I Made The World Mutate

"This..."

Xiao Mu stopped subconsciously and looked around.

The situation was severe. He had encountered a Starving Ghost at Aunt Chen's house, which also had a bloody smell, but it was nowhere near as serious as this place.

Remember, this was inside the Zhao Family's courtyard, and he wasn't even in the Ancestral Hall yet. If the courtyard was already this serious, what could the conditions inside the Ancestral Hall be like?

"Where is your family's Ancestral Hall? Please take me there."

Xiao Mu turned back and looked at Zhao Xuewen.

Zhao Xuewen's expression was as usual, clearly unable to smell this heavy blood scent.

"Mr. Mu, please come with me."

Zhao Xuewen noticed Xiao Mu's face turn solemn as soon as he stepped into his family's courtyard, and his heart immediately jumped.

Could the situation be severe?

Amidst his nervousness, he led Xiao Mu to a certain house.

The house was in a corner, not large, but very unique and clean.

This was the Zhao Family's Ancestral Hall.

The door was even left open, with a man in his thirties inside.

As soon as Xiao Mu entered, the man's attention was focused on him. He looked at Xiao Mu repeatedly, his expression slightly hostile.

Xiao Mu also took the opportunity to size up the man. With his keen eyesight, it was not hard to realize that the man was a martial artist, with his vigorous Blood Qi and strong Momentum.

Of course, this was Xiao Mu's guess. Although this was his first time encountering a martial artist, with his Dao Method Spiritual Energy cultivation background, he would not make a mistake in such matters.

This man was indeed a martial artist.

However, Xiao Mu was not focused on the man.

In fact, as soon as he had stepped into the Ancestral Hall, his gaze was drawn towards the situation inside, giving birth to an intense unease within him.

The Ancestral Hall was filled with a heavy Blood Qi.

It was Blood Qi, not the smell of blood.

Blood scent was a smell, whereas Blood Qi was a color.

Blood Qi was also known as Blood Light.

The whole room was a dense blood red color. Of course, this was only visible to Xiao Mu's eyes. Those who cultivated spirituality could see many things that ordinary people could not.

The Blood Light within the room almost congealed into an evil energy, ascending to the sky, piercing through the roof of the Ancestral Hall, directly reaching the clouds.

Xiao Mu felt a tremor in his heart:

Was there some terrible evil entity about to awaken?

Blood Qi ascending to the sky signified the emergence of an evil entity. They were not ordinary paranormal entities or objects, nor were they commonly referred to as treasures, but Ghost Objects, Demon Objects, monsters, which were different from common ghosts and quite terrifying.

The stronger the Blood Qi, the stronger the evil entity that was about to emerge.

From the density of the Blood Qi permeating the Zhao Family's Ancestral Hall, the entity was hardly trivial, and its emergence was likely to be within the Ancestral Hall itself.

Xiao Mu lowered his head, unable to resist touching his briefcase.

The briefcase carried all his necessary items, including his Peach Wood Sword and various Dao Talismans he had recently made.

Xiao Mu fell into contemplation: with the items he had on hand, would he be able to fend off this emerging entity?

Still, he didn't find very reassuring.

For a moment, he even had the thought of turning around and leaving.

The evil entity about to emerge from the Zhao Family's Ancestral Hall was too strong and too dangerous. Perhaps leaving now would be the best choice.

However, when it came to leaving, Xiao Mu was torn.

The greater the danger, the greater the reward, an unchanging law.

If he left, he would gain nothing.

So Xiao Mu furrowed his brow, his mind in conflict. His right hand tightly holding the carrying case, he fell deep into thought.

Following that, as if he had suddenly realized something, his eyes brightened and his confidence rose spontaneously.

Perhaps...

"Mr. Qiao, have you figured out where the problem lies?"

Zhao Xuewen apparently didn't notice Xiao Mu. As soon as he entered the ancestral hall, his gaze fell on the martial artist in his thirties who was in the hall.

Mr. Qiao frowned at Xiao Mu. Xiao Mu's attitude after entering the ancestral hall displeased him.

This man, after entering the ancestral hall, had completely ignored his presence, looking around the hall, feigning an air of inscrutability.

Yes, feigning.

In Mr. Qiao's eyes, Xiao Mu's behavior clearly indicated him trying to appear wise, which Mr. Qiao scoffed at in his heart.

So, feeling displeased, he didn't answer Zhao Xuewen's question, but instead glanced disdainfully at Xiao Mu and asked Zhao Xuewen, "Mr. Zhao, are you not going to introduce him?"

"Sorry, sorry!"

Zhao Xuewen noticed Mr. Qiao's displeasure and quickly introduced them with an apologetic face, "Mr. Qiao, this is Mr. Mu. Mr. Mu, this is Mr. Qiao Feng."

On hearing the introduction, Xiao Mu couldn't help but take an extra look at Mr. Qiao.

Undoubtedly, this man was also using a pseudonym. Immediately, he courteously said, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Qiao!"

Qiao Feng grunted in displeasure, bluntly saying, "Whatever!"

Xiao Mu kept his composure, took another hard look at Qiao Feng, and drew his conclusion.

This guy is a little overconfident, hopefully he doesn't get scared when the demon object emerges.

Immediately afterward, Zhao Xuewen asked Qiao Feng again, "Mr. Qiao, have you found the problem yet?"

Qiao Feng, with a relaxed expression, answered arrogantly, "It's just a mere evil ghost causing trouble. Mr. Zhao, rest assured, with me here, the evil ghost would be no match for me."

Zhao Xuewen breathed a sigh of relief and quickly flattered, "With Mr. Qiao saying this, I feel relieved."

However, on hearing their conversation, Xiao Mu couldn't help but frown slightly.

A mere evil ghost?

Qiao Feng clearly didn't realize the gravity of the situation. The emergence of a demon object was not something a mere evil ghost could compare to.

This guy is so overconfident, I'm afraid he won't be much help when the demon object emerges.

"This guy hasn't explained what's going on yet?"

Qiao Feng glanced at Xiao Mu again and said to Zhao Xuewen.

He had spoken his views, but Xiao Mu hadn't, which made him feel very uneasy.

"Mr. Mu...."

Zhao Xuewen shifted his gaze to Xiao Mu.

But just as he was about to ask, the sound of knocking echoed once more.

Knock, knock, knock!

"Sorry, please wait here for a little while, I have to go pick someone up."

Zhao Xuewen left the words behind, turned around, and left the ancestral hall to meet someone.

As soon as Zhao Xuewen left the ancestral hall, Qiao Feng's expression darkened, and he stared coldly at Xiao Mu, threateningly saying, "Friend, just to be clear, don't mess with my prey, or don't blame me for being rude."

Prey?

Who knows who the real prey is?

Xiao Mu didn't think highly of him in his heart. This 'Qiao Feng' was too overconfident. The emergence of the demon object was definitely not as simple as he described it to be.

But despite his disbelief, Xiao Mu kept a calm face and lightly said, "Whoever kills it, gets it."

"It better be."

Qiao Feng warned again coldly, "But if I make the first move, please don't interfere."

Xiao Mu nodded, taking this as acceptance.

How things would turn out is still uncertain. Talking about the spoils of the battle is premature at this point; The foremost priority is to survive the emergence of the demon object.