Keep a close eye on the Sky Screen, and be ready to relay information

Douluo Qian Jun panted heavily, slowly raised his head, and rubbed his throbbing temples hard.

This time, the look in his eyes had changed completely.

There was no wariness, no murderous intent-only the clarity of sudden understanding and profound guilt.

"So that's what happened, big brother. You paid such a terrible price to find me. Even your body was corrupted by the supernatural until it became like this, yet you still came to deal with the Ghost Messenger for my sake."

Douluo Qian Jun murmured to himself, fully accepting this new identity.

Lin Cheng looked at the thoroughly brainwashed Douluo Qian Jun and nodded in satisfaction.

Just then.

A sudden disturbance came from the edges of the surrounding deep-blue ghost domain.

An indescribable sense of oppression instantly enveloped the entire space.

In the darkness, a blurry figure dressed in a black burial shroud slowly approached them with heavy footsteps.

The Ghost Messenger had arrived!

On a bustling shopping street in Dachang City.

Xue Beng wandered aimlessly through the streets like a stray dog.

After Yu Tianheng and Hu Liena had ruthlessly abandoned him, he had finally faced reality.

In this world filled with supernatural horrors, the princely status he took such pride in wasn't worth shit.

Without strength or value, no one would spare him a second glance.

"If I can't become a Ghost Handler, I'll just be an ordinary person!"

Xue Beng gritted his teeth, a vicious glint flashing through his eyes.

Although scraping by as an ordinary person for a year while the Sky Screen broadcast it back to the Douluo Continent would disgrace him and might even cost him his right to inherit the throne.

So what?

What good was a throne if he was dead?

He lowered his head and glanced at the magnificent robe he wore.

This garment had been made exclusively for the Heaven Dou Empire's royal family. In preparation for the Sky Screen's random selection, it had been handwoven from pure gold filament mixed with heavenly silkworm silk.

"Gold should be worth a lot in this world!"

Xue Beng's mind raced, and he soon found a lavishly decorated pawnshop on a street corner.

He pushed open the door, went inside, and explained why he had come.

At first, the manager had looked down on this strangely dressed young man.

But after testing the robe's gold content with professional equipment, his attitude did a complete about-face.

"Extremely high-purity gold thread!" The manager's eyes lit up.

In this era, many unusual individuals were buying gold, driving its value sky-high.

Anyone who could wear clothing made from pure gold thread had to be someone of great wealth or status.

In the end, the gold-thread robe was pawned for over five hundred thousand in cash.

Xue Beng changed into ordinary casual clothes and let out a long sigh of relief, holding a black canvas bag stuffed with banknotes.

Five hundred thousand was enough for him to live comfortably in this world for a year.

Just as he was about to leave the pawnshop.

The pawnshop's glass door swung open, and a cold-faced man walked inside.

The man wore a black trench coat and exuded a chilling aura that warned strangers to stay away.

The manager, who had been bowing and scraping before Xue Beng, instantly changed expression when he saw the man.

He hurriedly abandoned Xue Beng and trotted over to greet him.

"Oh, Brother Ye! What brings you here in person?"

The manager's tone held an almost fawning respect, along with a barely perceptible trace of fear.

The man called Brother Ye ignored the manager's enthusiasm and spoke coldly.

"How's the gold coming along? We urgently need a shipment."

"Don't worry, don't worry!" The manager nodded repeatedly, patting his chest in assurance.

"I wouldn't dare delay the Cockroach Club's goods, even if I had ten times the courage! I'll personally escort the delivery to you this afternoon!"

The Cockroach Club!

At that name, Xue Beng abruptly stopped on his way out, his heart pounding.

He turned and stared fixedly at the man called Brother Ye.

Weren't Hu Liena and Yu Tianheng planning to take down this very Cockroach Club?

A wild, daring idea rapidly took shape in Xue Beng's mind.

Why should joining the Paranormal Forum be the only way to survive?

If the Paranormal Forum issued a mission targeting the Cockroach Club, their strength must be considerable!

If I tell the Cockroach Club about Hu Liena's plan, wouldn't that count as a major contribution? Could I use it to secure their protection?

Xue Beng's gaze gradually turned sinister.

Every man for himself!

Yu Tianheng, Hu Liena, you abandoned me first, so don't blame me for being ruthless!

After finishing his instructions, Ye Feng turned and walked out of the pawnshop.

Just as he reached the entrance, a figure suddenly darted out and blocked his path.

"Are you from the Cockroach Club?" Xue Beng forcibly suppressed his fear and looked straight into Ye Feng's eyes.

Ye Feng frowned slightly, a flicker of impatience crossing his eyes.

"What? If you have business to discuss, go to the club's front desk."

With that, Ye Feng stepped around Xue Beng to leave.

"If I can give you some extremely important information, can I join the Cockroach Club?"

Growing desperate, Xue Beng laid his bargaining chip on the table.

Ye Feng stopped, turned, and looked Xue Beng up and down as though he were already dead.

"Do you think just any nobody can join the Cockroach Club?"

An invisible, chilling aura radiated from Ye Feng.

"If you're not afraid of dying, feel free to keep pestering me."

Terrified by Ye Feng's imposing presence, Xue Beng shuddered all over, his legs going weak.

But he knew this was his only chance.

He took a deep breath, replaying the scene of Hu Liena and the others discussing their plan in his mind.

"What if I told you..." Xue Beng lowered his voice and spoke one word at a time.

"Someone is about to attack the Cockroach Club!"

On the Douluo Continent.

In the imperial palace of the Heaven Dou Empire.

Emperor Xue Ye, who had been furious over Xue Beng's abandonment, suddenly burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! Excellent! That's my son!"

Emperor Xue Ye slapped the armrest of his dragon throne, his eyes filled with approval.

"He has the makings of an emperor! Meticulous and ruthless! Who says he has to join that Paranormal Forum? Why should joining it guarantee survival? If the Cockroach Club makes the Paranormal Forum so wary, I doubt its strength is any less formidable!"

"Beng'er played that move beautifully, using someone else's hand to kill his enemies!"

In the Papal Hall of Spirit City.

Bibi Dong's brows knitted tightly, and disgust flashed through her eyes.

"The Heaven Dou Empire truly is rotten to the core. Even one of its princes is so despicable."

"An empire like that should never have been allowed to survive this long!"

Beside her, Ghost Douluo gave a sinister chuckle.

"Please calm your anger, Your Holiness. That Xue Beng thinks he's clever, but he's forgotten that the Sky Screen still allows one more opportunity to provide information."

"As long as we tell Yan that Xue Beng has betrayed them, they'll be able to take precautions."

Bibi Dong nodded slightly, her gaze icy. "Keep a close eye on the Sky Screen, and be ready to relay information at any moment."