Wu Feng felt a shiver run down his spine as the woman's gaze landed on him, making him extrely uncomfortable, as if countless ants were crawling under his skin.
Yet, when he raised his head to look at the gentle smile on the woman's face, he subconsciously let down his guard, while his eyes flashed with longing and love.
This love was not the kind of love that two people of the opposite gender would feel, but more like the love that a son had for his own mother.
Slowly, this love beca more and more intense, until finally, the clarity in Wu Feng's eyes completely disappeared.
When she saw this, the woman in the painting stretched out her hand, and although she was still inside the painting, a gentle hand seed to pat Wu Feng on top of his head, comforting him like a mother would.
Feeling the woman's love, Wu Feng, who had now beco muddle-headed, imdiately reacted.
His eyes beca swollen and tears began pouring out, as he changed his kneeling posture and took a fetal position.
"Mother, you have to help !"
"Just today a new true disciple appeared and...", Wu Feng struggled to speak, and he explained everything that happened previously to the woman in the painting.
This included the death of Xiong Qi, as well as the current situation he faced.
In response, the woman showed a motherly smile and continued moving her hand, patting Wu Feng gently.
"Shh...", a gentle voice that made his body tingle echoed in Wu Feng's ears when he was finished speaking, followed by a sentence:
"Mother can help you deal with that girl, but you know that you'll have to pay a price..."
In a confused state, Wu Feng didn't hesitate and replied without any thinking:
"Mother, don't worry. I'm willing to pay any price!"
Hearing his words, the smile on the woman's face beca even more apparent, as if she was satisfied with his decision.
"One hundred thousand sacrifices.", her voice soon echoed directly in Wu Feng's mind who instantly nodded his head.
"I'll be sure to satisfy your request!", Wu Feng spoke, his voice loud and clear despite the lack of clarity in his ears.
The mont he finished speaking, a connection ford between him and the woman in the painting, and they had unknowingly signed a contract.
According to the terms of this contract, Wu Feng would have to sacrifice the lives of one hundred thousand people or sothing of equivalent value in exchange for the woman's help.
If Wu Feng failed to satisfy the contract's terms, he would have to use both his body and his soul as compensation, while on the other hand, the woman would not have to pay any price if she failed to satisfy her end of the contract.
As the two of them reached a deal, it was unknown whether she lost her source of power or whether she was no longer willing to pay attention to Wu Feng, but the agility in the woman's eyes quickly disappeared.
Soon, the painting that was hanging on the wall lost its extraordinary nature, turning back into an ordinary-looking painting.
At the sa ti, Wu Feng's eyes regained their clarity, and he suddenly recovered from his muddle-headed state.
Rembering his previous actions, he couldn't help but take a step back, looking at the painting with horror.
"I didn't expect that this painting could affect even after I awakened a High-Grade Vision and reached the Aspect Stage.
"Even Supernatural Realm cultivators don't have such power. I'm afraid that the level of this painting is even higher than I initially thought.", Wu Feng thought, but he quickly stopped thinking about it.
Instead, he focused on the terms of the contract he had just signed.
Going through them, his face couldn't help but beco gloomy.
"One hundred thousand lives...", Wu Feng whispered in a low voice.
Throughout the years, he had asked for help from the woman in the painting many tis, and each ti, she would require him to sacrifice the lives of people in exchange for her help.
But even though the two of them had reached a deal many tis before, it was the first ti for her to ask so many sacrifices.
Even when he had begged her to kill a Creation Stage true disciple that secretly opposed him before, it only cost the lives of ten thousand people or so.
Thinking of this, Wu Feng's expression beca a little complex.
This was not because he suddenly awakened his conscience and atoned for his sins, but because the number of sacrifices he needed to pay was directly related to the strength and potential of the person that he wanted to deal with.
The fact that it required paying the lives of one hundred thousand people to kill Chu Wuyao made it clear that there was sothing special about her.
"Sure enough, I was right to ask 'her' for help.", Wu Feng thought, happy with his previous decision.
Just then, he suddenly rembered sothing.
A trace of wariness flashed in his eyes as he lowered his head, and took a look at his own body.
However, when he looked at his abdon, he couldn't help but be filled with horror.
At so unknown ti, his abdon had beco bloated, making him look just like the woman in the painting.
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Most importantly, Wu Feng could feel that a living creature was moving inside him, seemingly wanting to break out.
Thinking of the past, his body trembled and he was about to urge his Mana, but before he could do so, a tearing sound echoed in his ears.
"Puff!"
Blood splattered all over the place and fell on Wu Feng's pale face, as two green claws poked out of his abdon and tore it apart.
"Damn it! No! Not again!", Wu Feng couldn't help but curse, and faced with the sharp pain in his abdon, he couldn't help but fall on the ground and roll around, trying to relieve the pain.
Unfortunately, his struggle was bound to be aningless.
Soon, loud screams spread throughout the underground room, followed by the rough breathing of an unknown creature.
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