The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!-Chapter 244: Flesh Eating Monsters!

He strode forward with the energy of a man about to make life insurance necessary in the cultivation world.

"Shi Yan, wait—!" Deng Lei called after him, reaching out—but already knowing it was hopeless.

Shi Yan ignored him.

"I'm no fool," he added over his shoulder. "I'll just grab the treasures fast and come right back. What's the worst that can happen?"

Su Xiaobai tilted his head slightly.

"Famous last words, huh."

Even Lan Tian frowned.

"This feels… wrong."

Nalan Yufei muttered under her breath, "When has a giant floating treasure pile ever meant anything good?"

Ku Rong just crossed his arms and grunted, like a bull ready to charge or ignore everyone equally.

Shi Yan reached the treasures.

His hands trembled—not from fear, but from sheer unfiltered greed.

He snatched up a spirit cauldron.

A golden talisman.

Two enchanting rings and what looked suspiciously like a Nascent Soul elder's underpants—but he didn't care.

His heart pounded so hard he could hear it over the lapping bloodwater.

Once his arms were full, he turned back toward the others with a broad, smug grin.

"See?" he crowed. "Your fear is your own prison!"

He puffed out his chest, trying to look wise.

The others watched silently.

Regret beginning to fester in their hearts.

Maybe... maybe they should've gone too?

And then—

"AHHHHH!!"

Shi Yan's proud scream turned into a shriek of pure terror.

He dropped everything.

"WHAT—WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!? IT'S SO UGLY!!"

From beneath the water, they rose.

Bugs.

Massive.

Fist-sized.

Red carapace glistening with wet, corrupt Qi.

Mandibles clacking.

Thousands of them.

They crawled over one another like a living, writhing carpet, surging toward Shi Yan with horrifying speed.

He tried to run.

Too slow.

They swarmed him instantly.

Covering.

Crawling.

Biting.

Devouring.

Shi Yan's shrill screams echoed across the bloody sea.

The group collectively lost their shit.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!"

"OH HEAVENS, WHY BUGS!?"

"STOP MOVING, THEY'LL TRACK MOTION!"

"THEY'RE IN THE BLOOD! THEY'RE EVERYWHERE!!"

Even Ku Rong took a visible step back, frowning like he was trying to decide if beating bugs to death counted as an honorable fight.

Su Xiaobai, standing furthest back, clicked his tongue.

"...And that, kids," he muttered to himself, "is why you don't touch shiny things in cursed blood oceans."

Normally?

He would've let Shi Yan die.

Gladly.

Even cheered it on.

But unfortunately—

They needed a Light Qi expert to survive what was coming ahead.

Su Xiaobai's dead eyes glanced sideways at Ku Rong.

"You handle it."

Ku Rong sighed like a man being asked to clean someone else's spiritual toilet.

He cracked his knuckles.

Flexed his arms.

Prepared to move.

The bugs sensed the incoming fight and turned—mandibles clicking hungrily toward new prey.

Ku Rong paused mid-charge.

Looked back at Su Xiaobai.

Dead serious.

"Call Yinyin."

The others exchanged confused glances.

"Yinyin...?"

"What's Yinyin?"

"Some secret technique?"

"An artifact?"

Su Xiaobai, completely unfazed, reached into his spatial ring...

And pulled something out.

Something alive.

Yup.

He fucking ass-pulled a whole human-shaped being out of thin air like he was cracking open a mystery box and hit treasure on the first pull.

The entire group went silent.

Eyes widened.

Jaws dropped.

"Spatial law violation," Lan Tian muttered blankly.

"I want one," Yu Feng whispered.

But all attention quickly shifted to the figure now standing silently in the blood.

She was cloaked from head to toe in deep black robes, her form utterly obscured. Not a trace of skin could be seen.

But her presence?

It leaked.

Death Qi.

So thick, so overwhelming that the Sea of Blood's aura backed off in fear.

The air smelled like dark orchids soaked in corpse blood.

"Why did you call me?" Her voice slithered out, raspy, like a whisper wrapped in chains.

She didn't look at the others.

Only Su Xiaobai.

Who simply pointed toward the swarm of bugs—and Ku Rong, currently fending off with brute force and mild disgust.

"Ah," she hissed.

Yinyin turned, and walked.

No flair.

No chant.

Just steps.

As if the world itself made space for her.

And when the bugs noticed her—

They didn't hesitate.

They charged.

Thousands of them, swarming at her from all sides.

Until—

SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHH.

The ground beneath her feet began to hiss and darken, a mist unfurling with every step she took.

Then—

WHOOOOM.

A soundless pulse of energy spread outward.

An aura shift.

The mist under her robes began to swirl—a vortex, a suction, and a portal.

And one by one, the bugs—vanished.

No blood.

No sound.

Just... sucked away, like spiritual dust into a cosmic vacuum cleaner from hell.

Su Xiaobai blinked once.

"...She can do that?"

Even he was surprised.

He is 87% sure she was just an edgy ornament last time he saw her.

Ku Rong, panting, dragging the limp Shi Yan behind him, looked over, annoyed.

"She's sending them to the underworld," he grunted. "She can open portals. Half-blooded ghoul. Why didn't you call her earlier?"

Su Xiaobai shrugged. "Thought she'd bite me or something."

Ku Rong grunted again.

Once the last of the bugs vanished into the black swirling void, Yinyin stopped.

Said nothing.

Didn't look back.

She simply turned, robes fluttering silently…

And walked back into Su Xiaobai's ring like a lady returning to her cursed penthouse.

Everyone just stood there.

Absolutely baffled.

"…Do you even know what she is?"

Nalan Yufei's voice was low, laced with curiosity and just a hint of fear.

"Nope." Su Xiaobai didn't blink. "But she listens when I point."

Shi Yan, still lying on the ground with half his robe shredded and a thousand-yard stare in his eyes, groaned. "Why didn't you call her earlier, if you had backup like that!?"

He wiped blood off his lips and glared, his priestly dignity absolutely dead.

The others looked at Su Xiaobai.

Some suspicious.

Some genuinely concerned.

All of them, mildly afraid.

Su Xiaobai just exhaled dramatically and glanced at the red mist in the distance like he was trying to summon sorrow from the heavens.

"She's a ghoul," he said gravely. "Summoning her costs me... a portion of my soul."

Everyone froze.

Even Ku Rong blinked.

Just a little.

Su Xiaobai continued, straight-faced, absolute bullshit flowing like spiritual poetry.

"Don't look at me like that. None of your lives are worth a soul fragment, okay?"

A pause.

Then he pointed at Shi Yan.

"Especially yours. Where's my compensation, priest? My soul isn't cheap."

Shi Yan choked.

"I—I—" He looked down.

His arms were still clutching the shiny loot he had picked up before the bugpocalypse.

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He looked at the treasure.

Then back at Su Xiaobai.

Then sighed like a man who'd just realized karma was actually wearing robes and had a pet chicken.

"Tch. We're even now!" he grumbled, shoving the items into Su Xiaobai's hand like a child handing over candy after getting caught stealing.

"Perfect." Su Xiaobai smiled.

He turned to the group with exaggerated cheer. "Now! Let's stick to the path. No more treasure side quests unless you're ready to sell your soul or your Qi vein, understood?"

The others nodded.

Quietly.

As Shi Yan pulled himself together—physically, spiritually, and existentially—he sighed again.

He was supposed to be the strongest in the group. But ever since the Earth Dragon, the others had stopped looking to him like a leader.

Now?

They looked at Su Xiaobai.

The guy with the murder chicken, the soul-chomping ghoul girl, and the face of someone who would definitely rob your grave before you were fully dead.

Shi Yan: I used to be the main character...

And yet here he was.

Leading.

With no loot, a bruised ego, and at least 40% less dignity than when they started.

Three days passed.

They traversed the Sea of Blood with zero deviation.

No more detours.

No more floating robes.

No more bugs.

Just quiet, disciplined movement.

Eventually—

They emerged.

The blood mist thinned, the sour stench of Corrupt Qi vanished like a bad dream.

In its place?

Green, vibrant, and lush.

They stepped onto an endless stretch of emerald grasslands, the horizon glowing with life. The sky, clear. The wind, soft. It felt... almost peaceful.

And ahead of them—

A city.

Massive.

Constructed from pure white stone, standing like a forgotten monument to some ancient divine architect. Towers, spires, sweeping gates—the whole structure radiated purity.

"Is this…?"

Nalan Yufei trailed off.

Lan Tian nodded slowly, eyes wide.

"The Forbidden Light City."