Blue light erupted from the coffin, flooding the cavern. Lin Wan's palm pressed on the nanotech chip embedded in the Corpse King's forehead—past-life memories tsunamiing through her—
"Critical overload!" Shen Xuan's compass exploded. "It's going critical!"
Zhou Yongnian's laugh echoed: "Do you like your wedding gift, junior sister?"
he countdown in the Corpse King's chest flashed: [00:05:00]
Lin Wan's golden hand plunged into the chip. Code flooded her vision:
while (soul_fragment != 0):
sacrifice += life_span
Shen Xuan slashed his wrist over the chip: "Take my years!"
The E-Pixiu ballooned in the shockwave! Steel scales sloughed off, revealing writhing wormholes. It swallowed the Corpse King whole—cosmic rumbles shook the earth—
[GLOBAL MALICE LEVEL: 0.7% → 89%]
As red alerts flooded her phone, Lin Wan yanked a half-melted chip from its teeth: "This is...your dowry?"
*Three days later, Lin Wan lifted a vial in her morgue-lab. Black mist crystallized: "Solidified malice warhead. Yield: 200 tons TNT."*
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Shen Xuan's "funeral" was held in the blast crater. As the priest said "no remains recovered," the coffin exploded!
He knelt with a titanium coffin lid etched with missile trajectories: "A North Korean silo for our home...will my Lady rule this arms empire with me?"
Lin Wan pressed jade shards into his chest: "First sign prenup—your corpse belongs to my scalpel!"
Their wedding stream cut to global chaos:
- Infant corpse larger than Eiffel Tower wailing
- Centipedes pouring from Statue of Liberty's eyes
- Demon-faced island rising in Tokyo Bay
Shen Xuan pressed a detonator into her hand: "Push it...and the world's malice becomes our fireworks."