This was a doll art gallery, decorated in a minimalist and stylish manner, yet undeniably expensive.

What met the eye were dolls of all kinds: charming and cute young girls, mature and alluring women, sharply dressed young men, elderly men with canes...

Shelves along the wall displayed various doll-related products, while under the spiral staircase, cardboard boxes contained doll bodies, with some limbs even piled directly on top of the boxes.

These dolls were exquisitely elegant, their features lifelike, emanating an inexplicable sense of eeriness and gloom. They all faced the same direction, their hollow gazes converging at one point.

An ordinary person, if they accidentally stumbled into this kind of doll museum at night, would definitely be scared enough to wet their pants on the spot.

On the bright and shiny marble floor, a tattered cotton quilt was spread out.

The quilt was large, capable of accommodating more than a dozen people, covering a good portion of the doll art gallery.

Nine human-shaped outlines were visible on the surface of the quilt, with Fu Qingyang in the center, flanked by Elder Gaofeng on his left and Elder Hongying on his right.

On Elder Gaofeng's side were "High Mountain Flowing Water," "Good Minister Chooses Lord to Kill," and three men; on Elder Hongying's side were Yin Ji, Summer Tree Love, and Flower Whisper, three female Saints.

Fu Qingyang tilted his head, the quilt casting a shadow over his face. His gaze swept calmly over the doll art gallery, and he said, "Elder Gaofeng, has your lower body recovered?"

The dark and thin Elder Gaofeng tilted his head, shaking his head with a solemn expression, "Not yet, but the power of the curse is beginning to weaken. Elder Hongying, what about your chest?"

Elder Hongying said coldly, "None of your concern."

The official team had encountered a major crisis. After the Ghost City revived, the official members had intended to remain still and respond to all changes with constancy.

But what they faced was the successive revival of the supernatural entities in the shops, which rushed out of the shops, besieging the living who had entered the city, coveting their essence and vitality.

In a moment of crisis, Fu Qingyang discerned a solution: take the initiative to enter the shops.

The supernatural power of the Ghost City had a strong sense of territory, or rather, rules, which prevented it from entering the shops of "competitors."

Therefore, as long as they continued to fight their way through, they could avoid being devoured by the ghosts in the city.

But this was drinking poison to quench their thirst, because they had no chance of clearing a dungeon of Demi-God level difficulty. Not even thirty lives would be enough.

Nevertheless, they had managed to hold on for a night. Fu Qingyang, wearing the Swordsman's cloak, was incredibly sharp and unmatched in his attacks. Elder Hongying innately suppressed vengeful spirits and Yin corpses, while Elder Gaofeng's defense was a reliable shield for everyone.

But in this doll art gallery, they finally couldn't hold on any longer.

There were no terrifying supernatural entities in this doll museum, only dolls arranged in a chaotic manner. The danger came from these very dolls.

The moment the official team stepped into the doll museum, they were targeted by the dolls.

Then a terrible crisis descended. Everyone's body, including Elder Hongying's, began to be converted into mannequin models.

Elder Gaofeng's lower body turned into a doll, Elder Hongying's was her chest, Yin Ji's was her buttocks, Flower Whisper's was her back. Everyone had some part of their body transformed into a model.

This was a terrible curse, at least a peak Overlord-level curse.

Its level exceeded that of the three Overlords present.

At the critical moment, Elder Gaofeng grabbed a tattered quilt and shouted, "Quick, get under the covers!"

Only then were the others saved.

An Earth-elemental profession, an Overlord-level rule-based item - Coward's Quilt.

The quilt could withstand all attacks in the world, and even a Demi-God could not destroy it with brute force.

This rule-based item had three costs:

First, poverty. The holder of the item would forever be estranged from money. Any wealth given to him in any form would eventually leave him.

Second, time. Each time the quilt was unfolded, a specified amount of time had to pass before the quilt could be lifted. The duration was four hours. If they did not leave the quilt after four hours, they would be sealed inside the quilt forever, until death. During this period, those hiding inside the quilt could not perform any actions.

Third, cowardice. Once one accepted the protection of the quilt, they would inevitably become cowardly.

Elder Hongying tilted her head,

Staring at Qian Gongzi's sculpted profile, she said:

"Does 'we can't go out even if we die' mean that we should at least die elegantly sealed in the quilt? We've been hiding in the quilt for two and a half hours already."

Elder Gaofeng sighed:

"Rather than dying elegantly, it would be better to choose to become a doll. Look at those dolls, how elegant."

Fu Qingyang said indifferently:

"No, dying in the quilt is even more elegant. The three guardians of Dark Night Rose are waiting for us to make a choice. If we choose to become dolls, we would be their deer heads hanging on the wall, their ivory displayed on the shelves, becoming collectibles, which is very undignified."

The Saints were extremely anxious and frightened in their hearts, wondering why the Elders still had the leisure to chat at a time like this.

Their lives were already counting down.

In terms of facing life and death, the mental fortitude of the Saints was far inferior to that of the Overlords.

When the Ghost City revived, the Saints were not flustered at all, confident that the Marshal would come to rescue them, their mentality as steady as an old dog.

When clearing the haunted houses along the street, the Saints were not flustered at all, confident that the Marshal would eventually come to rescue them.

But after they had been hiding in the quilt for two and a half hours, they were panicking like crazy.

There was no time left. They only had half an hour of life remaining, and at this time, the Marshal seemed to still be on horseback on the way.

"I I I… shouldn't have agreed to Yuan Shitianzun." The little fatty said in a trembling voice, "What does the Pure Yang Sect Leader have to do with me? I was doing well delivering my takeout, the best in performance. I shouldn't have gotten involved."

Yin Ji tilted her head, looking at the little fatty through many heads, "It wasn't Yuan Shitianzun who got you involved, it was the Elders of your Southern faction, and they seem to have run away ahead of time."

How could an experienced Overlord-level illusionist die at the same time? Most likely they had detected the existence of the Ghost City in advance and run away.

Although they failed to kill the Pure Yang Sect Leader, it was still worth it to be able to kill three official Overlords.

As for Good Minister Chooses Lord to Kill, a mere Saint, they could just abandon him.

The little fatty fell silent.

The others were not in the mood to participate in the discussion.

Flower Whisper's face was pale, as if facing the end of the world. Summer Tree Love looked bitter, and the male stewards were equally pessimistic and depressed, like death row inmates heading to the execution ground.

At this moment, a dark red glimmer rushed in from outside the shop, it was a pair of brand new and exquisite little dance shoes.

The dance shoes rushed into the shop with a "patta patta" sound, heading straight for Fu Qingyang. Without saying a word, they started kicking him fiercely through the quilt.

Bang bang bang!

Muffled kicking sounds echoed in the shop. Every kick was full of force, as if they had an irreconcilable hatred with Fu Qingyang.

However, its attacks didn't even amount to scratching an itch.

"This is…" Flower Whisper, whose face was pale and expression fearful, suddenly had a burst of light in her almond-shaped eyes.

Yin Ji's breathing quickened, "Yuan Shitianzun's Red Dance Shoes!"

Everyone's eyes lit up, including the three Overlords.

These were Yuan Shitianzun's Red Dance Shoes. He had used these Red Dance Shoes during the arena competition.

"Yuan Shitianzun is here!" Summer Tree Love's eyebrows relaxed, and she said excitedly.

In the moment of despair, that young man, as dazzling as the sun, shone into their hearts.

"Enough, enough, these Yin corpses and spirit servants are enough for me to use until I reach the Overlord level. Thank you, elder sister."

The young man, as dazzling as the sun, was busy kowtowing, even calling her "elder sister."

On the dark street, in front of a shop called "Ghost Guerrilla," Zhang Yuanqing obtained his ninth Yin corpse.

After the Marshal helped seal it, he took out his Little Red Riding Hood to store the boy Yin corpse.

During their ten-minute exploration, they had collected a total of nine Yin corpses and six vengeful spirits. Most of them were at level four and five, with only two Yin corpses and one vengeful spirit at level six.

And they would be sealed for a long time, until Zhang Yuanqing raised his experience points to the peak of level six.

With his current amount of Yin power storage, it would be difficult for him to continue nurturing and controlling Yin objects of the same level, unless he specialized in Yin power.

Anyway, level six combat power was enough

For him to use. It's no use biting off more than one can chew. Besides, what Zhang Yuanqing needed most now was actually some low-level Yin objects that could be used as cannon fodder.

He needed both high-end combat power and low-end cannon fodder.

Seeing Guan Ya's boyfriend put away the Yin objects, Fu Qingxuan said slowly:

"It's time to pick up the trash, and by the way, deal with those three scoundrels."

Saying that, she reached out and pressed on Zhang Yuanqing's shoulder.

Eh, why isn't she turning on the navigation this time? Zhang Yuanqing complained inwardly. The next second, he once again experienced the pain of a steel knife shaving his hairline.

Fortunately, this pain only lasted for two or three seconds, and his feet once again touched the ground. He appeared outside a doll museum. The shop door was wide open. The bright and shiny display hall was filled with lifelike, oh no, not lifelike but栩栩如生 dolls.

Following their gloomy and hollow gazes, Zhang Yuanqing looked at the tattered quilt spread out on the floor tiles.

Nine people were lying side by side, covered with a deep blue tattered quilt, only showing their heads, looking like the servants in the wealthy families of Northeast China in the early years, sleeping side by side on a kang.

Tattered quilt? The Coward's Quilt that Summer Tree Love mentioned in "Battle of Yueshan", was referring to Elder Gaofeng's rule-based item?

Pfft, their current posture was utterly devoid of any status.

While Zhang Yuanqing breathed a sigh of relief, he also found this scene indescribably comical.

When Zhang Yuanqing saw them, Fu Qingyang and the others, who were craning their necks and staring at the shop door, also saw Yuan Shitianzun and the Marshal.

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhang Yuanqing, relying on the hand speed he had honed from being single for many years, quickly took out his mobile phone and opened the camera.

"Click!"

The flash of light flashed by, and the nine people's stiff expressions were frozen on the screen.

Zhang Yuanqing put away his mobile phone, pretending that nothing had happened, and said in a serious tone: "Everyone, the Marshal has come to save you."

The three Overlords and six Saints revealed joy and excitement at surviving a great disaster, and then they all glanced at Yuan Shitianzun's trouser pocket where he was hiding his mobile phone.

At this time, Fu Qingxuan had already scanned the doll museum and understood the crisis inside. Stepping over the threshold, she pointed her fingers like a sword and swept her arm horizontally.

More than a dozen exquisite dolls were cut in half at the waist, and their broken bodies "ping ping pang pang" fell to the ground.

"You are safe now," she said calmly.

The Empress was cold and majestic, as if she had only done something insignificant.

Elder Gaofeng immediately got up, lifted the thick tattered quilt, and put this rule-based item into his inventory.

"Greetings Marshal! Thank you Marshal for saving our lives." The three Elders bowed.

During this process, the Red Dance Shoes tirelessly kicked Fu Qingyang, vowing not to stop until he was killed.

The Saints bowed fearfully, not daring to breathe loudly. Faced with the supreme Alliance Leader, humility and humbleness were attitudes that must be displayed.

Unlike Yuan Shitianzun, even standing next to the Marshal, he did not have the slightest restraint or tension. He was truly a legendary figure who was born rebellious and full of rebellious spirit.

"No need to thank me, it was Yuan Shitianzun who locked onto your location, which allowed me to enter," the female Marshal raised her hand.

Everyone was surprised. They didn't expect Yuan Shitianzun to have played such a crucial role, and their eyes showed more gratitude towards him.

Elder Hongying and Elder Gaofeng nodded to Zhang Yuanqing to express their thanks.

Zhang Yuanqing gave Yin Ji and Summer Tree Love a gentlemanly smile.

After Fu Qingxuan finished speaking, she turned to leave the shop, her gaze suddenly fixed on Fu Qingyang's cloak.

"Let me take a look at it."

As the strongest scout in the world, she could tell at a glance that this was a rare treasure for her profession.

Just as Fu Qingyang was about to refuse, the cloak behind him was torn away by a great force and flew into the Marshal's hands with a whoosh.

Fu Qingxuan grabbed the cloak and stared at it for a few seconds, her light green heterochromatic pupils blossoming with dazzling brilliance.

This was the first time Zhang Yuanqing had seen her show an excited expression. Conversely, the more excited the older sister was, the more anxious the younger brother was.

"Where did you get this item? It's wasted on you, give it to me," Fu Qingxuan said.

"Shameless."

Fu Qingyang's forehead bulged with veins, like Prince Shou Li Mao whose wife was snatched by his father, the Emperor.

Yes, yes, the cloak is the boss's beloved item. Marshal, how is your action different from Emperor Li Longji robbing his son of his wife? Zhang Yuanqing wanted to say a few words for his boss, but unfortunately, he was of low status and couldn't speak his mind, so he could only watch the show.

Elder Gaofeng and Elder Hongying looked at their noses and their hearts. It was Fu family's business if the elder sister wanted to snatch the younger brother's toy.

"Don't be so stingy. This Marshal saved your life, so give me an item as a reward. It's only reasonable… Alright, alright, can I borrow it for a few days?" Seeing that his younger brother was ready to fight to the death, Fu Qingxuan reluctantly took a step back.

She put the cloak on her shoulders, "With a 40% increase, I can try out my self-created swordsmanship."

Saying that, she took out a bronze sword from her inventory, and suspended it in mid-air, lightly tapping the spine of the sword with her slender jade fingers.

The golden cloud patterns on the cloak emitted a faint glow.

"Ding!"

The bronze sword let out a clear dragon roar, and unexpectedly split into two identical swords.

A touch of joy appeared on Fu Qingxuan's cold face. She had been studying this swordsmanship for a long time, but had not been able to succeed. Her ideal state was to split two sword energies.

Each one would have the power of the main body. But even when she was at her best, she could only split one sword energy.

This cloak directly raised her swordsmanship to another level.

If she had had the cloak last night, she would have already chopped off the head of the King of Fear's dog.

The three bronze swords flew through the air, whistling out.

A few seconds later, the people in the museum heard several hoarse screams coming from the darkness.

Then the three flying swords returned with three corpses, hovering outside the doll museum.

Fu Qingxuan waved her hand, and two of the bronze swords disappeared, and the corpses on them fell to the ground with a thud.

She then took back the last bronze sword.

These three corpses were all wearing cloaks, and were none other than the three guardians of Dark Night Rose.

Overlord-level experts, gone like cutting weeds.

"Dark Night Rose has the Mother God's womb of the Chu family, these three will be resurrected in the Northwest. Remember their appearances, and issue a wanted order later."

Fu Qingxuan waved her hand and remotely knocked off the hoods of the three Overlords. Under the hoods were an old man with white hair, a middle-aged man with a gloomy face, and a middle-aged woman with an ordinary appearance.

Zhang Yuanqing carefully memorized the appearances of the three people, but did not find corresponding figures in his memory.

Suddenly, an exclamation came from behind him from Elder Hongying, "Elder Shanhe Yongcun?!"