21: Chapter 21 Anyone can call in reinforcements! Come out, my harem!

"Roar!" Over a hundred skinned blood corpses, like a group of evil ghosts crawling out of Hell, let out a hiss and lunged at Su Yang and Lin Bing using both hands and feet.

Although they lacked skin, their muscle tissue was exceptionally developed, and their speed was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, they rushed to the outside of the Golden Light Curse and frantically clawed and rammed against it.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Under such dense attacks, the Golden Light Curse began to tremble violently, emitting an overwhelmed humming sound.

"Su Yang! What should we do?! The bullets are gone!" Lin Bing pulled the trigger, but only heard the "click" of the empty chamber.

She looked at the dense sea of blood-colored monsters surrounding them, her face pale. Even as a battle-hardened special police officer, she felt a deep sense of powerlessness when facing this supernatural sea of monsters.

"Hahaha! It's useless!" The Old Demoness standing on high ground waved her pipe, letting out a harsh, wild laugh.

"These blood corpses have all been refined by my secret techniques; they know no pain and possess infinite strength! Even if you are a practitioner of the Dao, you will be exhausted to death!"

"Little ones! Tear them to pieces for me! Peel that man's skin off for me, completely intact!"

"Exhaust me to death?" Su Yang looked at the crumbling Golden Light Curse, not only not panicking but instead taking a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it, and taking a deep drag.

"Old Demoness, do you have some misunderstanding about the current situation?"

"Do you think you can touch me with just these rotten tomatoes and stinking bird eggs?"

Su Yang blew out a smoke ring, his eyes suddenly becoming sharp.

"I originally wanted to get along with you as an ordinary person, but all I got in return was alienation."

"I'm not pretending anymore; I'm a cheater, I'm showing my cards."

As soon as the words fell, Su Yang abruptly stubbed out the cigarette butt, waved his hands, and shouted, "Come out, everyone! Time to work!"

"Let this Old Yellow Weasel see what a real... female idol group is!"

Hum! Two distinct and terrifying auras instantly erupted from Su Yang!

On the left, red light filled the sky! A beautiful red silhouette appeared out of thin air, wearing a phoenix crown and ceremonial robes, red sleeves dancing, and that monstrous Yin Sha Qi caused the surrounding temperature to instantly drop to freezing point. The Red-Clothed Ghost General—Su Qingcheng!

On the right, purple Qi came from the east! The phantom of a huge bronze coffin flashed by, followed immediately by a cold, aloof older sister wearing a robe embroidered with golden Phoenix stepping through the air. Her skin was like congealed fat, purple flames danced in her eyes, and her whole body exuded the pressure of a Corpse King that suppressed everything. The Thousand-Year Corpse King—Chu Ling!

Once these two peerless fierce entities appeared, the air in the entire operating room seemed to solidify. Those blood corpses that were originally attacking frantically seemed to have encountered their natural predator; they instantly froze in place, shivering, and even their hissing sounds were stifled in their throats.

"This... this is..." The Old Demoness on the high platform looked as if her eyeballs were about to pop out, and the pipe in her hand dropped to the ground with a "clatter."

"The Red-Clothed Ghost General?! The Thousand-Year Corpse King?!"

"How could you possibly control both of these things at the same time?! Which deity are you exactly?!"

Not only the Old Demoness, but even Lin Bing behind him was completely dumbfounded. She had seen Su Qingcheng before, but who was that woman in ancient costume with such an outrageously strong aura next to her? Why were all the people around Su Yang such stunning beauties capable of toppling nations? And... none of them were human?!

"Um... Su Yang, who is this?" Lin Bing asked subconsciously.

"Oh, let me introduce her. This is technician number two... ahem, servant number two, Chu Ling."

Su Yang grinned and pointed at the surrounding blood corpses. "Don't just stand there, you two beauties, want to have a competition?"

"Whoever kills more gets a special reward from me tonight."

Hearing the words "special reward," Su Qingcheng and Chu Ling's eyes instantly lit up. As a ghost and a zombie, Su Yang's pure, masculine Yang Qi was the most delicious supplement in the world for them.

"Do these disgusting pieces of rotten meat deserve to dirty the Master's eyes?" Su Qingcheng snorted coldly and made the first move.

"Ten Thousand Ghosts Devour the Heart!"

Whoosh—She waved her red sleeves, and countless red ghost shadows whistled out, charging into the group of blood corpses like a meat grinder.

Puchi! Puchi! Those blood corpses with infinite strength were as fragile as tofu in front of the Red-Clothed Ghost General, instantly torn into pieces, with a rain of blood flying everywhere.

"Hmph, flashy." Chu Ling was not to be outdone; she was even simpler and more brutal. As a melee mage, she charged straight in, dealing with one kid with every punch.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Every punch she threw would blast a blood corpse into a mist of blood. She was like a heavy tank out of control, charging through the horde of corpses, leaving nothing in her wake.

"One hundred and one!"

"One hundred and two!"

The two women competed while counting as they killed. The blood corpse army that had been so arrogant just moments ago was completely wiped out by these two grandmas in less than half a minute, with not even a complete part to be found. The entire operating room had completely turned into a slaughterhouse.

"Mon... Monsters! They're all monsters!" The Old Demoness on the high platform was now scared to the point of Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering. Although it had several hundred years of cultivation, it only threw its weight around in front of ordinary people; where had it ever seen a situation like this? This wasn't kicking an iron plate; this was kicking a nuclear bomb!

"Run! Must run!" The Old Demoness could no longer care about her image, turning into a streak of yellow smoke and rushing towards the secret passage behind the operating room.

"Want to run?" Su Yang looked at the yellow smoke, a cold smile curling on his lips.

"Qingcheng, Chu Ling, stop fighting for kills, keep the BOSS here first."

"Yes! Master!" The two women responded in unison.

The next second. Swoosh! Su Qingcheng turned into a streak of red light, instantly appearing at the entrance of the secret passage, flicking her red sleeves to seal off the retreat.

Swoosh! Chu Ling followed closely behind, descending from the sky and stomping on the beam above the secret passage, causing it to collapse and block the path.

"Squeak!!!" The Old Demoness was forced back, revealing its true form—an Old Yellow Weasel the size of a calf with gray-white fur. It was arching its back, baring its fangs, and looking with despair at the two malevolent stars blocking it from front and back.

Fight? It couldn't win. Run? It couldn't escape.

"Spare me! Spare me, Immortal!" The Old Yellow Weasel was capable of bending and stretching, directly kneeling on its two hind legs, bowing with its front claws, and weeping bitterly.

"This little demon didn't recognize the great mountain! I offended the Immortal! I beg the Immortal to let this little demon go like a fart!"

"I have money! This hospital has made a lot of money! I'll give it all to you! And those women's skins... no, those beauty secret recipes, I'll give them all to you!"

"Money?" Su Yang walked over slowly with his hands in his pockets, Lin Bing following closely behind him, already numb from this scene.

"Sorry, I'm not interested in money right now."

Su Yang walked up to the Old Yellow Weasel and looked down at it.

"I'm more interested in your skin."

"Don't you like to peel skin?"

"It just so happens that I'm missing a seat cushion, and I think your fur is quite nice; it should be quite warm to sit on in winter."

"No! Don't!" The Old Yellow Weasel was so scared that its fur stood on end, a flash of ferocity appearing in its eyes.

"Since you won't let me live, let's perish together!"

"Yellow Immortal Worships the Moon · Poison Qi Attacks the Heart!"

Phew—A highly concentrated yellow poisonous smoke suddenly spewed out from behind its butt, instantly filling the entire space! This was the Old Yellow Weasel's life-saving ultimate move, incredibly stinky and highly toxic; one sniff would make a person lose consciousness, or even turn into pus.

"Careful! It's poisonous!" Lin Bing's face changed drastically, and she quickly covered her nose and mouth.

However, Su Yang stood in the center of the poisonous fog without even frowning.

"Is that it?" He fanned the air with disgust.

"How many biochemical weapons did you eat? This smell is even stronger than canned herring!"

"However, playing with poison in front of me?"

"Golden Light Curse · Purification!"

Hum! The golden light on Su Yang's body surged, like a blazing sun, instantly evaporating the surrounding poisonous fog completely.

Immediately after. Zzzzz—A blue-white bolt of lightning condensed in his palm, emitting a harsh sound like a thousand birds chirping.

"In your next life, remember to be a hygienic demon."

"Palm Thunder · Annihilate!"

Boom!!! The lightning pierced through the Old Yellow Weasel's body. It didn't even have time to scream before it turned to ashes in the lightning, leaving only a foul-smelling inner core rolling alone on the ground.

"Ding! Congratulations to the Host for killing the five-hundred-year-Old Yellow Weasel demon, acting on behalf of Heaven!"

"Reward: 200 points!"

"Reward: [Illusion Technique (Advanced)]—Can change appearance and body shape at will, essential for home, travel, and murder!"

"Reward: One [youth preserving pearl]—After taking it, one's appearance will remain forever, a god-tier skill for gift-giving!"

Su Yang picked up the youth preserving pearl, and his eyes lit up.

Good stuff! If this thing were taken to an auction, wouldn't those rich women go crazy fighting for it?

However... He looked back at Lin Bing, who was dumbfounded and whose clothes were still a bit disheveled behind him, then thought of Ye Yuqing in the hotel, and the two female ghosts beside him...

There were too many wolves and too little meat; one didn't seem enough to go around?

"Um... is it over?" Lin Bing looked at the mess on the ground and that arrogant man, her voice a bit dry.

"Yeah, work's done." Su Yang clapped his hands and retracted the two women.

He walked up to Lin Bing, looked at her face, which was still beautiful and moving even with dust on it, and suddenly leaned in close.

"Officer Lin, the case is solved, am I the top contributor again?"

"Can the reward this time... be a bit more practical?" Su Yang's gaze fell unreservedly on Lin Bing's alluring red lips.