Coming back to his senses, Lu Yuan was a little dazed.
He calmed himself and quickly sent his consciousness into his System Space.
Sure enough, there was a black and red Wooden Sword inside the System Space.
'This must be the Celestial Master Sword,' he thought.
Just one look and you could tell it was super powerful!
Of course, given the current situation, there was no way he could use this thing.
Even if Lu Yuan was the king of liars, he could explain pulling an Ink Pot out of his clothes.
But if he then pulled out a Celestial Master Sword, not even the king of liars could talk his way out of that.
Still, the sword gave Lu Yuan a surge of confidence.
No matter what, with the Celestial Master Sword in his possession, Lu Yuan truly wasn't afraid of the Da Xingzi that was about to arrive.
If it really came down to it, he'd throw caution to the wind.
He'd just pull the Celestial Master Sword right out of the System Space, right in front of the Black Widow, and hack that son of a bitch to pieces.
His consciousness returning from the System Space, Lu Yuan looked at the Black Widow, who was squatting pitifully in the corner.
For a moment, he found her miserable appearance both amusing and a little frightening in hindsight.
Of course, he also wasn't quite sure how to smooth things over.
'But it should be fine.'
After all, the Multiplication Factor was a good indicator of their relationship.
Their relationship might not be at the "have my baby" stage, but at the very least, it was impossible that she would try to kill him to settle the score afterward.
'Right, stop thinking about what comes next,' he mused. 'I should just focus on getting this done first.'
With that, Lu Yuan went back to stringing the Ink Pot Thread all over the room.
Lu Yuan mused that for a Multiplication Factor of 9, the Black Widow had given him quite a lot of stuff.
All told, she had given him four items.
His own wife had only given him one.
But on second thought, the value was about the same.
Although Lu Yuan hadn't looked at the *Craftsmanship* or *Celestial Master* things and didn't know what they were, he could generally guess.
They had their limitations.
Unlike the Holy Body—that thing was fierce.
It wasn't just fierce against ghosts, but against people too.
It was the very foundation of Lu Yuan's being.
This was enough to show that the value of a Multiplication Factor of 9 was basically the same across the board.
Soon, Lu Yuan had the entire house crisscrossed with Ink Pot Thread.
Just as he finished, he peered out through the broken, thread-laced window.
His heart skipped a beat.
'They're here…'
The already dim sky was now as dark as midnight.
Utterly pitch-black.
But into this darkness, a gust of white mist swept over.
The white mist gave off a faint glow, and within it, dark figures were hopping their way over...
'Zombies?'
'Hmm…'
'I'm not afraid of zombies. The Ink Pot Thread can handle them. To be precise, the Ink Pot Thread can handle any Xingzi.'
'Didn't Uncle Nine use Ink Pot Thread to trap zombies back in the day?'
The arrival of the white mist alerted the Black Widow, who was still squatting in the corner.
Forgetting her spat with Lu Yuan, she rose and hurried to his side, gazing out the window.
Upon seeing the dark figures outside, the Black Widow's ripe, beautiful flesh couldn't help but tremble.
Especially as all sorts of eerie laughter began to echo from all around.
Although the Black Widow knew some Magic Skills, in a situation like this, even a Traveler or a Celestial Master who dealt with all kinds of Xingzi day in and day out would have second thoughts.
To say nothing of the Black Widow, who had surely been living a pampered life and had long since stopped getting her own hands dirty.
Lu Yuan's heart also hammered at the scene, which was straight out of a horror movie.
But at a time like this, as the man, he obviously couldn't show any fear.
Without hesitation, Lu Yuan grabbed the Black Widow's hand and comforted her.
"It's okay. My great-grandfather's Ink Pot is incredibly powerful. They can't get in..."
That sounded a bit too certain. After a moment's thought, Lu Yuan added:
"Even if they manage to break in, it'll take them some effort. We can definitely hold out until someone comes to help us."
The Black Widow looked at Lu Yuan, a man a half-head shorter than her yet acting so incredibly masculine, and her heart couldn't help but flutter.
Then, like a young bride, she looked at Lu Yuan and nodded.
"I trust you."
And just as the Black Widow finished speaking, a figure shot out.
He looked to be in his twenties or thirties.
A man a bit older than Lu Yuan.
But his face was hideous, so bloated that it merged with his neck.
Making him look just like a giant toad.
His eyes were completely white, with no trace of pupils.
If he wasn't mistaken, this man was probably from the Black Widow's husband's family from all those years ago.
The Liu Family of Taiping City.
His current appearance must be how he looked when he died in his twenties or thirties.
The moment this Liu Family man appeared, he immediately locked his eyes on the Black Widow behind the broken window.
Upon seeing her, his entire body began to visibly tremble, and black energy surged around him.
A gurgling sound rumbled in his throat, an incredibly eerie noise.
Then, two words were forced out of his throat with great difficulty.
Although the pronunciation was garbled, Lu Yuan could understand them.
"You... witch..."
Hearing this, Lu Yuan felt the Black Widow's hand tighten in his, her body trembling.
This wasn't from fear.
It was from rage.
Lu Yuan glanced at the Black Widow. Because of those two words, her earlier trace of fear had transformed into ashen-faced fury. She stared at the Liu Family man outside like a viper.
But Lu Yuan's heart clenched with panic.
'This Liu Family man can still speak, which means he still has his intelligence.'
'He's not just some mindless, wandering spirit.'
'And if he has intelligence, doesn't that mean he has an IQ?'
'He might actually be able to break through my Ink Pot Thread barrier.'
While Lu Yuan was thinking, the Black Widow at his side finally snapped.
Seeing this man who was her husband in name only, she reacted as if seeing her mortal enemy.
She immediately opened her mouth and snarled:
"I'm a witch?!
Then what does that make you, you son of a bitch!!
You schemed to destroy my family, and I just returned the favor!!
I bet you don't even know!!
After you died, I sold your precious little sister to a brothel, and I chopped up your mother and made her into buns to feed to that lecherous old father of yours!"
Hearing the Black Widow's continued tirade, Lu Yuan couldn't help but flinch.
'What a ruthless woman…'
'But that makes sense. If she weren't ruthless, how could she have become the Black Widow of Taiping City, feared by all who meet her?'
'But still…'
'Of all times to say that... aren't you just provoking it into a frenzy?!'
But seeing the Black Widow trembling with rage, hurling curses without restraint, he knew he couldn't blame her. What she must have suffered back then was probably even worse.
Sure enough, as the Black Widow's curses grew louder and her words more vicious, the Liu Family man charged toward Lu Yuan and the Black Widow like a madman.
But...
The Ink Pot Thread flared with power!
Whether it was a ghost or a zombie, the moment they touched the Ink Pot Thread, the thread would flash with golden light and instantly send them flying.
The Ink Pot Thread held absolute power over these Xingzi.
They were completely unable to fight back against it. Lu Yuan breathed a small sigh of relief. 'It really works.'
But he had barely exhaled when Lu Yuan noticed something was wrong with the ground. There was some kind of movement.
He looked down near the window, and the scene that followed nearly scared his soul right out of his body.
A pile of little imps were grunting and puffing, digging at the ground in the corner like a pack of dogs.
This gang of imps dug with astonishing speed, like earth-burrowing drakes.
In just a few moments, they had already dug diagonally half a meter down. Their entire bodies were underground, with only their butts sticking out.
Seeing this, Lu Yuan was truly at a loss.
He had thought that even if these Xingzi found a way to break his trap, it would take them some time.
But as it turned out, these Xingzi were clever. They figured out how to bypass it almost instantly.
Now, Lu Yuan couldn't even if he wanted to lay down more Ink Pot Thread on the floor.
He didn't have enough Ink Pot Thread left.
Besides, these Xingzi were so smart that even if he did manage to seal off the floor, they would definitely think of collapsing a wall or something.
Lu Yuan's mind raced.
The next second, he stamped his foot and shouted at the Black Widow, who was still hurling curses:
"Quick, quick, stop cursing and grab onto me!!"
Black Widow: "???"
The Black Widow stared at Lu Yuan, her face a mask of question marks.
For a moment, she actually thought, 'This kid... how can he be so wild…'
'Is he trying to... in front of my former husband...?'
While the Black Widow was still in a daze, Lu Yuan saw the loosened earth at the corners of the walls and grew frantic.
Seeing that she still hadn't moved, he gritted his teeth, gave her big butt a firm smack, and yelled:
"Hurry up!!!
Stop dawdling!!"