Meeting of the Dead

Yan Dongxu and the others came to the restaurant, and everyone enjoyed a hearty meal.

Xu Lu really took advantage of him. After a meal, it cost several thousand yuan, with an average per capita consumption of 600 to 700 yuan.

But everyone ate happily. Yan Xinran's little belly was full but she kept stuffing steaks into her mouth.

"You look like a starving ghost reborn. Don't make it seem like I don't feed you well at home," Yan Dongxu said as he wiped his sister's little mouth, speaking tenderly.

Little Xinran giggled and continued eating.

After eating their fill, everyone relaxed, preparing to head back soon.

Suddenly, Xu Lu, who was browsing her phone, exclaimed excitedly, "Wang Yichen was scolded like crazy during the day. He's arguing with netizens online!"

"He even wrote a rap song dissing you. This is a declaration of war!"

Yan Dongxu curiously picked up his phone and skimmed it briefly. He found it very childish.

The gist of Wang Yichen's rap was to mock him for being just a streamer without much talent, who could only rely on his so-called special abilities.

"Xu Lu, find me a music producer tomorrow. Help me arrange the accompaniment. I'll let him know what real music is."

Facing the provocation, Yan Dongxu scorned it. After tomorrow, everyone would know who the real clown was.

On the other side...

One by one, people wearing masks and black cloaks passed through the gloomy, kilometer-long corridor towards the blood-red door hidden in the darkness ahead.

The corridor was extremely deep, like descending into an abyss, making one shudder involuntarily.

The dim red lights flickering intermittently on the ceiling illuminated the bloodstains on the walls, as well as the dried, withered limbs scattered on the floor.

There were countless blood-red claw marks on the walls, and not a few blackened skin tissues still stuck to them.

Very few people knew what this hellish place had experienced.

Because this was the headquarters of the coffin of death.

The person walking at the very front raised his fair arm, revealing slender fingers, and gently knocked on the red door.

"Come in!"

A low, hoarse voice came from inside, sounding like an old man.

Squeak!

The woman's fair palms instantly turned purplish-black, like the hands of a demon.

The tangible black and red paranormal power was like ghost fire burning on the woman's hands.

Boom!

In an instant, the red door seemed to be ignited, burning with raging blood flames.

The two demon-like beasts carved on the door had flames spurting out of their eyes, as if coming alive.

Squeak squeak squeak!

The woman pushed open the heavy door, and a rich, bloody stench gushed out from the gap, rushing up to meet them.

The masked people in black robes behind instinctively raised their arms to cover their faces.

After a long while, when the bloody aura dissipated, they lowered their arms.

"Go in." The woman stood aside, signaling everyone could enter.

The eight people in black robes entered the hall and knelt down on one knee.

In front of them was a huge bronze coffin.

The coffin was entangled with dense bronze chains, standing erect in a pool of blood.

One could vaguely hear the intermittent heartbeats and breathing coming from within the coffin.

Behind the coffin on a high platform were three thrones.

Three figures sat on them, their faces covered by black robes and hidden in darkness.

Behind the thrones stood three coffins.

The materials of the three coffins were different - one pitch-black iron coffin, one wooden coffin made of hardwood, and one crystal clear, transparent crystal coffin.

"Greetings to the three Coffin Masters."

The eight people below knelt down on one knee, right hand placed across their shoulders, and said.

"Rise." The Coffin Master sitting in the middle said lightly.

One could tell this was the person who had let them in earlier.

"I heard that Duke Thousand Faces is dead, and we've lost contact with Iron Sparrow too. What do you all think about this?"

The eight people rose to their feet. They were the remaining eight generals of the Death Coffin.

"Their deaths are related to one person. His name is Yan Dongxu, a live streamer. "

"A streamer? A streamer could sabotage our plans? What about the drugs? Have they been found?" the Coffin Master asked coldly.

"Not found! The drug transporters were careless and caught the attention of the police."

"With their firepower, they could have fought their way out and waited for Chu Yuan and the others to arrive."

"But because of Yan Dongxu, the Firefox Team showed up in Jiangning City."

"One of the injured policemen was Duson's friend, also from the Black Veil. In a fit of rage, Duson killed them all, and the drugs fell into their hands."

"Yan Dongxu's childhood friend is Zhou Quan, the celestial master of Longhu Mountain. It was him who summoned and killed Chu Yuan."

"Also, this person has rather strange abilities. Every morning, women appear and teleport onto his bed. Based on our analysis, he should have the potential to awaken spatial abilities."

The iron-faced gentleman, Bei Xiao, took off his mask and told the truth.

"Spatial abilities? Interesting. What about Ji Tong?" The Coffin Master asked.

"After learning of Chu Yuan's death, Ji Tong wanted to bring people to capture Yan Dongxu and threaten Zhou Quan to come slay him. But after he went, we lost contact and he disappeared."

"This morning we sent people to lurk around Yan Dongxu's residence to investigate. Unexpectedly, the ten people we sent were all captured by the Firefox Team. So Ji Tong is probably..."

Bang!

The Coffin Master sitting on the central throne slammed the armrest heavily, "Who let him act on his own? Do you know why I didn't stop him?"

Whoosh!

The water in the blood pool suddenly surged upwards, morphing into eight bloody palms that grabbed several people by their necks, forcibly lifting them up.

The eight dared not resist, and willingly cut open their own palms to offer their fresh blood.

"Please forgive us, Coffin Master!"

Bang!

Fresh blood gushed out of their wounds and flowed into the blood pool.

Their faces were pale as they knelt on the ground, not daring to lift their heads.

"Enough. Now that things have come to this, punishing them is useless too. Gatekeeper, it's time you went out for some fresh air too. Join the Ten Generals and fill up a position."

"As for the other position... I think this Yan Dongxu is not bad. A spatial ability user? He's qualified for that position too."

The shapely Coffin Master in front of the crystal coffin said lightly.

At her words, the entire hall fell silent.

The eight generals' eyes widened in disbelief, thinking they had misheard.

It was standard practice for the open positions among the Ten Generals to be filled with newcomers, but letting an enemy take up the position of the Ten Generals? What a joke!

Besides, how to get him to join was another problem altogether.

But since it was the Coffin Master's decision, they dared not say anything.

"How long will it take to formulate the gene drug with a 100% success rate of awakening abilities?" The other Coffin Master, who had not spoken, asked.

"The biotech company has been sealed, but the key information is in our hands. To redevelop the drug from scratch, it will probably take two months," said the shortest and fattest man among the eight generals.

"There's enough time. All of you keep a low profile for now. First get the drug formulated, then we'll talk. In the meantime, those failed drugs can be released into the market too."

"We have to make some trouble for the Superhuman Alliance anyway."

"Yes, sir."

"You're all dismissed."

The eight generals left, and the hall fell silent again.

The three Coffin Masters gazed at the bronze coffin in the blood pool.

The old man said lightly: "Hold on for another two months, and you will be reborn."

The three Coffin Masters rose to their feet and knelt before the bronze coffin, bowing to it.

After the ritual, the old man stood up and said to the empty hall, "Shadow, go find Qiao Liao and have him get to work."

"Yes!"

A gloomy voice echoed in the empty hall.