"Mu Yun, Mu Yun..."
He heard it!
He heard Er Ya’s voice!
Yes, it wasn’t Wu Qiyi, it was Er Ya, her voice when she was five years old!
He ran wildly towards the sound!
The voice grew closer and closer!
But where was the person?
Looking around in bewildernt, he still couldn’t see anyone!
"Mu Yun, Mu Yun, I’m here."
Turning his head abruptly, he was horrified to find a small girl carved out of jade planted in the ground several dozen ters ahead, her neck buried in darkness, with only her head exposed!
"Mu Yun!"
"Er Ya!"
He quickly ran towards Er Ya, but she suddenly stopped him: "Don’t move!"
"What’s wrong?"
"You can’t co over, you’ll sink too."
"How could that be?"
Separated by about twenty ters from Er Ya, only now did he realize that it wasn’t because the place lacked light, but because the surrounding area was composed of black, non-reflective material, making it appear like a dark abyss.
Although Wu Qiyi’s body was in the state of a five-year-old, her consciousness was current.
He took a few slow steps forward and tried to stretch out an index finger, a small fla vortex appearing on the fingertip, slowly condensing into a small fireball.
He was controlling the Five Elents with his Spiritual Body, and this first attempt was not very successful.
However, this fireball was just for testing purposes.
Pointing a finger lightly at the black ground before him, the fireball, no bigger than the size of a thumbnail, imdiately shot out.
"Sss."
The fireball was extinguished the mont it ca in contact with the black ground, and at the sa ti, he realized that what was in front of him was not a flat surface, but a pool, a pool as pitch-black as the surroundings.
He looked up at Er Ya and asked, "Can you move?"
She shook her head: "I can’t, my body is fixed in place, and I keep feeling a force pulling down."
"Don’t panic just yet, I’ll go around and see if there’s a shortcut."
With that, he kept on forming fireballs, shooting them into the pool.
After making a round, what frustrated him was that the pool was circular, and Er Ya was right at the center of it.
Crouching by the pool, he slowly reached out his hand, wanting to touch the black water.
"Don’t touch it!"
Er Ya quickly cried out.
Looking up at Er Ya, he said with a smile, "I have to touch it, now that I’m here, I’ll rescue you no matter what!"
In the midst of speaking, the black water suddenly lunged at him, and before he could react, his right hand was grasped by the black water, and then he was dragged into its depths!
This black water was alive!
Once inside, he could clearly feel the black water around him pressing and smothering him as if it was alive!
At that mont, aside from a sparse amount of the Five Elents, he had no attack power at all, and he suddenly realized that without talismans, he was no different from an ordinary person!
If he was on the shore, he might have so reservations, but since he was already in the water, he no longer cared so much!
Moving his limbs quickly, he parted the water in front of him, took a deep breath, and imdiately swam towards Er Ya!
Black water, oh no, it should be called black oil!
This black substance is more aptly described as oil rather than water.
It’s significantly stickier than water and unlike oil, it doesn’t stick to your skin.
Getting closer!
You continuously moved your hands and tirelessly kicked through the viscous liquid, using it as a thrust to rapidly approach Er Ya!
anwhile, a disheveled man entered the Old Yuhang Restaurant. He put down a bottle of vintage liquor on the counter and said to the attendant who was playing mobile gas behind the counter, "Hey, lad, pour ten jins of Daughter’s Red."
The attendant didn’t even lift her head, "Sold out."
"Sold out?" The disheveled man was taken aback. He pounced on the counter, poking his head over, "Hey, don’t you guys always have stock? I’m not asking for much, just ten jins."
The attendant glanced up at the disheveled man with so impatience and said, "It’s you again, you old drunk. Drinking all day, you’re going to end up dead because of it one day!"
"That’d actually be pretty nice."
"I said it’s sold out," the attendant went back to her ga, ignoring the disheveled man.
At that mont, his nose twitched as if he sensed a strong aroma of liquor.
Following the scent, he went upstairs.
The upstairs hall was filled with nurous people, but it seed none of them were interested in the plentiful food and drinks on the tables as each person occasionally looked up at the ceiling.
"Hey hey, what are you doing coming up here?"
Zong Wangyue saw a sloppy drunkard wobbling up the stairs. Just as he stood up, preparing to chase him away, your deep-in-thought mother suddenly stood up and addressed the drunk with surprise, "Uncle Yang, what brings you here?"
"Uncle Yang?"
At the ntion of this na, Xiao iyu, who had been engrossed in her mobile ga at the table, suddenly looked up with a aningful glance towards the man who walked up to the table, grabbed a bowl, and without hesitation, started guzzling the untouched liquor.
"Gulp, gulp," the bowl of over forty-degree homade bamboo leaf green liquor was swallowed in seconds.
"Hmm, not bad, this liquor."
Uncle Yang took a seat next to Zong Wangyue, reaching for a plate of white-cut chicken that no one had touched yet.
"Uncle Yang, your timing is perfect, I have sothing to ask you." Your mother approached Uncle Yang, staring intently at him, "Do you know about the Soul Devouring Curse?"
"The Soul Devouring Curse?" Uncle Yang put at and bones into his mouth, chewed heartily, and then took a large gulp of liquor before laughing, "Of course, I know."
"How to lift it?"
"If it’s not fully three years, use a talismanic array and it will dissolve in six hours," he replied.
Your mother’s eyebrows raised as she continued, "What if this Soul Devouring Curse has persisted for over a thousand years?"
Uncle Yang’s hand, which was reaching out, suddenly paused, and he slowly turned his head to look at your mother.
"Who?"
"The Empress."
Uncle Yang’s whole body shook, and a glint of sharpness passed through his dull eyes.
"Take to see."
"Alright!"
Actually, ever since you and Wu Qiyi had gone to the third floor, your mother’s heart had never been at ease. For so reason, her intuition told her that this matter was not going to be that simple.
"Mrs. Xiao, who is this?"
Xi Yu, standing by the staircase and seeing your mother leading Uncle Yang upstairs, instinctively blocked their path.
"Xi Yu, step aside," your mother said.
After a brief silence, Xi Yu nodded slightly and moved to one side.
As soon as Uncle Yang reached the third floor, he imdiately looked into your eyes. When he saw the gently swirling Sen Luo Curse Mark, he chuckled lightly, "The Sen Luo Eye? I didn’t expect this boy to be able to control it so easily. Hmm? Not right!"
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