"They're here!"
Xiao Yu muttered to herself, even though she had experienced many crises before, at this moment, she still felt a trace of confusion and fear. Liang Rong was a formidable enemy that even Senior Employees couldn't handle; did she really have to fight her?
Xiao Yu hesitated, and subconsciously took a step back.
Behind her, Yin Wenxian exuded confidence, seemingly unconcerned about the imminent danger. "Don't forget, we're an organized group now. We're not afraid."
"I know." Xiao Yu nodded, her mouth feeling bitter. She had no other choice, but she was a little doubtful whether the Supernatural Items she possessed would be enough to cope with the current predicament.
The Hexagonal Copper Bell seems to be a little different from before. The Queen of Spades said that the bell is stronger than before and the side effects have been greatly reduced, so she can use it with confidence.
So Xiao Yu gritted her teeth and raised her left hand.
The Hexagonal Copper Bell on his wrist vibrated rapidly, and in an instant, the hypnotic sound of the Wangliang and causing its speed to decrease noticeably.
"Oh? I didn't expect you to possess Supernatural Items too? This is a dish delivered right to my door, so I'll accept it without ceremony." Liang Rong crossed his arms, his face full of disdain. He didn't believe that a Supernatural Item of Xiao Yu's caliber could stand against his Wangliang Box.
Moreover, most Supernatural Items have side effects, and the longer they are used, the greater the damage to the body.
However, the Wangliang Box Liang Rong possesses is quite special. It has negative effects, but the holder does not have to pay the price; instead, it needs to be fed to living people regularly.
Unfortunately, Liang Rong, who was so confident, misjudged one thing. He didn't know that the Supernatural Items in Xiao Yu's possession had been modified by Hu Jiu. The loopholes had been completely fixed, new patches had been added, and the design had been optimized, so there was no need to worry about minor issues.
The Hexagonal Copper Bell rang for a minute, Wangliang was hypnotized. The others present were also in a daze. Two minutes later, the bell did not weaken at all, but instead became louder and louder. Xiao Yu's mindset became more and more stable. The Queen of Spades had not deceived her!
"Something's not right!" Liang Rong tried hard to stay awake. He had already sensed something ominous, but as soon as he thought about it, a sinister smile appeared on his face.
"You're not forcing yourself to prolong the use of the Supernatural Item, are you?" This method will only cause the Supernatural Item to go berserk. Liang Rong thinks this is incredibly foolish. The Supernatural Item will backfire. If it is overused, the first person to suffer will be the owner. It may even damage the Supernatural Item and cause the Fierce Ghost Revival.
Liang Rong released a few Wangliang, but after another two minutes, the sound of the Hexagonal Copper Bell grew louder and louder. Yin Wenxian, who was standing to the side, was also busy. He took out a Playing Cards and fiddled with it. Before long, a sinister and eerie Supernatural aura filled the alternate space created by the Wangliang Box.
A painted door appeared out of thin air, and Liang Rong felt a sense of unease for a moment. The door was pushed open, and a dim light emanated from behind it. A dark shadow grew larger and wider, gradually forming a passage.
"What is this?" Liang Rong looked towards the direction behind the door. The passage was hidden deep within the dim light, and it seemed to stretch infinitely without end.
Liang Rong couldn't help but feel a sense of fear. He could sense that it was a door leading to a world beyond reality. Once he stepped through it, he would enter an unknown alternate dimension, a realm he was definitely not capable of venturing into.
A strong sense of crisis suddenly surged into Liang Rong's heart, gradually eroding his rationality. His intuition was warning him, making his mouth dry and his throat parched. He knew he was on the verge of life and death, because that strange door was approaching his location.
"Don't come any closer!" Liang Rong roared, frantically activating the Wangliang Box in his hand.
In an instant, countless Wangliang Ghost Slave surged out, howling as they tried to destroy the door.
In that instant, a stream of foul water gushed out from behind the door, dissolving all the Wangliang in no time.
This terrifying scene finally triggered Liang Rong's panic. He saw the door getting closer and closer to him, and his face grew increasingly frightened. He kept backing away, almost shrinking into a corner.
"Protect my retreat!" With that command, the demon used to suppress the three Gu Dao Wangliang forward and blocked Liang Rong's path with an eerie posture.
Liang Rong manipulated the black box in his hand, but the next second, with a whoosh, the last three Wangliang disappeared, and even the box in his hand was taken away by an invisible force.
"No! My Wangliang Box!" This was the most important Supernatural Item in his possession, but it vanished in an instant. The mysterious door instantly killed the Wangliang and took the box.
The surrounding darkness disappeared, and the noise and clamor of the bar filled my ears.
"No! We absolutely can't just wait to die!" Liang Rong then took out several other Supernatural Items — Red Dancing Shoes, Misfortune Dice, Cursed Letter...
These were all things that Liang Rong had forcibly seized through various means, but none of them were very powerful. He originally thought that with his ample equipment, dealing with Gu Dao and the other two would be a piece of cake, but who knew that things would turn out so badly and the situation would be completely out of control.
Pfft--
His Supernatural gadgets had no effect whatsoever; one by one they were sucked into the doorway.
Liang Rong's face turned deathly pale. "How is this possible!"
Could the other party possess some extremely terrifying Supernatural Item?
Otherwise, how could such a phenomenon occur!
Seeing that she had nowhere to turn and was in despair, Liang Rong resolutely used her last trump card.
He took off his shirt, exposing his chest, and unlike a normal person, he had something extra on his chest—a strangely shaped altar!
It was the kind of altar used for sacrifices, only scaled down proportionally, fitted into his chest cavity. The unknown material seemed to be integrated with his flesh and blood, becoming one with him.
Praise the Moon!
He called out loudly, and as his voice faded, the altar underwent a strange transformation, faintly tinged with crimson.
At the same time, Hu Jiu, who was behind the door, also saw it. It was the altar for summoning the Red Moon. He hadn't expected that the Red Moon had already infiltrated the country silently.
However, it was much weaker than the Red Moon summoned when clearing away the Ghost Grass that day; it was ultimately not the real Crimson Moon descending.
"Haha! This is the power of the Moon-Worshipping Cult Group. Anyone facing such power is..."
Liang Rong was punched in the nose before she could finish her sentence, and two streams of blood flowed from her nostrils.
"Shut up, you idiot!" Yin Wenxian snapped, his face contorted with obvious anger, and then punched him twice more. "Who the hell gave you the guts to pull off something like this in the country? Do you want to die?!"