Huang Wanrou coldly curled the corner of her mouth and threatened, "This is underground. If you don't obey, I'll have no choice but to kill you and cut off your hand. Then I'll take the bead out anyway."
Shi Lan froze, watching Huang Wanrou pull out a dagger that exuded a chilling aura from her bosom. She couldn't help but shrink her already thin arms.
Huang Wanrou's eyes flashed with malice as she slowly stepped forward. Shi Lan was forced to retreat repeatedly until her waist and hips pressed against a cold, hard object.
Shi Lan couldn't help but glance to the side and back. The male corpse lay quietly on its back with its eyes closed, as if it had just drifted into a sweet dream.
Huang Wanrou curled her lips coldly and continued to press forward. Shi Lan leaned against the edge of the stone coffin and dodged backward repeatedly.
At this point, Yao Jinpeng, who had been kind to Shi Lan all along, finally couldn't stand it anymore.
"Miss Huang has been in this business for quite some time now, so she should know that there are some things that cannot be touched. This Youth-Preserving Pearl might just be one of them. What exactly is Miss Huang up to by pressuring Miss Shi like this?"
Before Yao Jinpeng could finish speaking, Yao Jingping immediately yanked him hard.
Yao Jinpeng looked at Yao Jingping with a stubborn expression, his furrowed brows clearly showing his dissatisfaction with Yao Jingping's obstruction.
Huang Wanrou paused, turned to look at the group of people who all looked at her with varying degrees of disapproval, and said, “I don’t want anything here except the beads. I will cover all the expenses this time and give each of you an extra million as hush money.”
Huang Wanrou's conditions made Wang Haibo's eyes light up. He quickly calculated in his mind and then looked at Leng Qingyue.
Leng Qingyue understood that he was asking for his opinion, and immediately stated: "I came here with Wanrou. Everyone contributed a lot to get us in here. I'm just going through the motions. I don't want anything here."
Wang Haibo's face lit up with joy, and Zhou Yan's lips parted in a wide grin.
Old Man Yan remained expressionless, but after a moment's thought, he looked at Shi Lan and was about to speak when Yao Jingping tugged at his clothes from behind.
Old Man Yan glanced back at Yao Jingping, thought about the circumstances of the two of them over the years, sighed silently, and shook his head slightly.
Yao Jingping seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, a slight smile playing on his lips, but his large hand held tightly to Yao Jinpeng, who looked anxious and wanted to speak.
Shi Lan coldly observed the various expressions on their faces, and couldn't help but sneer inwardly.
Huang Wanrou also saw this scene, and a confident smile appeared on her pretty and sweet face. "Alright, since no one has any objections, let's wait for Shi Lan to take out the beads before we continue taking things."
As she spoke, she threateningly thrust the knife forward, the cold, sharp blade immediately piercing through Shi Lan's already thin clothes.
Feeling threatened with death, Shi Lan raised her hands in a helpless gesture and said, "Fine, I'll take it, I'll take it, okay?"
As she spoke, she turned around and extended her slender white fingers toward the man's bright red lips, which resembled flames.
Huang Wanrou tilted her head, watching Shi Lan's movements, and with her other hand, she pulled out an inconspicuous little black bag from her pocket.
While silently reciting the Chaos Mantra, the effectiveness of which was uncertain, Shi Lan gently pried open the male corpse's jaw.
The man obediently opened his mouth, and between his two rows of neat, white teeth, the black bead gleamed faintly.
Shi Lan was slightly taken aback, thinking that this bead was very similar to those stones that would change color when placed on a stone platform.
Shi Lan was puzzled. Those stones were all hidden in the souls of the people who made the wishes. Could it be that some of those stones were stored outside?
Shi Lan muttered to herself, her fingers still gently supporting the male corpse's chin, while her other hand slowly picked up the bead.
Suddenly, the bead shone with a bright green light, and Shi Lan's heart skipped a beat. She immediately realized that this was the stone she had obtained from completing a mission.
When Huang Wanrou saw the bead emitting a green light, a look of joy immediately appeared on her face, and a hint of ruthlessness and pleasure, which she herself did not realize, appeared on the corner of her mouth.
"Quickly put it in this bag," Huang Wanrou said anxiously, opening the bag and handing it to Shi Lan.
Shi Lan turned to look at Huang Wanrou and suddenly gave a strange smile.
Huang Wanrou froze, immediately realizing something was wrong, and instinctively thrust the dagger forward.
Shi Lan clenched her fists, and a flash of emerald light appeared. Before the light could dissipate, it had already disappeared. Then, she used the fastest speed she could muster to dodge to the side.
With a clang, the sound of a dagger striking a stone rang out. Huang Wanrou, whose stab had missed, glared fiercely at Shi Lan.
"This place is only so big. If you know what's good for you, hand over the stones quickly, or I won't be so polite to you," Huang Wanrou's cold words were like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, sending chills down one's spine.
Shi Lan seemed not to hear, and immediately flashed to the southeast corner where the candle was placed, her slender white fingers quickly groping along the stone wall.
As Huang Wanrou ran towards Shi Lan, she glanced at Leng Qingyue and gestured for him to intercept her. However, she saw Leng Qingyue staring blankly at Shi Lan, who was jumping around like a monkey.
"Immortal Lord Lan, is that you? I am Divine Lord Qingyue, do you remember me?" Leng Qingyue was stunned for a few seconds before finally coming to her senses and becoming emotional.
Shi Lan glanced at him as if he were an idiot, then turned her head and continued to touch the lifelike zombie carved on the wall.
Seeing Leng Qingyue's infatuated expression, Huang Wanrou gritted her teeth in hatred and took a step forward to kill Shi Lan.
Leng Qingyue quickly stepped in front of Huang Wanrou, stopping her advance. "What do you want to do?"
"What do you think I'm going to do?" Huang Wanrou glared at him fiercely, her face unable to hide her sadness.
Leng Qingyue snatched Huang Wanrou's dagger and stretched out his long arm to firmly block Shi Lan. "Immortal Lord Wanrou, she is your friend."
“That stone is not my friend at all,” Huang Wanrou said, her face contorted with rage, unable to contain her emotions. “Wake up, that cold-hearted stone is long dead. It was struck by lightning thousands of years ago and reduced to ashes.”
Leng Qingyue glanced at her coldly, unmoved. Her former gentleness had turned into a frosty indifference. "No, she is not dead, otherwise you would not have gone to such lengths to collect her true form."
Huang Wanrou paused, then remained silent.
Everyone was stunned by the sudden turn of events and had no idea what was going on.
The tomb was silent for a few seconds. Wang Haibo, with an attitude of indifference, continued to move the items in the coffin. Several items were pressed under the male corpse, and he even moved them without any regard for the fact that he pulled out the jade pendant and other items that had been pressed down.
Seeing Wang Haibo's greedy look, Old Man Yan shook his head and subconsciously looked at the candles he had set aside.
The southeast corner was dimly lit, and the faint candlelight that had once been there had quietly gone out. Standing two steps away from the candle were Huang Wanrou and Leng Qingyue, locked in a stalemate.
"Stop," Old Man Yan's sudden words startled Yao Jingping, who was clutching a small pot inlaid with jade in his hands. Yao Jinpeng, on the other hand, obediently put down what he was holding and took a step back.
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