Chapter 2: Transmigration and Rebirth

To ensure the audience could see the *Ghost Poison Record* clearly, the glass display case was left half-open. As soon as the lights went out, the security personnel lurking nearby to protect the *Ghost Poison Record* immediately split into two groups: one to turn on the backup power, and the other to guard the *Ghost Poison Record*.

This was precisely the opportunity Feng Moxi had been waiting for. They would never have imagined that, under their tight surveillance, someone could still find a loophole.

The lights flickered back on, and everyone let out a sigh of relief. But when they looked back at the stage, the glass case was empty!

"Report to the boss, the *Ghost Poison Record*... is gone!" the emcee said into his communicator, his face deathly pale. It’s over, it’s all over!

"Seal the venue immediately!! No one is allowed to leave!!"

The eighty-first floor of the Golden Emperor was in total chaos, but the culprit behind the disorder, Feng Moxi, had already reached the rooftop. She held the black jade *Ghost Poison Record* in her hand, but strangely, no matter how she tried to flip through it, she couldn't open it.

Moreover, holding this book in her hand actually gave her a faint sense of familiarity.

"Who's there!" a low, questioning roar came from behind her.

Feng Moxi turned around calmly, not bothering to hide the *Ghost Poison Record* in her hand. Ten men in black walked onto the rooftop, staring straight at her.

There was actually a woman in this world as beautiful as this!

"The *Ghost Poison Record* is in her hands!!"

"Hand it over! Or you'll regret it!" The leader of the men in black couldn't care less about how beautiful she was; if they didn't retrieve the *Ghost Poison Record* tonight, they would all be dead!

"Is this your first day on the streets? How can you say something so brainless?" Feng Moxi looked at them indifferently, an invisible pressure radiating from her entire body.

"You! The boss gave the order: dead or alive, get the book back! Attack!" After the shout, the ten men in black drew pistols from their waists and slowly closed in on Feng Moxi.

Feng Moxi didn't move, as confident as if she knew they couldn't do anything to her.

*Buzz, buzz, buzz*—a harsh mechanical drone sounded overhead. The men in black stopped and looked up one after another.

"I'm done playing with you." Feng Moxi flicked her hand, and a fine powder drifted with the wind toward the men.

The men in black were startled and tried to dodge, but it was too late. No one could escape the Poison King’s toxic powder, just as no one could escape the Poison King’s medical skills, which could pull even the half-dead back to life.

She reached for the rope ladder dangling from the helicopter and began to climb slowly. Suddenly, an eerie aura began to swirl around Feng Moxi.

Clutching the *Ghost Poison Record* to her chest, Feng Moxi gritted her teeth and stopped climbing.

The rope ladder suddenly emitted a crisp snapping sound. Feng Moxi couldn't help but smile bitterly; even a ladder made of celestial silk could break this easily?

"Xi..." Mu Han’s gentle voice sounded above her. She looked up and saw that his eyes, usually filled with infinite tenderness, were now brimming with sorrow.

Feng Moxi looked at him quietly, saying nothing, neither happy nor sad, showing no emotion at all.

Mu Han smiled bitterly. Even though she had accepted his marriage proposal, she, in the end, did not love him.

The rope ladder finally gave way and snapped completely. The moment she fell, Feng Moxi swatted away the hand reaching for the *Ghost Poison Record* in her arms and plummeted under his stunned gaze.

In mid-air, the *Ghost Poison Record* in Feng Moxi’s arms suddenly emitted a strange, intertwined black and white light. It flashed once, and then her figure was gone.

On the helicopter, Mu Han looked down in despair. *You would rather die than love me, is that it?* He only wanted a fraction of her love, even if it was only one in ten thousand...