"bump!"

The snake woman's entire body crashed heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Her graceful yet slightly eerie body trembled slightly, but she quickly and stubbornly got up.

All around was endless darkness, which pressed down on the space like a solidified silk, with no light able to penetrate it.

Chen Zhiqing appeared in the darkness, like the master of the night.

This is his divine realm—Eternal Night, in which he is the absolute king.

He stared at the snake woman with a gloomy expression, his eyes filled with disgust and disdain.

"A defective product is truly useless."

His icy voice seemed to come from the deepest hell, carrying a chilling stillness.

As he finished speaking, an invisible pressure swept out from his body, surging towards the snake woman like a raging wave.

The oppressive aura was like a sharp blade, cutting into the snake woman's body. She immediately felt as if her body was being pulled by countless large hands, and a tearing sensation spread from every inch of her skin to her entire body.

Her scales seemed to tremble under this oppressive force, and her snake eyes, which had been gleaming with an eerie light, were now filled with terror and pain.

She wanted to resist, but in the face of this powerful pressure, her strength was as insignificant as an ant.

Its body began to sway uncontrollably, its snake tail trembling, as if it would collapse again into the endless darkness at any moment, and could only wait in despair for Chen Zhiqing's further punishment or judgment.

"Where is the Lord of Jiuli?"

Chen Zhiqing's voice was like frost passing by, cold and piercing, echoing in the endless night. Every word was like a sharp ice spike piercing the snake woman.

The snake woman trembled, her winding tail swaying uneasily, making a soft "rustling" sound as it scraped against the ground.

"Hiss hiss hiss..."

She kept making screams, as if begging for mercy, or as if she was making sounds instinctively out of extreme fear.

Her snake-like eyes were filled with terror, and she curled up as much as possible, trying to avoid Chen Zhiqing's icy gaze.

However, Chen Zhiqing's patience was not that good. Suddenly, his head grew larger, and his originally normal facial features became distorted and terrifying in an instant.

He opened his blood-red maw, and a putrid, yet powerfully suctioning stench emanated from it.

(I can't imagine how I'll write about his kissing scenes later.)

Before the snake woman could react, he bit down on her, his sharp teeth easily piercing her body.

The snake woman struggled painfully, her tail thrashing wildly as she tried to escape from the enormous mouth, but all her efforts were in vain.

Chen Zhiqing swallowed the snake woman whole in one gulp, feeling her desperate, painful struggles in his throat as her writhing body thrashed about inside.

He, however, looked completely absorbed in the experience, his facial muscles twitching slightly with pleasure, his eyes filled with a perverse sense of satisfaction.

"You don't need to tell me, I will definitely find it."

A sinister look appeared on his face, a look as dark as the darkest shadow in the night, as if it could devour all life around him.

The snake woman's blood still lingered at the corner of his mouth, slowly sliding down his chin and dripping onto the ground, resembling blooming flowers of sin in the darkness.

He stood there like a demon crawling out of the abyss of hell, exuding a nauseating aura of death. His figure appeared even more terrifying and elusive in the endless night.

"Mother, how is she? Where did she go?"

Ma Hehua asked cautiously, her eyes wide open, her face full of worry and curiosity.

"How would I know where she went?"

She replied curtly, rolling her eyes.

"Snap..."

Suddenly, a crisp sound rang out.

"Mom, I think I stepped on something, and I feel like we're floating."

Ma Hehua looked bewildered, but her eyes held a hint of surprise. She kicked her legs wildly in mid-air, looking like a comical clown.

"Floating up? You idiot, you stepped on a trap! We're falling!"

Ma Linghua was so angry that her face turned red, and her voice rose several octaves. Her expression looked like she wanted to devour Ma Hehua alive.

Her hair was disheveled by the sudden turn of events, flying wildly in the air.

The group quickly fell into a hole.

As Ma Linghua poured the medicine, she cursed loudly, "You unlucky bastard, you're no good anymore! You're always so reckless, and now look what's happened, we're all going to be wiped clean."

Upon hearing this, Ma Hehua immediately retorted, "Mother, I didn't mean to! How could I see the mechanism in the dark?"

Her voice echoed in the cave, sounding very innocent.

It's impossible to clear their names; even if their strength were to pause in mid-air, it would still be considerable.

While stabilizing herself in mid-air, Ma Linghua gritted her teeth, her expression filled with rage.

However, the cave was pitch black, the darkness like a huge black curtain, completely covering everything.

The group of people felt as if they were trapped in a boundless black box, completely unable to see their surroundings.

At this moment, Ma Lihua drew her greatsword from her waist. As soon as the sword was drawn, it gleamed with golden light, its brilliant radiance like a sharp arrow tearing through the darkness, and the surrounding scene gradually came into view.

There were countless mummified corpses lying haphazardly on the ground, their postures varied wildly; some seemed to be struggling, while others appeared to be guarding something.

Countless gold and silver jewels lay on the ground, shimmering with a captivating luster under the light of the sword.

Rubies resemble burning flames, sapphires resemble deep lakes, and gold and silver artifacts radiate a dazzling brilliance.

The three people's eyes lit up instantly, as if two small flames had been ignited in them.

"Mom, we've struck it rich!"

Ma Hehua was incredibly excited. Her eyes narrowed into slits with laughter, and her mouth was wide open, almost drooling.

She eagerly reached out towards the pile of gold and silver jewelry, her body involuntarily leaning forward. If she hadn't been suspended in mid-air, she probably would have already dashed over.

Ma Linghua swallowed hard, her anger vanishing instantly, replaced by greed and surprise: "It really is true, we've really hit the jackpot this time."

Ma Lihua gripped the sword tightly, her eyes darting back and forth between the jewels and the mummified corpse. Although she was filled with excitement, she remained vigilant.

"Mother, Grandmother, don't panic. These mummies look a bit eerie. We need to be careful."

However, her words did not diminish Ma Hehua and Ma Linghua's excitement much; their eyes remained fixed on the pile of treasure.