Luo Yao led her people step by step toward Luo Wushuang, whose hands trembled slightly from tension.
The distance between the two groups narrowed to less than seven paces.
Seeing Luo Yao approach, Luo Wushuang decided not to wait helplessly for his fate.
"Within seven paces, a gun is fast and precise. If I die, we all die!" Luo Wushuang shouted this declaration before pulling out his pistol and pulling the trigger at Luo Yao.
But nothing happened.
The person closest to him had a firm grip on his wrist.
"Luo Bangsheng, what are you doing?" Luo Wushuang demanded.
"Sorry. I'm an undercover agent. I want to be a good man," Luo Bangsheng replied.
At the same moment, Luo Yao’s figure flickered like a ghost in front of Luo Wushuang.
With a swift slash of her blade, Luo Wushuang’s entire arm fell to the ground.
"Ah—!"
Everything happened too quickly. Before Luo Wushuang could even react, he had already lost.
Luo Yao scoffed disdainfully.
"Tie him up."
Uncle Fu sighed as he looked at the Gatling gun in his hands.
Another wasted opportunity. What a useless marksman.
With Luo Wushuang incapacitated, his remaining loyal followers surrendered without resistance.
The Luo family had already realized Luo Yao had no intention of sparing them. Memories of the bloodshed the last time she returned sent chills down their spines.
"Family Head, spare me—" Before the plea could finish, a bodyguard knocked the man unconscious.
"Take them all away."
"Yes."
Then, something bizarre unfolded.
The bodyguards strapped double weights onto the Luo family members, threw them into the water, and dove in after them.
Soon, only Uncle Fu restraining Luo Wushuang, Lin Ran, and Luo Yao remained.
Luo Yao picked up a key from Luo Wushuang’s person and pulled out another from her pocket.
"Luo Wushuang, didn’t you want to open it? Since you’re about to die, I’ll show you what’s inside. Consider it your final wish. Honestly, I’m curious too."
There might just be something she wanted in there.
She inserted both keys and turned them.
Luo Wushuang’s eyes widened, his pain momentarily forgotten.
The mountain trembled as mechanisms activated inside. Then…
Nothing. After a long wait, Luo Yao frowned.
"Hahaha! You couldn’t open it either!" Luo Wushuang burst into laughter. "So what’s the truth?"
Lin Ran was equally puzzled. They had both keys—why hadn’t the Dragon Veil opened?
Just then, a vaguely familiar voice echoed.
[What the—? First someone bangs on the door, now they’re trying to open it? Who the heck is it? Don’t they know breaking into a cat’s home is super rude?]
Lin Ran froze. That voice…
Wasn’t that Little Black?
[Hehe, those outside would never guess—opening this door requires one extra step. You need a little paw-print assist! Someone’s gotta press down on my paw mark for the lock to fully disengage.]
Lin Ran stifled a laugh, eyeing a tiny paw print on the stone wall.
He didn’t call out to Little Black, preferring to mess with the feline a bit.
But Lin Ran would never have guessed that Little Black’s home was inside. What exactly was in there?
[Who’s even out there? Should I go take a peek? No way—what if they kill me? Meow meow meow!]
Seeing the door wouldn’t budge, Luo Yao sighed.
Though her curiosity burned, what could she do? They’d have to find another way later.
Maybe there was no treasure to begin with.
Just then, Lin Ran grabbed Luo Yao’s arm.
"Yao Yao, since we’re already here, no need to rush off. The scenery’s actually pretty nice."
Luo Yao glanced at the four skeletons on the ground—one belonging to Luo Tangji, another to her hawk, and the other two likely victims of Luo Wushuang.
Scenery… nice… really?
But since Lin Ran said so, Luo Yao would listen. This was the real Luo Yao.
"Uncle Fu, take Luo Wushuang away. I’ll stay here with A-Ran for a while."
"Understood, Miss." Uncle Fu escorted Luo Wushuang into one of the submersibles.
As he was dragged away, Luo Wushuang remained silent, glaring venomously at Lin Ran.
He knew he had lost—utterly and completely.
Now, only Lin Ran, Luo Yao, the four skeletons, and a severed arm remained in the mountain gorge.
"A-Ran, is there something you want to tell me?"
Seeing no one else around, Lin Ran grinned.
"Want to open this place?"
"It’s impossible. I checked—the stone wall is too solid. Even explosives might not break through."
Lin Ran chuckled but said nothing. Instead, he pressed firmly on the paw print.
A deep rumbling echoed.
Outside the gorge, everyone who had returned to shore heard the noise.
Luo Wushuang, freshly ashore, grew frantic. "Did the Dragon Veil open? Take me back!"
Uncle Fu pinned him down. "Stay put."
Luo Yao stared at Lin Ran in shock. How did he know how to open it?
Even she hadn’t known about this extra step.
"A-Ran, you—"
Before she could finish, Lin Ran heard another voice.
[Oh no oh no, they’re really breaking in! Should I let them in? The mountain’s structure is unstable—once the mechanisms activate, rocks might collapse. What if they get crushed?]
"Meow—!"
Lin Ran’s face darkened. Damn it, why didn’t you say that earlier?!
He grabbed Luo Yao and dashed inside—only to step into empty air and plummet downward.
Outside, the ground shook violently, leaving everyone stunned.
Uncle Fu’s face twisted with worry.
Inside the Dragon Veil, Lin Ran and Luo Yao crashed onto the ground. Fortunately, the fall wasn’t too high—painful but unharmed.
The place was pitch-black. Just as they were about to panic—
Lights flickered on.
Lights?
Electric lights, to be exact.
Was this… normal?
Lin Ran gaped in disbelief.
He couldn’t even locate the light source—the crystal walls reflected the glow, illuminating the space like daylight.
Luo Yao hurried to Lin Ran’s side, checking for injuries.
"Yao Yao, I’m fine."
She frowned at their surroundings. "Why are there lights here?"
Lin Ran knew—Little Black must have brought them. The dazzling effect came from the light refracting off the crystal walls.
The colorful display was oddly beautiful.
Looking up, the exit was nowhere in sight.
Were they trapped?
No matter. Little Black would know the way out.
"Seems like we’re stuck," Lin Ran mused.
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
ey change clothes. Li Chuan contributed all his possessions, only to find that things were not as they seemed. Almost a year after joining, he hadn’t managed to get a single Daoist consort. Thinking he had been deceived, he was approached by a stunning senior fellow disciple who asked if he would like to form a spiritual bond. For those who don’t practice cultivation, they might not know what “forming a spiritual bond” is. Let me put it this way: A long-term relationship is called a “Daoist consort,” while a short-term relationship is known as “forming a spiritual bond.” From then on, Li Chuan discovered the true way to interact with the Yin-Yang Sect’s Daoist consorts. As long as he had enough spirit stones, he could form a spiritual bond with anyone, Whether it’s Senior Sisters, aunts, Daoist consorts of aunts, female elders, Daoist consorts of elders, or even the Daoist consort of the sect leader, anyone can form a spiritual bond as long as there are enough spirit stones.” I've already joined the Yin-Yang Sect, and you're telling me to focus on cultivation? Do you even know what the Yin-Yang Sect is all about?
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
