Pink House Come Alive, Living-Skin Dolls

Before him stretched a long corridor. Gone were the stench and filth, replaced by a lavishly furnished, comfortable pink house.

This house rivaled the royal palaces of old. Glittering golden diamonds were embedded everywhere, and pillars stood like ancient Roman guards, watching from the darkness.

The door of the Pink House opened inward, its empty entrance facing Su Ziyu. He could see the bearded man with his back to him, moving something he could not make out.

His heavy breathing was clearly audible in the silent sewers.

Su Ziyu did not rashly step forward either. A lavishly decorated house appearing in the sewers was bizarre no matter how he thought about it.

Stepping inside recklessly might trigger some kind of trap. Su Ziyu decided to remain outside and test it with a long-range skill.

Black matter writhed and condensed into a pitch-black spear of dark matter. After he threw it, it struck the house's door solidly. The web-like hole instantly healed, while the black spear melted away bit by bit like a burning candle.

This man-made house truly was not simple.

It could even melt dark matter?

Su Ziyu was slightly alarmed. Dark matter belonged to the [Dark Wisdom Chapter]; even when facing Old Huang, who had been corrupted by an evil god, it had never seemed so powerless.

And what was happening before him precisely showed that the bearded man possessed a power of the same rank as the [Dark Wisdom Chapter]!

At that thought, Su Ziyu immediately tensed up. It seemed there was not a single easy opponent among Morning Star Tier powerhouses.

Speaking of which, the only Morning Star Tier powerhouse Su Ziyu had killed was the out-of-control Su Jingtian.

But Su Jingtian had lost control and become a monster with nothing but brute strength, unable to use it properly. That had made him much easier to deal with.

"Dark Wisdom: Bound Dungeon!"

Su Ziyu refused to believe it. He stomped his foot, and the shadows hidden beneath the dim light seemed to come alive. They crawled up the walls with claws bared, spreading forward like a black tide. Their leading edges bulged into pairs of arms that tried to touch the house's door.

This scene also caught the bearded man's attention.

He slowly turned around and first noticed the small hole pierced through the doorframe. Specks of dark matter still remained around its edges.

Gradually, a chill ran down his spine. His gaze swept over the dark arms continuously extending inward from outside the room, as well as those strange, jagged Twisting Lines that resembled demonic tentacles.

The dark matter formed by them surrounded the house, making it seem stranded and helpless amid a black tide.

Staring at the dark matter and the Twisting Lines, the bearded man's expression changed again and again. His pupils seemed to quake as he said in disbelief:

"This power... it's the [Dark Wisdom Chapter]!"

"Who exactly are you?! King in Yellow... did you take the [Dark Wisdom Chapter]?!"

His words made Su Ziyu pause slightly.

What did he mean?

He knew about the [Dark Wisdom Chapter] too?

This guy...

Su Ziyu's eyes lit up as he thought of a possibility.

Could the bearded man be a member of the Old God Cult?!

Su Ziyu's gaze gradually turned cold. Even through the pale, faceless mask, its sinister chill could be felt.

"Do you belong to the Old God Cult?"

Su Ziyu asked softly, his voice betraying neither joy nor sorrow.

The bearded man's expression froze. It seemed he had not expected Su Ziyu to ask that question. Only after standing dumbly for two seconds did he react, his face suddenly turning vicious. "Could it be that Your Excellency has a grudge against us? Why insist on pursuing me so relentlessly?"

The Twisting Lines grew longer again, extending across the ground beneath Su Ziyu's feet and weaving into a thick layer. Like guards, they parted the air pressure on both sides as Su Ziyu advanced step by step, saying as he walked:

"Heh, I was about to ask you that. You were the one who gathered the three major cults at the abandoned factory, weren't you?"

The ancient cadence and grating voice echoed through the sewers. Combined with the pale face of the soft mask, they made the bearded man shudder instinctively.

He had been too shocked just now and had forgotten that the being standing before him was one suspected to be taboo.

Hiss...

The bearded man shivered, his Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily as he asked tremblingly:

"The Ghoul Cult... was wiped out by you?!"

The King in Yellow was actually playing a grand game as well!

"No... no, according to the rumors, the Ghoul Cult was destroyed by someone called Burial Venerable. You..."

As he spoke, the bearded man's face alternated between red and white. Terror filled his expression as he said:

"You... you're Burial Venerable?!"

When he said those words, it felt as if an invisible hand had clenched his heart. Just as he tried to catch his breath, the chaotic black tide finally pressed down. The Twisting Lines pierced the room full of holes, and the floor, walls, furniture, and magnificent golden decor were instantly covered in shadow. Even the man was bound by the Twisting Lines, unable to move in the slightest.

Some of the Twisting Lines turned into black ash and scattered away, but new ones immediately formed and surged in. The battered room repaired itself again and again, only to suffer even worse destruction with every repair.

Gradually, its automatic repair speed finally failed to keep up with the assault of [Bound Prison].

Seeing that the time was right, Su Ziyu raised one hand high. Resting in his palm was a massive fireball two meters in radius. Black flames blazed fiercely, radiating a terrifying aura.

With a whoosh, the giant fireball shot out.

Without holding back and meeting no resistance whatsoever, it slammed into that battered room.

At such close range, the fireball looked like a black sun, scorching and sinister.

"No—"

"Burial Venerable... the King in Yellow! They're the same person!"

"Ah!"

The bearded man let out a savage howl, his face twisting.

Faced with the threat of possible death, he also unleashed all his strength.

His hands danced, fingers tapping nimbly as though playing a keyboard. Amid a clattering sound, some cabinet door in the room seemed to open.

Then, many women suddenly poured out from the doorway...

Or perhaps...

Female dolls.

This time, observing them at close range, Su Ziyu finally noticed the anomaly.

Every one of those human women had exquisite features, high noses, graceful figures, and beauty like sculptures crafted by a master artist. Without exception, their Astral Spirit Bodies had all become layers of thin membranes, and a Seven-Segment Ringworm lived in each of their brain nerves.

Invisible threads of spirituality connected to their necks, controlling them as they opened their mouths and suddenly fired beams of spiritual light.

There were more than a dozen such spiritual beams. They merged midway into a massive ray that met the fireball head-on.

Rumble—

Boom!

Flames shot into the sky, sweeping up the wastewater and turning it into rain that fell everywhere, only to be repelled beyond the Wall of Eternal Night.

With the flames as a backdrop, Su Ziyu silently watched the house, which had long since been reduced to ruins.