Three days passed in the blink of an eye, but for some people, they seemed like years. Every minute and every second was as if sitting on pins and needles—someone like Jiang Kui, for instance.

Lu Yun appeared beside him at some point and chit chatted enthusiastically with him. Not only that, but he transmitted all manner of baffling nonsense that gave the impression they were close friends.

Jiang Kui hadn’t understood what Lu Yun was doing at first, but then he noticed killing intent gathering in his surroundings. He immediately broke out in a cold sweat. He’d been the architect of everything in the yin tomb of the Abyssal Hell. He’d led countless outsiders into the yin tomb against Lu Yun, but they, and even their primary bodies, had all died to curses.

Thus, it was very suspicious that Lu Yun was so friendly with Jiang Kui now.

The latter’s scalp ran with numbness. Oftentimes,...