I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse-Chapter 1305: Demon Eight Formation

"No, something about this seems strange," Guo Yu said, furrowing his brows. "Suppose he is that kind of person... No, it’s impossible for there to be such people in this world."

"What kind of people?" Gao Dawei asked.

"Photographic memory," Guo Yu replied, "just like what is written in Wuxia novels—seeing someone else’s martial arts moves once and remembering all of them, then being able to use them on the spot."

"Could he be a descendant of the Sword Demon?" Lin Daoming’s face was filled with solemnity.

"Sword Demon? The master who fought against our elders in a group battle thirty years ago?" Guo Yu asked in shock.

"Yes, Mu Yun’s situation is somewhat similar to the Sword Demon. Although the Sword Demon has been missing for over thirty years, the possibility that Mu Yun is his descendant is quite high." Lin Daoming glanced toward the perpetually silent Eastern Cloud Dragon. "Yunlong, should we send someone to investigate?"

Eastern Cloud Dragon shook his head and replied indifferently, "It’s unnecessary. Our enemy is not Mu Yun; it’s Ximen Shenggu and Koizumi Tadashi."

"But..." Xiao Feng wanted to say more but hesitated.

Eastern Cloud Dragon turned to Xiao Feng and said, "This time, you’ve made a very serious mistake, but since the matter is already over, I won’t pursue it further. I only hope that all of you remember what I am saying today: there are some people whom we must not provoke, especially experts like Mu Yun, whose background we know nothing about. Do not assume that our power allows us to bully others. Remember, there is always someone stronger and a sky beyond the sky."

Actually, Eastern Cloud Dragon’s words were aimed at Zhao’er.

In his eyes, you were nothing more than a minor figure; he had no intention of paying you any further attention.

After speaking, Eastern Cloud Dragon turned his gaze directly toward Zhao’er, who was seated quietly in the corner. Zhao’er was naturally reticent, and even after becoming Eastern Cloud Dragon’s girlfriend, she rarely spoke. To his frustration, in the two years they’d been together, he still hadn’t held Zhao’er’s hand.

Meanwhile, two powerful adversaries had appeared before him this year—one was Ximen Shenggu of the Ximen Family, and the other was Koizumi Tadashi of the Tensho Society.

Koizumi Tadashi was easier to deal with; he was merely an arrogant fool. However, Ximen Shenggu was different. He had announced his intention to rescue Zhao’er from Eastern Cloud Dragon, and the longstanding poor relations between their two families had only intensified within the context of the current game.

"Dawei, you need to enforce discipline in the building from now on. If necessary, you can use martial strength," Eastern Cloud Dragon said as he turned to Gao Dawei.

"Understood. These brats indeed need some discipline," Gao Dawei replied in a gruff voice.

"Sister Zhao’er, come quickly! My rabbit is hurt!" At that moment, a cute girl burst into the room.

"Panpan, we’re in a meeting. Why are you barging in like a child?" Xiao Feng reprimanded his cousin.

"I don’t care! Sister Zhao’er, come quickly!"

Ding Panpan pulled Zhao’er away. It was only when Zhao’er saw Ding Panpan that a faint smile appeared on her face. That single smile left all the men in the room dumbstruck—what kind of ethereal beauty was this?

Her allure seemed beyond the mortal realm, transcending the world like a fairy descended into the mortal plane. Just one subtle smile was enough to move the self-proclaimed connoisseurs of beauty gathered in the room.

"A bunch of fools," Ding Panpan giggled and pulled Zhao’er away, running excitedly.

After Zhao’er left, everyone finally let out a sigh of relief. Xiao Feng turned to Eastern Cloud Dragon and joked, "Cousin, you should hurry up and marry Zhao’er. If this continues, my standards for beauty will rise to a whole other realm. Where would I find someone as lovely as Zhao’er then?"

Eastern Cloud Dragon said nothing as the room fell back into silence. After a while, Eastern Cloud Dragon turned to Ma Lin and asked, "Have you found the ruins yet?"

Ma Lin nodded. "We found them, but the monsters there are too high-level. I’m afraid we can’t enter."

"It’s fine. Our objective is the artifacts inside, and I suspect Koizumi Tadashi’s group will help us clear the monsters," Eastern Cloud Dragon said, a faint smile finally appearing on his lips.

Turning back to you, after three days of traversing mountains and rivers, you and Hongyan both seemed a bit worn out—especially Hongyan. As a woman, she lacked the endurance to keep up with you. Yet, at this moment, you smiled wryly and told Hongyan that you were lost.

"I’m sorry, I was too self-centered," you said.

"It’s okay. If worse comes to worst, we can just retrace our steps," Hongyan replied.

You shook your head and said, "The path back has disappeared. We’re now trapped in a massive forest maze. What’s frustrating is that this maze seems different from conventional ones. In normal mazes, we could simply follow a single boundary to find the exit. Yet, strangely, it feels like we’re sinking deeper while the surroundings remain unchanged."

"Then what should we do?" Hongyan asked, her face free of worry because she trusted you to find a solution.

This trust was not born from familiarity but sheer intuition.

Standing on higher ground, you gazed into the distance and said, "This maze resembles China’s ancient ’Demon Eight Formation.’ However, this ’Demon Eight Formation’ is staggeringly large."

"Demon Eight Formation?"

At the same moment, outside the maze in a camp, Eastern Cloud Dragon pointed to a large hilly area on a map and said, "The so-called ’Demon Eight Formation’ is a labyrinth formed by overlapping Arabic numeral ’8s.’ Sometimes, the maze combines two or three of these ’8s.’ Once someone steps in without the correct guidance, they may never find their way out. The rings interlock, and if someone deliberately interferes inside the formation, those who enter might not survive. Moreover, the forest is teeming with Level-45 monsters, so we must exercise utmost caution during this operation."

"Then what should we do?" Hongyan asked again, her gaze fixed on your face, which showed no signs of panic.

"Hmph, breaking the ’Demon Eight Formation’ isn’t hard—I have many ways to do it. The problem is figuring out the most optimal one," you said, sitting back down beside Hongyan. Then, with genuine concern, you asked her, "Are you okay? These three days have been tough on you."

Hongyan shook her head with a smile. "As long as I can be with you, all the exhaustion is worth it." The moment she finished speaking, Hongyan realized she had spoken carelessly and quickly covered her mouth.

You froze for a moment before inching closer, a charming smile appearing on your face, one that made Hongyan’s heart race. Slowly, your hand reached out to hold hers. "Xiang’er."

"Hmm," Hongyan replied, her voice as soft as a whisper.

"I..." Your four eyes met, and you started to utter a syllable.

"Brother Mu Yun, here I come!" At this critical juncture, a crisp voice suddenly interrupted, accompanied by a small figure plummeting from the sky, landing heavily on your back.