The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!-Chapter 110: Trapped in Well of Blood!

Inside the Warlord’s Palace!

"Rustle ~~"

A cold wind slipped through the suffocating dark, caressing skin like a lover with icy hands.

A man was on top of a woman. His weight pinning her down. Her hands braced against his chest. Their stained clothes hugging tightly, damp with sweat, blood, and who-knows-what else.

Blood pooled between her legs.

Or rather… beneath them, seeping from the floor itself—muddy, sticky, and thick with the stench of iron and rot.

Zhu Qing’s face was a storm cloud. Wet. Filthy. Pinned by a smirking fool whose breath was far too close to hers. And this fool? He was still grinning like they’d just rolled out of bed after a night of passion instead of crashing into this gods-forsaken death pit.

They didn’t even know when—or if—they’d die here.

And he thought this was the time to joke?

"Mind letting go?" Su Xiaobai asked, his voice tinged with dry amusement, as if he weren’t the one sprawled on top of her.

Her glare sharpened, colder than the biting air around them. "You’re the one on top of me."

Her hands were braced firmly against his chest, pushing him back with enough force to suggest that if it wouldn’t kill them both, she’d shove him straight through the floor.

"Hey, hey, I have a delicate heart, okay?" Su Xiaobai said, flashing a smile as though the situation amused him. "If you press like that, it might stop beating. Not that I blame you—I know the effect I have on women."

"..." Zhu Qing glared at Su Xiaobai, her hand twitching like she was deciding whether to scold him or shove his head into the blood-soaked floor until he stopped talking.

"Grrrr ~~"

Before she could decide, a low rumble rolled through the floor, interrupting her murderous contemplation.

"!" Her head snapped up.

The sound didn’t come from behind—but above.

Darkness stretched above them, vast and endless, like the gaping maw of some celestial beast. The torchlight flickering pitifully against the walls cast jagged shadows, but the room remained mostly hidden.

Circular. Tight. Damp.

Less ’palace’ and more ’death pit built by a sadist with too much free time.’

"What is this cursed place…" Zhu Qing muttered as she stood, shoving Su Xiaobai off her without so much as a glance. The words were sharp, filled with disdain, her gaze sweeping the blood-slick floor and scary surroundings.

Su Xiaobai landed on his feet, unfazed, already looking around like a bored tourist in a cursed death trap.

A couple of skeletons were sprawled across the floor, their brittle bones half-buried in the mud and blood. He gave one an idle nudge with his boot, his lips twitching as if already plotting something evil.

Zhu Qing, however, wasn’t paying him any attention. Her gaze shifted to the walls, narrowing like a hawk spotting prey. Something clicked in her mind, sharp and sudden.

"This is a trap..." She muttered, stepping forward. "This formation... It’s suppressing both spiritual and physical strength. We’re meant to rot here. Slowly."

"Or," Su Xiaobai said, crouching by a lonely skeleton, "we could make new friends. Look at Skully here, still hanging around after death. Loyal. That’s rare." He yanked up the skeleton’s arm, waving it at Zhu Qing with all the enthusiasm of a street vendor hawking fake talismans.

"He says hi. Go on, don’t be rude."

"..." Zhu Qing’s expression? Ice. The kind that could freeze fire.

"What?" Su Xiaobai shrugged, the skeleton’s hand still in his grasp. "I just saved your life. A little gratitude wouldn’t hurt. Maybe a kiss on the cheek? Or a ’thank you, Su Xiaobai, for being the most amazing shield I’ve ever had’?"

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Zhu Qing said nothing. Her glare screamed ’you’re one brain cell away from a public execution’. She turned toward the walls, studying the strange symbols etched into the stone. The greenish runes pulsed faintly, their glow like the dying embers of a fire—fragile, yet seething with hostility.

"Suppressive seals," she murmured, brushing her fingers over one of the symbols. "But they’re… crude. The energy flow is fractured, as if the formation’s decaying. This place is collapsing under its own weight."

"Comforting," Su Xiaobai said, tossing the skeleton’s hand aside. "At least we’re not trapped in a perfectly functioning death pit. Now, how about finding a way out before the walls start dripping demon piss or something?"

Zhu Qing didn’t dignify that with a response. Her fingers on the seal. It resisted her touch, humming faintly, like a stubborn door refusing to open.

"No doors. No windows," she muttered, stepping back. "If this is meant to trap intruders, the only way out will likely require—"

"Death," Su Xiaobai interjected, grinning as he kicked the skeleton. Clank! — It clattered apart, scattering bones across the blood-slick floor. "These guys didn’t figure it out either, obviously. So what’s the plan? Stand here and die dramatically? I’m good at that, by the way."

Zhu Qing’s brow twitched, but her gaze on him, sharp and calculating. "How did you survive that attack?"

Su Xiaobai raised an eyebrow, his smile widening. "Why? Finally falling for me?"

"Curious," she replied, her arms crossing over her chest. Her voice was calm, but her eyes bored into him, "You shielded the entire blast. I could have done it, but I wouldn’t be standing right now, let alone joking about skeletons."

For a moment, Su Xiaobai said nothing. Then he smiled—the kind of grin that made people want to punch it off his face. "Let’s just say I’m built different. And tougher than I look."

Zhu Qing’s eyes narrowed, cool but piercing, her scrutiny like a blade hovering over his neck.

Su Xiaobai stretched casually, rolling his shoulders as if completely oblivious—or maybe just immune—to the pressure. "Relax, Peak Lord Zhu. If I can survive that, I can survive this. Worst case? We die together. Very romantic."

Zhu Qing stared at him blankly, her expression exhausted.

Not that Su Xiaobai cared. No way was he spilling the truth about his so-called "invincible body." Let them keep guessing. Let them overestimate him. The more they feared what he might be capable of, the less they’d dare to challenge him.

As for surviving? He’d have done that anyway. He always did. Somehow. He’d died before—or at least, he thought he had—and come back to life in a different world, a different time. Not unscathed, of course, but alive.

Weakness wasn’t Su Xiaobai’s style. It wasn’t part of the brand. So he plastered the grin back on, the sharp edge returning. "Anyway, if I die first, I’m coming back to haunt you. Naked. Every night. You’ll love it."

Zhu Qing sighed, her fingers twitching as if debating whether strangling him would solve their current predicament—or just make it more satisfying. "We’ll decide this later," she said coldly, her gaze flicking toward the dark void above. "For now, focus on staying alive

"Fine, fine," Su Xiaobai said, rolling his eyes. "But let’s agree now: if either of us gets eaten by a skeleton army, the other one has to write something nice on the gravestone. Maybe ’Died Pretty’ for me. And for you…" He trailed off, smiling. "Let’s just say I’ll carve something fitting when the time comes."

"Carve that a disciple choked an elder to death with his words," Zhu Qing muttered, smiling faintly.

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Her eyes darted around, scanning for the undead generals of the Blood Warlord. Those monstrosities could appear at any moment. And if they did? She already knew how that would end. Even at her full strength, a fight against them wasn’t survival—it was stalling death.

They continued their search for an escape.

Well, Zhu Qing did.

Su Xiaobai? He’d already figured out the secret to this little death trap.

There was no exit.

Yup, it was tailor-made to kill intruders. Physical strength? Sealed. Spiritual strength? Also sealed. Zhu Qing had tried using her immortal vessel’s natural power to leap out, only for the trap to slam her down with gravitational force so overwhelming it might as well have laughed at her effort.

Now, he was just passing time. Maybe a solution would pop into his head. Or maybe he’d stumble across a tear in the void he could slip through. Nope. Not even a whisper of dimensional instability.

Just the faint sound of dripping water.

Slow. Rhythmic. Obnoxiously loud.

For the first time, Su Xiaobai genuinely felt he might die here. Alone. With Zhu Qing. It had only been a few hours, but the suffocating silence made it feel like eternity.

"Ugh! This filthy, disgusting palace!"

Zhu Qing collapsed onto her back for the eleventh time, wincing as she cradled her bruised hand. Her attempts to jump out were taking their toll, and her patience had long since snapped.

"Didn’t know you had it in you," Su Xiaobai said, chuckling as he leaned against his lonely skeleton companion. "I thought righteous sect types didn’t curse at all."

"Ha-ha~ Not funny at all," Zhu Qing snapped, glaring at him as she wiped blood off her face and robes. "Mind doing something useful? Or should I ask Elder Bai to increase your punishment by a hundredfold when we get back?"

"Bold of you to assume we’re making it back," Su Xiaobai quipped.

Zhu Qing ignored him, her lips pressed into a thin line as she tried to clean herself. The cold air stuck to her like a second skin, carrying the metallic tang of blood that seemed to forever pool around them in patches—never drying, always splashing no matter where they stepped.

She hated it. Every bit of it.