Wen Bo's gaze inadvertently swept over the slaves who were currently providing blood， their blood gushing from their bodies toward the palanquin bed. A flicker of panic flashed in his eyes， but he quickly concealed it beneath a facade of humility and flattery. He understood the cruel and merciless nature of this game: either join or be bled dry. He decided to join and vowed to excel.

He knew his own situation best. A graduate of a third-rate university and a researcher from a prestigious overseas university bought with money， all the accolades attached to him were less substantial than the connections his family had with the upper echelons of power. His stability in this scorching hot position depended entirely on the words of those powerful figures.

Looking at Mo Wen， he saw a normal person， yet the naivety of the young man was evident. He thought that through his hard work and talent， he could achieve good results， until reality brutally shattered his illusions. Wen Bo's eyes were instantly filled with hatred and jealousy，“Why does a loser like him still look human， while I've become an ugly monster?“

The bodyguards didn't think much; just moments ago， they stood tall like successful people， but now they were charging forward on all fours like hyenas. Their faces were covered with black patterns， nearly obscuring their entire faces， and their deformed mouths gaped open， revealing sharp， pale teeth. Their dripping saliva made them look like rabid animals. Their gaping mouths seemed ready to swallow Mo Wen whole.

This all happened in a matter of seconds， but to Mo Wen， each frame was so clear， each second so long. The hyena-men rapidly closed the hundred-meter distance in an instant， followed closely by fierce ghost soldiers. Mo Wen turned to flee， but the head of a giant snake demon had already emerged from the wall opposite.

Mo Wen had respected this boss， who was young and influential in his professional field and continued to rise in non-professional areas. He remembered watching the news in the company， where the boss spoke eloquently. A colleague told Mo Wen that just seeing the boss scared him， and hearing the boss's reprimands kept him up at night.

It was then that Mo Wen realized these workers constantly hoped to be uplifted by powerful figures， fearing the loss of the livelihoods provided by these powerful people， always being taught to be grateful. In essence， they floated and sank in a sea of desires， hoping for cultivation from the powerful to satisfy their own desires， power， money， women， and more respect， while inevitably experiencing gains and losses.

But when he saw with his own eyes that this immensely esteemed person was a soul-selling ghost slave， his world as a worker collapsed. Mo Wen's heart pounded like a drum， his legs stiff as stones. He kept shouting internally， run， run， but not a muscle moved. He remembered those days when every reprimand from the boss was like thunder in his ears， and now， the person he respected was a complete monster.

Two hyena-men had already pounced in front of Mo Wen， their bloody mouths rapidly enlarging before him. These once-human monsters revealed savage brutality towards their kind. At this critical moment， a green light flashed from Mo Wen's chest， encircling him with a halo of mysterious spells. He felt a warm sensation throughout his body， as if a force was protecting him. The two hyenas screamed as if they had hit an invisible wall， bounced off， blood streaming from their mouths， one of them even breaking a tooth.

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Mo Wen realized he had stumbled upon a treasure; this simple Buddha statue was actually a magical artifact. These cultivators’ treasures often appeared crude and unremarkable， making them easy to overlook.

As Mo Wen clutched the Buddha amulet in relief， a deep male voice suddenly rang in his ears，“What are you standing there for? Run!“ The words felt familiar， like something his father had said when he was a child， but the memory was hazy. Seeing the bald man， Mo Wen felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity， and without hesitation， he rushed towards him， his legs steady once more.

The bald man， Red Raven， charged forward with wide eyes， chanting the six-syllable mantra，“Om Mani Padme Hum.“ Red Raven stood like a mountain before Mo Wen， his right hand raised before his chest， emitting a golden light. The two hyena-men hesitated， cautiously on guard， baring their teeth and growling， ready to attack.

Suddenly， Red Raven pulled out a wooden stool leg from behind him and struck the hyena-men mercilessly， making them howl in pain， snot and tears streaming down their faces， their heads bleeding. The hyena-men grew even more furious， their unclear roars revealing that the human part of them was visibly diminishing.

More hyena-men arrived， half-surrounding Red Raven， but their bodies were constantly being knocked away， crashing into the walls with a thud.

Mr Richman， in the palanquin， now stood with an unhappy expression， his face dark as a stormy sky. Wen Bo， skilled at reading faces， broke into a cold sweat and crawled out slowly. Mr Richman watched his retreating figure， cursing，“Useless!“ The hyenas redoubled their efforts to attack.

Red Raven discarded the broken stool leg， swinging his fists like iron， each punch whistling through the air， sparks flying. Every punch hit like a sandbag， echoing with a thud. The bodyguards were cunning and agile， but Red Raven met them with his iron-like body and superb combat skills. He moved like a beast， dodging the ghost soldiers' attacks while retaliating mercilessly. Each strike generated shockwaves， stirring up gusts of wind.

The young monks in the temple were stunned by the scene， unable to believe the honored guest was such a monster. Regaining their senses， they frantically called for others to close the doors. Terrified， they scattered， and upon seeing the abbot， they fell to the ground in fear， chanting“Amitabha“ repeatedly.

More bodyguards leaped into the shadows， approaching Red Raven and Mo Wen like dark shadows. Suddenly， black smoke billowed out from Mr Richman's mouth.

The important figure had now turned into a giant toad， its skin dark and slimy， as if it had just crawled out of a swamp. Its short limbs were clumsy yet powerful， each movement accompanied by a dull“thud.“ Its gaping mouth seemed capable of devouring everything， constantly spewing thick， suffocating black smoke.

Red Raven and Mo Wen， standing not far away， felt dizzy and nauseous after just a whiff of the smoke， as if the world was spinning. They couldn't help but retch. The black smoke spread， forming an invisible net that tightly ensnared them.

Meanwhile， the hyena-men seized the opportunity to intensify their attacks， grinning ferociously with sharp fangs， their eyes glinting with malice. Red Raven and Mo Wen were forced to divide their attention， struggling against both the black smoke and the hyena-men. Red Raven's body felt as heavy as lead， his every move growing weaker; Mo Wen， too， found it hard to stand due to dizziness.

Under these conditions， their movements became increasingly sluggish， their steps more erratic. Sensing their weakness， the hyena-men launched even fiercer attacks.

The two wanted to escape， but their vision was obscured. From the alley entrance， a huge figure approached， each step shaking the ground. In front were the hyena-men， behind was the snake demon， and on both sides were high walls， leaving no way out. The hyena-men gathered， blocking the alley， slowly advancing towards Red Raven and Mo Wen.

The snake demon had already entered the alley， its cold eyes fixed on the two， as if its prey had fallen into its trap. Red Raven's face grew grim， and he retreated slowly，“Brother， it looks like today is a dead end. I can't complete the task given by my master. In hell， remember my name， I'll look after you!“