In a corner of the hall, eerie music played.

It was unclear whether the sound was from an erhu or a flute, whining discordantly.

It added a terrifying atmosphere to the entire hall.

Eagle-Beak Old Four indeed had a beak like an eagle's, a sharp upper lip and a thick lower lip.

Together with his hooked nose and his grey-brown eyes, as sharp as those of an eagle, he truly resembled the bird.

Such an appearance was strikingly eagle-like.

At this moment, Eagle-Beak Old Four's expression was wooden.

His eyes were also hollow, lacking any focus.

This was quite different from the Eagle-Beak Old Four that Brother Hao was used to seeing.

Anxiety gnawed at Brother Hao's heart.

Still, he lowered his voice and quietly informed Eagle-Beak Old Four of the successful abduction.

Eagle-Beak Old Four nodded, his tone indifferent.

"The King will wake up soon. Let's talk about such a big event after he awakens," he said.

"Keep a close watch on the hostages. You've done well this time."

"There will definitely be a great reward once the King awakens."

Brother Hao looked at the decaying coffin, filled with doubt and suspicion.

Could it be that the so-called King was inside the coffin?

After saying this, Eagle-Beak Old Four fell silent.

He knelt on the ground, as if he were dead.

After kneeling for a while, Brother Hao felt the strange music becoming increasingly cacophonous and unbearable.

The stench of decay in his nose was simply intolerable.

He quietly stood up and walked towards the door.

However, at that moment, a pitch-black fog suddenly emerged from the coffin and drifted towards Brother Hao.

The fog moved swiftly, enveloping Brother Hao's head amidst the buzzing sound.

Brother Hao trembled as if scalded by boiling oil.

His mouth agape, he was unable to make a sound, his facial muscles twisting in agony and extreme terror.

The black mist crawled over his face and hair, like a black liquid slowly oozing from the top of his head.

An unbelievable scene occurred.

Where the black liquid passed, the flesh on Brother Hao's face slowly dissolved, revealing ghastly white bones.

Brother Hao's body remained rigidly erect.

However, his head had become a skull.

His hair and flesh had vanished in an instant.

He was still in the posture of wanting to cover his face, yet his body was as rigid and immovable as if it were a wooden or clay sculpture.

And at this moment, the buzzing sound continued.

The black liquid slowly spread down towards his neck.

Where the black liquid flowed, not only did the skin and flesh swiftly disappear,

but even clothes, metal buttons, and belts dissolved into nothingness.

In an instant, the living flesh and blood of Brother Hao turned into a fresh skeleton of white bones.

Not a drop of blood or a trace of tendon remained.

A gust of wind blew, and the black liquid, with a buzzing sound, turned back into a black mist.

The black mist drifted in the air, then flew back into the coffin.

Only when one was close enough could they see clearly.

The pitch-black mist was composed of countless tiny insects.

The insects were so small they were difficult to make out with the naked eye; it took tens of thousands of them together to reach the size of a pinhead.

No wonder it looked like a thin black mist when floating in the air.

A flash of indescribable fear crossed the wooden face of Eagle-Beak Old Four.

Suddenly, he stood up and knelt before the coffin, banging his head on the ground repeatedly.

He quivered violently all over as he kowtowed,

yet, this time, the terrifying insects did not take to the air again.

The other three remained kneeling quietly, their expressions wooden.

They seemed to have completely ignored everything happening before their eyes.

At this moment, Yang Fei, Mad Blade, and Fan Yi were tracking their prey and had finally arrived at the old steel material market.

The other party hadn't bothered much with disguise.

Because Chen Ke's Audi Q7 was recklessly abandoned on one side of the warehouse.

Seeing this car, Yang Fei realized that he hadn't chased the wrong place.

He activated Turtle Extreme, sensing the location of Chen Ke.

Just then, Yang Fei's heart suddenly gave a fierce tug.

In this huge old steel market, Yang Fei sensed an indescribably sinister Yin Fiendish Energy.

An extreme sense of crisis caused the Turtle Extreme within him to roar sharply.

Yang Fei was bewildered.

With his current Martial Arts strength,

not even any Dragon Envoy from the Dragon King Hall could threaten his life.

But in this ordinary old steel market, Yang Fei felt immense danger.

Yang Fei stopped in his tracks, instructing Mad Blade and Fan Yi, who had followed him, to stand by where they were.

He tried to make his face appear relaxed.

"You guys just wait here. This kind of good deed, like rescuing a damsel in distress, brother wants to keep for himself."

Mad Blade spat out a sound of contempt.

"Instructor, showing off like this will get you struck by lightning. You're always showing off; shouldn't you fit yourself with a lightning rod?"

With Mad Blade and Fan Yi's Martial Arts Realm, they couldn't sense the danger in the old steel market.

Neither of them took it seriously.

However, Fan Yi was somewhat worried.

"Instructor, let me go with you. Having someone to watch your back, and Mad Blade can provide support from outside."

"Pfft, why the hell should I just stand here like an idiot?"

"I want to go too. Bullying others with power is my favorite thing to do."

When Mad Blade heard this, he immediately disapproved and started cursing.

Yang Fei gestured with his hand.

"All of you, just wait here for me."

"I rarely show off, so don't you freaking ruin it for me."

Seeing Yang Fei getting angry, Mad Blade and Fan Yi finally held their tongues.

Reluctantly, the two of them hid behind a large pile of waste oil drums.

Yang Fei carefully avoided the sentries in the warehouse corners, both visible and hidden.

He stealthily made his way into the old steel market.

The easternmost part of the old steel market was filled with Yin Fiendish Energy.

Yang Fei dared not approach, but he scoured every other corner.

Luckily, at the far western side of the old steel market, Yang Fei discovered a solitary reinforced concrete brick house.

This brick house seemed unremarkable, yet there were four men guarding the four corners of the house.

Yang Fei knew there was something unusual.

He crawled quietly through a thicket of overgrown weeds.

Right beside the thicket was the east side of the brick house.

There stood a fierce-looking man below, full of vigorous Qi-Blood.

Yang Fei crept up to him and, suddenly like a leopard, pounced forward.

He brought his palm down heavily on the man's neck.

The man fell like a chopped piece of timber, clumsily crashing down.

As his body was about to hit the ground,

Yang Fei extended a leg, gently arresting the man's falling inertia.

The man landed on the ground without a sound.

Yang Fei saw that he was at the back window of the red brick house.

Threaded steel bars as thick as a wine cup tightly sealed the window.

Yang Fei took out a Little Knife and removed the glass pane.

Then, with both hands, he forcibly pulled apart the threaded steel bars.

After that, Yang Fei saw Chen Ke's panicked eyes.

She saw Yang Fei, and her pretty face was full of a mix of surprise and joy.

Yang Fei gave her a gentle shush,

Then, Yang Fei, crouching low, squeezed through between the two steel bars and into the room.

No sooner had his feet touched firm ground, Chen Ke rushed over to him.

She threw her arms around Yang Fei, and her tears flowed in torrents.

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