BPIFC -Volume 1 – Chapter 77 Turning the Tables

In the blink of an eye, both Huang Ran and Meng Qiqi had fallen.

The pitch-black spider crawled onto Wan Changluo’s shoulder. Turning toward Sun Desheng and Che Qianzi, he said coldly:

“You had a chance to leave here alive. Too bad you didn’t know how to treasure it…”

As he spoke, he glanced at his watch and continued:

“Still waiting for your people from the Bureau of Folklore Investigation to arrive? The earliest flight to Guangzhou is still in the air. By the time they get here, you won’t exist anymore.”

“I’ll arrange the scene to look like you and Huang Ran’s group killed each other.”

“Who kills who isn’t decided yet! Just wait, your daddy’s coming! You owe me and your mother an apology!”

Che Qianzi struggled furiously, held tightly in place by Sun Desheng, and could only continue hurling insults.

“Don’t worry. I’ll skin you alive later.”

Even with his deep self-control, Wan Changluo was beginning to lose his temper from the increasingly filthy curses.

Still, what he cared about most was the sacred object.

The two before him looked powerless, but they were slippery as eels. Killing them would take time.

He couldn’t help but resent Han Bing’s incompetence. If that useless man hadn’t failed, Wan Changluo wouldn’t have had to act personally.

Just as Wan Changluo was about to move, the heavily wounded bearded man—whose arm had been blown off earlier—slowly stood up.

Everyone had assumed he was dead.

Wan Changluo raised an eyebrow in surprise.

“Impressive that you can still stand. Want revenge personally?”

By now Han Bing could no longer speak.

His eyes remained fixed on Sun Desheng and Che Qianzi’s hiding place as he slowly nodded.

Knowing Han Bing’s abilities, Wan Changluo was satisfied.

Though he had lost an arm, dealing with those two would be easy. It would also give him time to search for the sacred object.

Nodding, Wan Changluo said:

“Fine. Leave them to you. Don’t disappoint me again. Once they’re dead, we’ll share the sacred object.”

As he spoke, Han Bing walked up beside him and nodded again.

Then, just as Wan Changluo turned toward Huang Ran—

Han Bing suddenly raised his severed arm.

From the wound burst forth a copper spike aimed directly at Wan Changluo’s heart!

The attack came from point-blank range.

Wan Changluo never imagined Han Bing would attack him.

He twisted desperately, barely avoiding his heart, but the spike still pierced his shoulder.

The agonizing pain nearly made him faint.

Having lived in luxury all his life, Wan Changluo had never suffered such torment.

Shocked and enraged, he lashed out instinctively.

With a flick and a pull of his finger—

The invisible whip instantly chopped Han Bing into countless pieces.

Yet almost no blood flowed.

Only then did Wan Changluo understand.

Han Bing had already died.

Someone had been controlling his corpse.

At that realization, he recalled the shy-looking white-haired man from last night’s dinner.

“Yang Xiao! You never left! You’re the one playing tricks!”

Earlier, he’d found blood near the burial pit and assumed Yang Xiao had used Blood Escape to flee after sensing danger.

He had never imagined the man had remained hidden all along.

Wan Changluo shouted several times, but no answer came.

Instead—

Another answer presented itself.

The dead foreigners scattered around the chamber began to stand up one by one.

Then they staggered toward him.

Their intentions were obvious.

Wan Changluo had no time to waste.

He still had to recover the sacred object and stage the crime scene.

The longer things dragged on, the more anxious he became.

Without another word, he dismembered a corpse that had approached him.

Ignoring the others, he rushed toward Sun Desheng and Che Qianzi.

At that exact moment, the shambling corpses suddenly transformed.

Like agile monkeys, they leaped and darted toward him from all directions.

Their speed was astonishing.

Forced to abandon the two brothers for now, Wan Changluo split apart two charging corpses.

No sooner had he dealt with them than a fierce wind came from behind.

Without even looking back, he snapped the whip behind him.

Years of practice had made it as natural as his own limbs.

The corpse behind him was instantly cut apart.

Fortunately, there weren’t many dead foreigners.

After dealing with several, only two corpses remained charging from the front.

As Wan Changluo prepared to retrieve his whip and finish them off, he suddenly discovered something strange.

The whip seemed to be caught.

He pulled twice, but it wouldn’t come back.

By then, the two corpses had already reached him.

Abandoning the whip, he struck one with his bare hand.

Bang!

Its head exploded.

Yet the body continued forward.

Raising its hand, it stabbed straight toward Wan Changluo’s chest.

Wan Changluo spat a cloud of black mist.

Once enveloped, the corpse lost control and collapsed like rotten meat.

At the same time, the final corpse arrived.

Unable to retrieve his black mist and unable to pull back the whip, Wan Changluo used his ultimate technique.

He bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed blood onto the corpse.

Upon touching his blood, the corpse’s flesh rapidly decayed.

Before it could even touch him, it dissolved into a puddle of flesh.

Only then did Wan Changluo turn around to see what had caught his whip.

The whip’s tip was wrapped around a pitch-black short sword.

Holding the sword was a baby-faced white-haired man.

Smiling, the man said:

“As expected of the current Sect Master of the Hehuan Dao. You truly have some skill.”

“Yang Xiao!”

Upon seeing him, Wan Changluo was both furious and confused.

Why hadn’t Yang Xiao attacked from behind earlier?

That had been the perfect opportunity.

Wan Changluo had been completely defenseless.

If you won’t attack, then don’t blame me…

A savage grin appeared on his face.

With a flick of his finger, the whip formed a loop in midair and descended toward Yang Xiao’s head.

Once caught, his neck would be severed instantly.

But Yang Xiao didn’t dodge.

Instead, he smiled calmly, as if he had been waiting for exactly this moment.

Just as the whip loop touched his head, he uttered a single word:

“Explode.”

At that instant, the copper spike lodged in Wan Changluo’s shoulder detonated.

Boom!

A huge hole was blasted through his shoulder.

The explosion hurled him backward.

Seeing Wan Changluo blown away, Che Qianzi eagerly prepared to rush out and take advantage of the situation.

But Sun Desheng stopped him.

“Brother, don’t rush.”

“That’s Yang Xiao. These past few years, I’ve seen him get his victories reversed too many times.”

“Let’s watch a little longer… just a little longer…”

“I heard that…”

Yang Xiao smiled bitterly and turned toward Sun Desheng.

“A few days ago, an expert taught me how to avoid getting overturned.”

“Watch carefully, Sun Desheng.”

“From now on, I, Yang Xiao, will never again be—”

Before he could finish speaking—

The black spider on Wan Changluo’s body suddenly leapt onto Yang Xiao’s shoulder and bit him squarely on the back of the neck.