Peerless Divine Doctor in the City of Flowers
Chapter 299: Drought Demoness, The Real Culprit!

Chapter 299: Chapter 299: Drought Demoness, The Real Culprit!

"Ah!"

A shrill scream, the fake Ning Mengyao heavily crashed onto several Samurai.

Taking advantage of this gap, Lin Fan had already pulled Xu Zhi Rou and rushed onto the high platform.

He kicked two unsuspecting Samurai straight into the deep abyss.

"You’re really ruthless, not even sparing your own wife."

Such a sudden change was indeed beyond everyone’s expectations.

Beitiao Qian Naizi sat up in surprise.

Looking at Lin Fan who was now standing in front of the stone coffin.

Her brows were tightly furrowed.

"Ever heard of ’out with the old, in with the new’?"

Lin Fan squinted his eyes, this was the moment he had been waiting for.

"Husband... you can’t treat me like this..."

The climbing Ning Mengyao, with tears in her eyes, looked at Lin Fan.

A Samurai had already placed a knife across her snow-white neck.

"Enough with the yelling, I don’t have a wife as loose as you. In terms of figure, you’re far behind my wife, and we’ve never played such a boring game as ’san yuan jiu gong’."

Lin Fan stood in front of the stone coffin, gently touching the special patterns on it.

His eyes also meticulously surveyed all the traces.

Trying to find that slight clue.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t find the runes on the knife after searching for so long.

"Kid, I indeed underestimated your brain. You discovered even this, but don’t forget, Xu Zhi Rou behind you still bears my prohibition."

Beitiao Qian Naizi coldly looked at Lin Fan.

She had felt something amiss before he entered the room.

"You really think that your poor poison could deceive me? Your so-called Life-sharing Talisman is nothing more than the Japanese Gold Thread Pulse Setting Skill, which involves inserting gold threads hidden in your hands into the opponent’s meridians, making them lose control of their bodies, which is the so-called Puppetry Technique. Don’t forget, we are your ancestors. Your little tricks can’t fool me."

As Lin Fan spoke, he slapped the stone coffin.

With the lid flying off, it directly smashed towards two Samurai who were trying to sneak up.

The caught-off-guard Samurai were struck in the chest by the thick stone coffin lid.

They flew back five or six meters, landing on the ground coughing up blood endlessly.

"Wow, how beautiful!"

Xu Zhi Rou instinctively looked inside the coffin.

She had thought the coffin contained nothing but dry bones.

Unexpectedly, it was a stunning woman.

Her pale skin had not a trace of blood color.

Yet her red lips were still incredibly bright red.

The woman, dressed in a red robe, didn’t look like a corpse.

More like a sleeping beauty.

Who would have thought that this body had been sleeping in this underground palace for a thousand years?

"Is this the Drought Demon?"

Lin Fan too was stunned by this wondrous scene.

How could this beautiful woman’s body not decay?

Soon, he saw a pearl in the slender fingers of the woman.

The clear and transparent pearl must be the so-called Wind Stabilizing Pearl.

"Give me the Wind Stabilizing Pearl, and I’ll give you your wife!"

Standing below the high platform, Beitiao Qian Naizi couldn’t see the situation inside the stone coffin.

She could only look anxiously at Lin Fan.

"The Wind Stabilizing Pearl is right here, let my wife go first."

Lin Fan’s face was grim as he reached out and took the Wind Stabilizing Pearl the woman was holding.

The ice-cold pearl felt more like a Crystal Ball.

"Give me the pearl first, then I’ll release her!"

Looking at the clear and transparent Wind Stabilizing Pearl, Beitiao Qian Naizi’s eyes were filled with greed.

"Do you think you have the chance to negotiate terms with me?"

Lin Fan smiled, clasping the Wind Stabilizing Pearl in his hand, "Release her immediately, or I’ll throw the Wind Stabilizing Pearl down. Let’s end this, and none of us will get away easy!"

At this moment, no one would trust the other.

If control was lost, who knows what could happen.

"Lin Fan... something... something’s wrong..."

Just as the standoff continued.

Xu Zhi Rou gently tapped Lin Fan’s shoulder.

Her voice trembled, seemingly mixed with a cry.

"What’s happened?"

Standing beside the coffin, Lin Fan instinctively turned his head.

But a face, stunning yet utterly bloodless, appeared less than ten centimeters from him.

The Drought, who should have been lying in the coffin,

was now sitting inside the stone coffin.

She was staring at Lin Fan with lifeless, icy eyes.

"Oh my god..."

This scene frightened Lin Fan into alertness.

Who would have thought that the Drought, sleeping for a thousand years, would actually come to life.

Instinctively, he grabbed Xu Zhi Rou and leaped off the high platform.

At that moment, the Drought had clearly become furious.

"Aah!"

With her beast-like howl,

the entire underground palace began to shake continuously.

The piercing sound caused everyone’s ears to ache.

"Damn it, what is this thing, human or ghost!"

Lin Fan, astonished, covered his ears.

This terrifying scene was even more horrifying than any horror movie.

"The female Drought is an ancestor of the four corpses, possessing eternal life. Quickly use the Wind Stabilizing Pearl to subdue her... otherwise, once she fully awakens, no one will survive!"

Beitiao Qian Naizi, her ears also aching, shouted loudly.

This thing is truly malevolent.

Once awakened, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"You’re so brave, why don’t you go ahead!"

Seeing the Drought already leaping out of the stone coffin,

Lin Fan wouldn’t be foolish enough to confront her directly.

So, with a flick of his wrist,

he threw the Wind Stabilizing Pearl directly at Beitiao Qian Naizi.

At the same time, he threw himself at the large black figure standing in front of her.

"Break for me!"

Lin Fan’s hands formed into palms and he stabbed into the large black figure’s abdomen.

No blood, no scream, but a metallic clang echoed.

The large black figure standing there wobbled.

And his stomach slowly opened.

It wasn’t a real human.

But a wooden puppet.

And Ning Mengyao, unconscious, was curled up inside.

Not giving Beitiao Qian Naizi a chance to speak,

Lin Fan swiftly pulled Ning Mengyao out.

Carrying her, he leaped to the other side.

"Crack crack crack..."

Just as he had jumped away, the original black figure,

closed its belly again.

"What... what’s going on..."

Xu Zhi Rou, her worldview completely overturned, looked at the black figure.

What on earth was that thing.

"All eight of them are Beitiao Qian Naizi’s puppet dolls, controlled by gold threads all over, which is why she never leaves her palanquin, as that’s her control hub."

Holding Ning Mengyao, Lin Fan quickly retreated to the side of a statue,

explaining while rapidly patting on Ning Mengyao’s body.

"Cough cough cough..."

Suddenly, Ning Mengyao started coughing.

Gradually, she opened her eyes.

The moment she looked at Lin Fan in confusion,

a scream from the other side made her shudder.

Only to see that towering woman already charging towards Beitiao Qian Naizi.

Where she passed, chunks of corpse flew everywhere.