"What do you mean?"

Ye Lengshuang asked.

She was about to lead the way into the tunnel, but Qin An suddenly stopped her, causing doubts to arise in her heart.

If not for Qin An's outstanding performance in capturing the middle-aged monk, she would never have asked this question.

Qin An's gaze swept over the tunnel: "Look closely."

Sometimes, when within a predicament, one's eyes can be blinded by the objects within.

Ye Lengshuang wanted to quickly capture the person behind the scenes, but this haste could cost her life.

Now that danger is everywhere, having one more person is an additional strength, and Qin An did not want Ye Lengshuang to die and face the danger alone.

Ye Lengshuang was momentarily stunned, then turned her gaze deeper into the tunnel.

At this moment, a Cangzhou inspector shouted: "Mr. Ye, there are blood beads floating in the air."

Under the illumination of the torches on the walls, strands of blood beads hovered in the air.

If you look closely, you will find transparent, colorless threads connecting the walls on both ends.

The threads are extremely sharp, blocking the path ahead completely.

The monks died without their bodies intact because these threads sliced them apart.

Ye Lengshuang's forehead broke into a cold sweat, and with a swipe of her left hand, her palm was already damp.

If she insisted on moving forward and missed seeing the colorless threads in her haste, she would likely follow in the monks' footsteps.

"Remove the threads!"

Ye Lengshuang had no time to speak more with Qin An and ordered her men to dismantle the threads.

Though the threads were colorless, the people were prepared, and the dismantling proceeded smoothly.

A moment later, no danger remained ahead.

Ye Lengshuang turned her gaze back to Qin An: "I will truthfully..."

Before she could finish, Qin An interrupted.

"Don't waste words."

The matter of reporting achievements is for later; in the current danger, Qin An did not want his thoughts interrupted.

Ye Lengshuang was stifled, her cheeks flushing slightly, but she had nothing to say.

In front of so many subordinates, telling her not to waste words, had it been someone else, she might have already drawn her sword.

But it's Qin An.

Just now, Qin An resolved the crisis with a single sentence, leaving her no room to express her anger.

Tang Lingwei's mouth twitched slightly, thinking to herself that it was indeed Qin An.

She had long been aware of Qin An's character.

Though cold, he was always a dependable companion.

Perhaps Mr. Ye would not adapt for a moment, but once she adapted, Qin An might have already ascended to the top.

Tang Lingwei felt this most deeply because she had once done something foolish herself.

Gao Quan couldn't help but secretly praise, saying the boss was truly high.

Outside, he wanted to explain, but the boss didn't allow him to speak, realizing it was all hidden here.

No amount of explanation compared to letting Mr. Qin show with his actions.

Actions are always more direct than words.

The danger being resolved, the tunnel ahead remained incredibly dark, with only the torches as the sole source of light.

No further dangers appeared along the way.

After walking for the time it takes to burn an incense stick, a dim yellow light appeared ahead.

The light began very small and gradually enlarged as they approached.

In an instant, the exit appeared before their eyes.

Qin An stood at the exit, looking down.

Below was an unimaginably large cave.

Inside the cave, the stench assaulted the nose, making one feel nauseous.

Old, dilapidated round mats were placed on the ground.

On each mat sat a monk, a careful count would show there were over a hundred.

The monks were disheveled, faces showing remnants of excitement, but now all were corpses.

Besides, there were over a hundred female corpses piled not far away, all stripped of clothing, bodies covered in dense wounds.

The navels of the monks were bloody and mangled, with umbilical cords stretched long, gathering ahead.

At the front end, a white-bearded old monk sat cross-legged.

All the umbilical cords were connected to the old monk's belly.

The umbilical cords pulsed rhythmically, as if something was being transferred from the monks' bodies through the cords to the old monk's belly.

In the old monk's arms lay a young woman.

The woman was without a thread to cover her, skin dry as tinder, occasionally trembling, eyes devoid of life.

This scene was comparable to a living hell.

The old monk extended five fingers, pressing them gently on the woman's head, slightly tightening.

The skull burst, gray matter staining his hand.

"Here they come."

After wiping clean on the corpse, the old monk raised his murky eyes, looking at Ye Lengshuang and the others.

"I knew this day would come, but I didn't think it would arrive so quickly."

Changing the tone, the old monk slowly stood, his voice shifting.

"Why not pretend you didn't see anything? I'll leave Lingzhou, and you can use these monks' bodies to exchange for merit."

Ye Lengshuang raised her long sword, her tone as cold as ice: "Bao Yun, as the abbot, you practice evil arts to harm the living, now still thinking to tempt with benefits to escape with your life, utterly delusional."

Bao Yun the monk sighed: "Don't blame me, the Subodhi Heart Skill is too difficult, a lifetime without hope to reach the Jade Bone Realm, how could it compare to the joys of the other path."

"To have both pleasure and cultivation, only then did I realize that half a lifetime of spiritual practice was all a vain expectation."

"Only joy can revive the power of the Bodhi Sect."

Ye Lengshuang slightly furrowed her brows: "The Bodhi Sect now only has you left, already in name only, how will you revive it?"

Bao Yun the monk clasped his hands together: "As long as I'm here, the Bodhi Sect exists."

Things were already clear, but Ye Lengshuang continued speaking for her own reasons.

While speaking, members of the Evil Extermination Bureau took the opportunity to quietly encircle Bao Yun the monk, preventing him from escaping.

Bao Yun the monk seemed oblivious, turning to Qin An: "You are Qin An."

Qin An raised his finger, stroking the black knife: "Do you know me?"

Bao Yun the monk nodded: "The fox mother once sent someone to find me, gave me your portrait, a great reward for killing you, I originally didn't want to meddle, but since you're here, might as well take your life too."

Qin An raised an eyebrow: "You can live?"

He hadn't expected the fox mother to hate him to such an extent, more than the monkey demon and tree lord of Cangyun Valley.

Upon closer reflection, it seemed quite reasonable.

The fox mother's carefully nurtured gemstone of Cangshan with the treasure toad was lost, and anything placed in Lingzhou would spark fierce battles among those in the Body Storage Realm.

"Why can't I?"

Bao Yun the monk slowly stood, his aura gradually rising: "I'm not alone."

As soon as he finished speaking, a violent tremor suddenly erupted.

The wall behind Bao Yun the monk began shaking, as if some mysterious object was about to break through.

Stone chips flew like small rain, the sound continuing like flowing water.

A two-headed statue emerged from the wall, its two heads bearing sinister smiles as if mocking Qin An and the others' audacity.

In the palms of the statue's hands, there were two words.

The left hand bore "Joy," the right hand "Pleasure."

Pseudo-God!

Upon seeing this, Qin An understood.

A Pseudo-God arises from the thoughts of all beings, so this Joyful Statue naturally also originates from the many monks of the Bodhi Sect.

Bao Yun the monk no longer concealed his intentions, his aura turning malevolent, tearing open his monk's robe at the chest: "Enough, today I'll kill you all then escape Lingzhou to seek a new path."

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