned.

Tang Zhen nodded solemnly. Although he heard screams, he also sensed a powerful aura.

"We haven't heard from Advisor Ruan yet, so she should still be safe. We need to hurry up and catch up with her to help."

He was worried that Mingzhuo wouldn't stand a chance against the Lord of the Ghost Realm alone, so he suggested that Master Yuanhui guard the elevator while he came up to check. Unexpectedly, Cheng Jingru also volunteered to come along.

This made him look at Cheng Jingru with new respect. This was not like the previous missions; the danger level had increased significantly. The fact that Cheng Jingru could still perform like this showed that what happened before was not just for show.

The two had walked for a short while when they saw a figure approaching from the darkness.

Tang Zhen brought a flashlight and shone it on her. "Advisor Ruan?"

Cheng Jingru couldn't help but widen her eyes, "You're alright...that's great!"

Tang Zhen looked at the mud on Ming Zhuo's body, paused for a moment, and then asked, "Advisor Ruan, what happened to you...?"

"It's alright, we were just lured into a trap, but I did it to draw them out. Now that the Lord of the Ghost Realm is dead, let's break the barrier and get out."

Tang Zhen nodded and followed Ming Zhuo's steps back.

When they reached the stairwell, Mingzhuo pressed the elevator button and suddenly looked up at the floor number on the top of the elevator.

She seemed to realize something and smiled silently.

"Advisor Ruan, what are you looking at?" Tang Zhen asked, puzzled, and subconsciously followed Ming Zhuo's gaze. There was a number 4 on it.

"This is actually the fourth floor?" Tang Zhen was somewhat surprised.

Cheng Jingru finally realized what was happening, her eyes widening slightly as she looked at the floor number, and murmured, "No wonder in the trailer I was supposed to fall to my death from the fourth floor."

Tang Zhen had some doubts, but seeing that Cheng Jingru seemed completely unaware, his doubts were dispelled.

"Perhaps the fourth floor has a special meaning? Maybe the Lord of the Ghost Realm thinks that the number four sounds like the word for death, so he did it on purpose."

Anyone who has watched a few supernatural movies knows that certain special words, such as the numbers 4 and 13, are considered unlucky.

Although Tang Zhen thought these were all nonsense, not to mention 4, the idea that 13 was unlucky was a Western concept and an imported one.

Mingzhuo remained silent until the elevator doors opened with a ding, revealing the people inside looking at them with surprise.

At this moment, Mingzhuo suddenly spoke up, "By the way, what escape plan did the Lord of the Ghost Realm tell you?"

Cheng Jingru was caught off guard and couldn't answer for a moment.

The live stream camera faithfully captured the subtle changes on her face.

In the silence, Cheng Jingru gritted her teeth: "It said..."

"Could it be that you are the lucky one it actually chose?" Ming Zhuo asked before Cheng Jingru could speak.