The Romance of the Immortal Cauldron

Chapter 2216 Luck

"I admit that you are indeed very cunning, no worse than those old monsters. I thought my plan was perfect, but you still saw through it. I have nothing to say about this matter."

Meng Su's soul was floating in the dark cave, emitting a faint light all around him. His illusory face seemed to be shrouded in a layer of haze, with deep regret and helplessness.

He was silent for a long time, as if trying to accept the cruel reality of his failure, and then he slowly spoke. His voice was hoarse and low, as if it came from the abyss of time, carrying with it endless vicissitudes and loneliness, as if everything in the past had disappeared with this failure.

Even though he had now turned into a soul and was free from the heavy constraints of his physical body, Meng Su's voice was still as hoarse as an old bellows, and every word seemed to be squeezed out of his hoarse throat.

This hoarse voice seemed to be the deepest mark left on him by the years, and it also seemed to embody his deep unwillingness to accept this failure. The glorious years in the past formed a sharp contrast with his present desolation.

Matthew stood quietly there, enveloped by the light emitted by the jade box, like a god.

Hearing Meng Su's words, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, outlining a perfect arc, and a hint of teasing flashed in his eyes, just like a shooting star across the night sky, with a little mockery. "It's not that I'm deep-minded, it's just that your acting is too 'good'."

As he spoke, he shrugged nonchalantly. The seemingly relaxed and casual action actually carried with it an innate carefree and uninhibited attitude.

The smile on his face was as warm as the spring sun, but beneath this smile lay a deep disdain for Meng Su's calculations.

Matthew knew clearly that this contest with Meng Su was full of conspiracy and calculation from the very beginning.

Recalling his first contact with Meng Su, those seemingly enthusiastic guidance and help were, in Matthew's eyes, nothing more than a big net carefully woven by Meng Su, with every detail hiding an ulterior motive.

Every look and every word of Meng Su seemed flawless, but in fact they were all under Matthew's close scrutiny.

From the greedy look that Meng Su inadvertently revealed to the seemingly unintentional yet deliberate guidance, Matthew keenly captured the abnormality.

The ignorance and credulity he displayed was nothing but a trick to deal the enemy's trick. He was waiting for this moment to deal a fatal blow to Meng Su.

All this is far from what Wukun was before.

Matthew had experienced what happened to Wu Kun, so how could he not be prepared for similar things?

From the very beginning, he was wary of Meng Su, knowing that this guy would never give in so easily.

After saying this, Matthew's eyes suddenly became stern, and his originally gentle gaze suddenly became as sharp as a knife, as if it could penetrate all illusions.

The life and death order tightly held in his hand exuded a mysterious and powerful aura, and he gently tapped at Meng Su's soul floating in the air.

This seemingly random action actually contains a powerful force like an overwhelming force.

In an instant, the entire cave seemed to be stirred by an invisible force, and the space was distorted.

I saw black chains whistling out from the Life and Death Order, with a cold light flashing on the chains. Like a group of nimble pythons, they quickly coiled around Meng Su's soul at a speed that was too fast to keep up.

Those black chains exuded a bone-chilling cold aura. Wherever they went, the air seemed to be instantly frozen and turned into a thin layer of frost.

In the blink of an eye, a large number of black chains were tightly bound around Meng Su's soul like a spider web.

Meng Su's soul began to struggle violently. He twisted his body frantically, trying to break free from the chains. His illusory hands waved constantly, as if trying to grab the last straw.

However, no matter how hard he tried, the black chains seemed to have life, tightening tighter and tighter, embedding deeply into his soul.

"You...what on earth do you want!"

Meng Su's soul let out a painful roar, and the sound echoed in the empty cave, shrill and desperate, as if it was a cry from the abyss of hell.

The sound continued to reflect and collide between the stone walls of the cave, wave after wave, becoming more and more eerie and terrifying.

Matthew looked at the struggling Meng Su coldly, without a trace of pity in his eyes, as if Meng Su in front of him was just an insignificant ant.

"You should have expected this to be the outcome if you tried to scheme against me."

His voice was low and firm, and every word seemed to carry a tremendous amount of power.

After saying that, Matthew raised his hand slightly, clenched his five fingers lightly in the air, and controlled the life and death order, allowing the black chains to continue to tighten.

Under the torture of the chains, Meng Su's soul gradually dimmed. The soul that originally emitted a faint light now became like a candle in the wind, which could be extinguished at any time.

His screams became weaker and weaker, as if the breath of life was being sucked away bit by bit.

Matthew stood quietly by, like a statue, with a look of victory in his eyes.

He watched Meng Su's soul struggling in pain, without any fluctuation in his heart. He had been waiting for this battle for a long time, and now he finally won it completely.

"The box does not contain the Pure Spirit Liquid. There is only one portion of that stuff, and I drank it a long time ago."

A moment later, Meng Su, whose body was almost transparent and tightly wrapped in black chains, raised his head with difficulty, looked at Matthew, and said weakly.

At this moment, he no longer had the arrogance and conceit he had before, and was left with only endless weakness and fear.

Seeing that Matthew didn't respond and just looked at him quietly, Meng Su's soul hesitated for a moment, as if making a final struggle, but finally continued: "The box contains the luck of Mangcang Treasure Pavilion, and it belongs to you now."

When saying this, Meng Su's soul seemed to have used up the last bit of strength, and his voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible.

After saying this, Meng Su's soul shook slightly, like a fallen leaf drifting in the wind, and could no longer maintain its own form.

Entangled by the black chains, his soul gradually dissipated, turning into countless tiny points of light, and finally disappeared completely, leaving only an empty cave, as if he had never appeared.

Matthew slowly walked to the jade box and stared at the things in the box, which was the fortune of Mangcang Treasure Pavilion.

He took a deep breath, stretched out his hand and gently picked up the opportunity.

At the moment of touching, a powerful and mysterious force instantly surged into his body. His body trembled slightly, and a hint of surprise and shock flashed in his eyes.