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Du Rui, an exceptionally forgetful reader, finds himself transmigrated into one of the top male harem stallion novels, but as the antagonist. Now inhabiting the role of Xue Xinyu, the cunning villain, Du Rui struggles to maintain his s...
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In this entire prison, there was apparently only one wall that stood out like a clown at a funeral. Unlike the others, which blended seamlessly into the grim surroundings, this wall stuck out like a sore thumb, or rather, a sore wall. The undead creatures, with their limited architectural knowledge, couldn't decide if it was a trap or just a quirky design choice by the prison's interior decorator.
As Xue Xinyu and Liang Zhiguan traverse the labyrinthine halls, it's like being trapped in a never-ending game of maze runner, except the walls have a mind of their own. Sometimes the path they just walked through decides to throw a curveball and morph into something entirely new. It's enough to make even the most seasoned adventurer question their sanity.
With Liang Zhiguan cradled in his arms like a damsel in distress (well, more like a damsel in decomposing robes), Xue Xinyu can't help but marvel at the unexpected perks of his new body. Gone are the days of struggling to lift heavy objects; now he's tossing teenagers around like they're feather pillows. Who needs a gym membership when you've got necromancy?
Amidst the darkness and uncertainty, the undead creatures come to a halt, proclaiming, "We're here." But to Xue Xinyu's untrained eyes, every inch of the wall looks as mundane as a Monday morning. "Where's the difference? In my eyes, it looks the same," he quips.
Putting Liang Zhiguan down again, and placing his hand on the wall, he senses a subtle shift in the flow of qi.
Channeling a torrent of qi into his palm, Xue Xinyu concentrated with all his might, forming a pulsating orb of energy. With a flick of his wrist, he unleashed the qi ball, watching with bated breath as it hurtled toward the wall. There was a deafening explosion, sending rubble flying in all directions.
Miraculously, the wall crumbles, revealing a path illuminated by a suspiciously cheerful array of lights. It's like stumbling into a rave party hosted by the ghosts of disco past. And just like that, our intrepid heroes forge ahead into the unknown, armed with nothing but their wits, their questionable fashion sense, and a newfound appreciation for architectural oddities.
Stepping into the illuminated hall, Xue Xinyu immediately sensed a shift in energy. Unlike the oppressive, stagnant qi of the dark prison halls, here it flowed freely, almost serenely, as if eager to guide them out. It was a refreshing change, like going from swimming in molasses to gliding through a clear stream.
In the prison, Xue Xinyu sensed traps at every turn, but this hall exuded a sense of peace and safety. It was likely the passage used by cultivators to enter and exit the prison.
The undead creatures, their eerie presence a constant throughout their journey, halted at the threshold. "I guess this is our farewell," Xue Xinyu said, giving a small bow.
"It was an honor to guide you, Star of Destruction," one of them replied with a bow so deep it nearly lost its head.
"Likewise," Xue Xinyu responded with a smirk. After all, it wasn't every day you get a VIP escort from an undead army.
