Jiuyou stared at her intently.

The blind man sighed, "If you insist on betting like this, you can, just don't regret it later."

Jiuyou chuckled softly, not saying anything.

The blind man said, "What if someone bets and loses, but reneges on their promise?"

Jiuyou pointed to the sky, "Once the cause and effect are set, consequences will naturally follow. You're trying to trap me with these words, but aren't you also trapping yourself."

"Alright then." The blind man was noncommittal, merely saying, "The Jinbei incident counts as the first. Let's continue to watch."

...

"Bang!" Fengyin slammed headfirst into a golden barrier, hitting so hard he almost vomited out his gallbladder.

He knew where Jiuyou was and didn't dare to meet this fearsome demon lord—although from his exchanges with the blind man, he couldn't see how terrifying she really was, and during the exchanges with Zhao Changhe, she seemed somewhat playful; that was all because of the blind man. But in the heart of anyone else, Jiuyou was an extremely terrifying demon lord.

This could only prove that the blind man's level was higher... so high that Jiuyou hadn't even considered such a dialogue upon meeting Ye Wuming in this world again.

Anyway, Fengyin, as Jiuyou expected, wanted to go somewhere else to make up for his blunder. He first headed to Xiangyang, taking a detour south.

Fengyin had a slight movement in his heart, feeling that this was also an important place. As long as he stirred things up, he could at least satisfy Jiuyou's demands, so he transformed into a breeze rushing forward.

As a result, he hadn't even swooped down to the ground before he crashed into a golden barrier.

Fengyin clutched his head with one hand and his chest pierced by Tang Wanju's sword qi with the other, looking up in shock. Yuan Cheng, hovering in the void with a splendid Vajra Buddha, brandished a massive Zen Stick, striking down: "Did you really think there were no Buddhists in this world!"

This old monk alone would still be manageable, but Fengyin sensed the imperial realm aura of the Vajra Buddha, frightening him desperately as he made a detour to escape.

Wasn't it said that this Buddha was dealt with? How come it seems to have revived so quickly? Those eyes have already become lively...

At this moment, Fengyin, badly injured, dared not entangle with the imperial realm. Relying on his speed, he continued to flee frantically. The old monk Yuan Cheng, recklessly wielding his stick, pursued frenziedly. Fengyin fled straight to the southwest without daring to stop.

In fact, the southwestern Xiangxi was a place where Jiuyou had some arrangements... He didn't know if he could accomplish something, but going there to lend a hand could at least allow him to find a relatively safe place to heal his wounds. If the old monk actually chased him there, there was someone who could help hold him off.

The blind man smiled while lifting two jade-like fingers: "Second."

Saying there are "people" in the southwest doesn't quite count, because they aren't humans.

In the wilderness, a chilly wind howled.

The vast Yin Corpse Army was advancing westward; at a glance, its extent was unknown.

The leader was a familiar figure, with a severely pronounced arrow wound on his shoulder still emitting a faint golden glow, continually eroding this body, unable to be erased.

That was the mark shot by the Dragon Soul Bow... Yin Kui, who once died at the hands of Zhao Changhe's arrow.

He himself had become a corpse puppet, losing the wisdom he once had, with only a slight spiritual light forcibly preserved by the god of death, Jiuyou. Now, as the leader of the Yin Corpse Army, he's returning, advancing from his original hidden spot in Xiangxi to Miao Region.

The Queen of Dali, Xiang Simeng, hadn't united Miao Region for long... Miao Region was vast, and in such a short time, it was impossible for her to extend her reach to this eastern borderland, nor was there any necessity; moreover, it's said she was still pressing Ba Shu with her military.

Once the Yin Corpse Army suddenly came east, Miao Region would fall into chaos. Then they would capture Xiang Simeng alive, occupy the ancestral land of the Spirit Clan, as there were still many things to be completed there.

In Yin Kui's eyes, a phosphorescent fire blazed, with a final deathly obsession in his heart, yearning for revenge... to tear apart those despicable Spirit Clan fiends...

He could already imagine Xiang Simeng's terrified pale face upon seeing such a massive Yin Corpse Army.

"Kekeke..." Yin Kui laughed involuntarily.

"Rustle!" A flock of startled birds flew up from the dense forest.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!" Countless arrows flew out from the dense forest, the arrowheads coated with something that emitted a ghostly blue light.

Yin Kui, now not very bright, hadn't reacted yet, when the Yin Corpse Army beside him was riddled with arrows. They let out deep growls, collapsing to the ground.

Their bodies, which were supposed to be as hard as iron after becoming corpse puppets, seemed to have no effect, becoming even more fragile than mortals.

Yin Kui turned his head in horror, seeing dense figures in the forest on both sides, with indistinct roars of beasts coming from all directions.

Upon closer inspection, it seemed countless beasts, from wolves to tigers and leopards, were charging together, with eagles soaring and screeching in the sky, and a gigantic Blood Turtle treading the ground, causing tremors.

The elite forces of Miao Region had all been deployed, all gathered here!

In his imagination, Xiang Simeng, pale-faced, stood quietly on the back of the Blood Turtle in a short skirt and barefoot, coldly watching him. In her hand was a bone dagger, glowing with a ghostly blue light under the moonlight.

Seeing Yin Kui turn his head, Sisi smiled sweetly: "I don't know if I'm talking to you now, or if Jiuyou hears it... Whoever it is, it doesn't matter, I only have one thing to say."

"My master has long since devised a strategy to restrain the Yin Corpses, having seen through the Mystical Gate of life and death. Right now, you are nothing more than fish belly meat in our eyes."

The single rhyme was pretty good, but far away, Jiuyou's expression changed.

The blind man smiled gleefully, raising three fingers: "Third."

In the blind man's current view, the mountains and rivers stretched endlessly, appearing as dotted lines, interwoven layer upon layer, like an enormous chessboard.

On this chessboard, the person placing the pieces wasn't Ye Wuming... All the lines had an endpoint, all pointing to the present Mongolian grassland where a band of light cavalry was galloping long distance.

That was Zhao Changhe.

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