Xu Mu and the others had just stepped into the ruins when they found a vast grassland unfolding before them.
The grass only grew to ankle height at most. It was safe to say that in this area, there was absolutely nowhere to hide.
"This is a formation. Just as I thought, Wang Hun's goal was to lure me here and kill me."
Xu Mu turned around to check the entrance they had come through, only to find it had already vanished.
Yang Lielan also glanced back and then asked, "Who exactly are you? Why does Wang Hun want to kill you?"
"Because..."
"Because I like to nip danger in the bud. This man, Xu Mu, poses a threat to me, so naturally, I have to eliminate him as early as possible."
At that moment, a middle-aged man wearing a suit and sunglasses appeared in the distance.
"Wang Hun! It really is you! I'll kill you!"
Seeing the man before her, Yang Lielan instantly erupted with power.
However, Xu Mu reached out and stopped her. "He's not real, it's just a simple projection formation. But this does prove one thing—Wang Hun is indeed inside these ruins."
"Xu Mu, you are very smart."
Wang Hun said indifferently, "I am inside these ruins, and I can see you and communicate with you."
"Wang Hun, cut the crap with me. If I dare to come in with my current cultivation level, aren't you going to come out and meet your death?"
Xu Mu mocked Wang Hun, "Or are you afraid of me?"
"Guoguo, you really disappoint me. I gave you eyes that can see things clearly, yet you betrayed me and defected to my enemy."
Wang Hun did not answer Xu Mu, but instead looked at Tong Guoguo. "If you help me kill Xu Mu now, I can forgive you and let you continue to stay by my side."
Yang Lielan narrowed her eyes, surprised that this red-haired woman used to be Wang Hun's subordinate.
"Wang Hun! You've been lying to me from the very beginning. I was just your test subject. All the hardships I suffered were because of you, yet you disguised yourself as a saint to make me loyal to you."
Tong Guoguo clenched her fists, her eyes fixed on the distant figure, her body trembling. "I've had enough! I've had enough!"
"Guoguo, it seems you know everything now. In a way, I created you. I am your father."
Wang Hun shook his head helplessly. "As a father, I really don't want to strike down my own daughter."
"Wang Hun, stop being so hypocritical. What kind of father treats his daughter as a test subject and implants materials into her body without permission? Do you have any idea how high the risk of death was?"
Xu Mu placed his hand on Tong Guoguo's shoulder.
[Affection +15]
Hearing Xu Mu's words, Tong Guoguo lowered her head.
"Every great beginning is inevitably accompanied by sacrifice."
Wang Hun said calmly.
"I'll say it again: why don't you sacrifice yourself?"
Xu Mu sneered.
"Because my brain holds the knowledge to change the world. The identities of many people in this world are destined from the very beginning."
Wang Hun raised his hand and patted his chest. "I am destined to be the strategist in the rear, and Tong Guoguo is a soldier on the battlefield. Obeying orders is her bounden duty. Just like in ancient siege warfare, the people in the front line are bound to die. If no one goes, how can a war be fought?"
Hearing this, Xu Mu smiled and clapped his hands. "Bravo! And when the siege is successful, with countless dead and wounded, the medal of honor gets pinned on you, Wang Hun, right?"
"The world has always been like this, hasn't it? You only remember the generals who led the troops. How many names of the dead soldiers can you remember?"
Wang Hun shook his head gently. "And Guoguo was my most capable soldier. Guoguo, I really don't want to kill you. Come back."
"Well said. No wonder Guoguo was brainwashed by you. Let me ask you, if one day, you, the strategist general, become an abandoned pawn, will you accept your fate, or will you run away or rebel?"
Xu Mu smiled as he looked at Wang Hun. "I believe you would choose the latter."
Tong Guoguo nodded inwardly. Xu Mu was absolutely right, based on her understanding of Wang Hun.
Wang Hun was an extremely selfish person; his own life was the most important thing.
"Wang Hun, you are a despicable man who uses the guise of righteousness to seek personal gain. All this talk about generals and soldiers is just an excuse. You're just a coward who clings to life and fears death, a bastard who uses other people's lives to satisfy your own desires!"
Xu Mu sneered.
Tong Guoguo's red eyes looked at Xu Mu beside her, a faint light flickering in them.
[Affection +20]
What Xu Mu said made too much sense. Back when she was at the Immortality Research Institute, what Wang Hun said the most was that great things are often accompanied by sacrifice.
Tong Guoguo had been brainwashed by these words, always believing that Wang Hun's research could turn the world upside down.
So what if she sacrificed herself?
Listening to Xu Mu today, she finally realized that despite Wang Hun's lofty words, to put it bluntly, he was just afraid of death.
To achieve his goals, he had captured so many innocent people.
And this so-called goal wasn't even that great. When Tong Guoguo was at the Immortality Research Institute, she had also come into contact with quite a few experts.
The reason the Immortality Research Institute was named Immortality was, frankly, just to grant eternal life to the few elders guarding the institute.
"It seems the negotiations have failed."
After Wang Hun said this, his projection disappeared from their sight.
Right then, the surrounding ground began to shake violently. The next moment, the grass on the ground suddenly started to grow wildly.
Eventually, it turned into vines that attacked Xu Mu and the others.
These vines were covered in massive thorns, lashing at them like whips.
Xu Mu and the others unleashed their power, turning their Qi into a defense.
Meng Wanyue and Dai Xingluo also drew their weapons and attacked the vines.
Swish, swish, swish!
The figures of the two women flickered around Xu Mu, severing all the incoming vines and dropping them to the ground.
"Brother, is this all the formation has..."
Before Dai Xingluo could finish, the surrounding vines began to grow again.
She and Meng Wanyue continued to slash at the vines.
However, the vines covered an increasingly large area, becoming dense and pervasive.
Seeing this, Yang Lielan stomped her foot on the ground.
Boom!
A spherical barrier of flames appeared around her body.
As soon as the vines touched the barrier, they were all burned to ashes.
"Do you understand formations?"
Yang Lielan looked at Xu Mu and asked.
"I know a thing or two."
Xu Mu said with a smile.
"Can you break this formation?"
The fireball around Yang Lielan's body did not disappear; it continued to swirl around her.
"Let me study it. However, the purpose of this formation should be attrition. Wang Hun is a cautious man. He's using the formation to drain our Qi first, and when we are almost spent, he'll send experts to kill us."
As Xu Mu spoke, he crouched on the ground to study the formation.
After sensing it for a while, he discovered it was a level-eight formation, which he couldn't easily break at his current level.
However, Xu Mu did notice one thing.
This formation was built temporarily.

for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?

lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."

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