110 Senior Brother's food is even better.
"Not bad at all, a stack of silver notes, probably worth over thirty thousand. A small bag of gold leaves. This is even more valuable!" Then he frantically rummaged in front of his chest, as if venting his anger.
Suddenly, he produced a one-inch-tall, exquisitely crafted snake sculpture. This snake had nine heads, incredibly lifelike! Six pairs of sharp claws and six pairs of wings on its back! Its face was indeed exceptionally handsome, comparable to Pan An. Guilin was extremely envious.
At that moment, Guilin looked closely and when he saw the snake's eyes, he was involuntarily captivated.
Suddenly, it felt like being in an incomparably magnificent palace. The floor was paved with gold, and the walls were made of jade. On the walls hung swords, as well as flying swords. There was a luxurious crystal bed.
On the large bed, several beauties were waiting for him. They wore very little clothing, barely covering their skin, revealing long, slender, fair-skinned figures—the perfect goddesses in his eyes, gazing at him with tender, loving eyes.
In the center of the palace stood a stunningly beautiful woman, dressed in a thin, transparent silk veil inlaid with gold and jade, incomparably magnificent, and wearing a crown. If one looked closely, one could see nine snake heads on the crown.
He then spoke, 'Kneel before me, and you will be my king. All this gold, jewels, beauties, and swords are yours.'
At that moment, Guilin, hearing such a simple request, and receiving so much in return, immediately prostrated himself in worship. His head pounded so hard it resounded! Blood flowed onto the statue, yet he was completely unaware!
While bowing, he glanced at the beautiful women on the throne, who now appeared to be two beauties from the Qi Alliance. Then they seemed to be two peerless beauties beside He Chen.
He unconsciously murmured, 'Mine, mine, all mine. Everything is mine. No one can take it away from me.'
Qiu An, standing nearby, saw Guilin bowing his head repeatedly. Because the statue was small, Guilin was holding it in his hands. At first glance, Qiu An didn't see clearly and thought Guilin was venting his anger.
Seeing the blood flowing out, he shouted, "Guilin, wake up! That's enough. Your master is dead; don't be so sad."
The sudden sound startled Guilin awake. He quickly maintained his kneeling posture and tucked the statue into his arms. A final, alluring voice whispered in his ear, 'My king, kill them all. You will become stronger. We've been waiting for you!'
In Guilin's eyes, the nine-headed snake vanished instantly. He slowly stood up, a mechanical smile playing on his lips, a forced grin, and said to Qiu An, "It's nothing, I was just a little nervous."
Those two damned witches are finally dead. Look, here are some silver notes; we can use them to compensate the people who were captured later.
He paused, then added, "If we rebuild the manor, and these people stay, this money will be very useful."
After saying this, he suddenly felt that his foot no longer hurt, and the wound on it had actually healed. Thinking of the miraculous event he had just experienced, and then of the fiery scene inside his palace, he was suddenly filled with a burning passion and a strange feeling.
'Kill them?' He shook his head, banishing the unwanted presence, and quickly went to another woman's side. At this moment, he no longer cared about the horror of the corpses on the ground. He carefully searched them, but found nothing on them!
The statue on its chest was shattered, cut in two with a single stroke. Seeing such an exquisite statue severed, Guilin, unaware of the reason, was instantly enraged.
'How dare they cut it off! They deserve to die! They deserve to die!' His fingers suddenly transformed into sharp claws, and he seemed to lose control for a moment. Fortunately, he quickly regained his composure. But Guilin seemed not to have sensed the change at all.
After a careful search, finally, a delicate little bag was found, mysteriously engraved with a mandarin duck pattern. Upon closer inspection, it was a secret bag!
"I'm rich!" he thought to himself, then quickly put away the Qiankun bag.
They organized the group, piled up the corpses on the ground, and then slowly prepared to burn them.
Guilin and Qiu'an split up and searched in different directions. Guilin came to a secluded servants' quarters to see if there were any survivors. The further they went in, the more chaotic it became, with tattered clothes and overturned stools on the ground.
They arrived at a woodshed, which was piled high with firewood. Usually, these were places where the disciples who performed menial tasks came. Those who had achieved some level of cultivation would not do such things.
Looking around at the quiet surroundings, he figured no one was there, but he still called out, "Is anyone there? I've come to rescue you. The evil spirits have been eliminated."
After waiting a while, no one answered. Just as I was about to leave, suddenly, there was a 'thud' as dry firewood fell to the ground.
Then a weak voice came. "Sir, is it true?" A slightly fat figure struggled to squeeze out from the pile of firewood.
"Of course it's true. The evil spirit has been eliminated." Guilin glanced at the man's attire; he was a kitchen helper. He was quite good-looking.
He was incredibly weak. His pants were soaked; he was probably terrified and sweating profusely. "Thank goodness! Thank goodness! Last night, everything suddenly changed. I reacted instantly and hid behind this woodpile, covering myself in boy's urine. I heard many terrifying noises, but I didn't dare open my eyes."
As he spoke, he walked out, his steps unsteady.
"Yes, you're really lucky, and I'm really lucky too!" Guilin suddenly chuckled softly, two small snakes appearing in his eyes! They were incredibly lively.
A seductive voice echoed in her mind, "My lord, kill him quickly, and you'll become stronger. Then you can do whatever you want. Everything in this palace, including me, will be yours."
His eyes narrowed, a murderous intent flashing within! "My lord, do not hesitate! This man is a coward, clinging to life and fearing death. He doesn't even try to save his companions, only caring about his own escape. Such a person deserves to die long ago!"
Besides, there's no one else around! No one saw it; he died at the hands of last night's evil spirits!
The cook, struggling to get there while explaining, was also thankful to himself for being a virgin, generally believing that boy's urine could ward off evil spirits.
Suddenly, I sensed something was off. The person before me was suddenly all smiles. A forced, insincere smile. As if they weren't even human. Their mouths seemed to be making a soft, grinding sound.
Sensing something was wrong, I quickly turned and ran. I wished my parents had two more legs!
Then, with a cry of "Ah!", the cook ran three steps away and collapsed to the ground.
A flying sword pierced through his chest, embedding itself half an inch into the ground before stopping!
Then, I heard footsteps behind me. I stubbornly wanted to turn around and ask why, but my consciousness grew increasingly blurred. Then, suddenly, there was silence.
Guilin, his hands began to make some mysterious and eerie movements. The cook on the ground slowly began to shrink. Yes, he shrank. His flesh and blood slowly disappeared, leaving only a pile of skin and bones. It was extremely horrifying.
The cook, now completely devoured, is no different from the one who died last night, except for being slightly fresher.
Guilin suddenly let out a burp, his body began to heat up, and he felt his strength increase. It was as if he had reached the late stage of the fourth tier and was about to break through.
A voice continued its tempting call, "Eating your senior brother will be even more nourishing!"
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