This Text Adventure Game is definitely poisonous Chapter 1593 - 683: Below the Deep Blue Lake Water2

Moon Lake certainly couldn’t let the parasites beco spokespersons, and after all these years, no clanspeople have jumped into the lake, so even if Moon Lake wanted to select a spokesperson, there was no one to choose, which is why it has been delayed until now.

Therefore, theoretically, as long as an uninfected clansperson jumps into the lake next, regardless of the conditions, they should be able to beco the Son of the Moon Festival!

"Three hundred years? What does it an exactly? Explain clearly..." The Clan Leader was stunned. Skywolf’s words made him instinctively feel like he was about to grasp sothing.

But just as the Clan Leader was about to ask further.

From the back of the crowd, a hidden crossbow arrow suddenly shot out.

Although the arrow seed aid at Mu Luo, Mu Luo’s strong perception made him instinctively tilt his head to avoid the attack.

Thus, the arrow passed by his neck, piercing into the Clan Leader opposite, accurately striking his shoulder, and the imnse force toppled the Clan Leader to the ground.

"Two traitors ambush the Clan Leader! They want to kill the Clan Leader! Kill them!" Soone shouted.

Several sentries led the attack, and others instinctively followed suit.

"Wait! Let him finish talking..." The Clan Leader hurriedly shouted, clutching the wound on his shoulder.

He saw clearly that although the angle of the arrow was hidden, it definitely wasn’t fired by those two.

Unfortunately, he had no chance. Seeing the Clan Leader injured, and with soone leading the charge, countless savages sward forward, rushing towards Mu Luo and Skywolf.

"Boom!"

In the midst of a muffled sound, a dusky blue smoke suddenly rose on the spot.

The toxic smoke ford, enveloping Mu Luo and Skywolf in the blink of an eye, and quickly spreading to the surroundings.

"It’s Wicked Gall Flower’s poison, retreat quickly!"

Soone imdiately recognized the source of the toxic smoke, a poisonous herb-made smoke that eroded internal organs in a short ti. Due to its rapid onset, it was almost incurable; even savages couldn’t withstand this level of toxin.

The savages who initially sward forward hurriedly retreated.

The toxic smoke spread outward for hundreds of ters before finally stopping.

People surrounded the toxic smoke, only hearing faint noises from within, but unable to enter and investigate.

Only after several tens of seconds did the toxic smoke gradually dissipate.

People rushed back to the original spot, only to find no trace of anyone. Both Skywolf and Mu Luo had vanished.

"It’s Scythia..."

The Clan Leader imdiately confird this point. Only the Herbalist could use poison so skillfully, and the Herbalist who would save them both at this ti was obviously only likely to be Scythia.

Confirming this, the Clan Leader secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He now confird the arrow was aid at him: Soone in the clan wanted to kill him, even attempting to sow chaos, falsely blaming the murder attempt on Skywolf and Mu Luo...

Plus Skywolf’s words already made him realize the problem: There really seems to be a spy within the clan!

"In the past three hundred years, it’s been the parasites jumping into the lake?"

Reflecting on Skywolf’s words, the Clan Leader felt sweat coming from his forehead. If this information was true, the problem was enormously significant...

The chanic incident was rely an outsider jumping into Moon Lake, and it had already pressured the Clan Leader at the ti to resign and apologize. During his term, a full three hundred years, with over two thousand Life Sacrificers, if they really were all parasites, then even dying to compensate couldn’t repay this sin...

Thinking this, the Clan Leader imdiately wanted to issue so orders but suddenly felt dizzy.

"Not good, the arrow is poisoned..." The Clan Leader realized this point too late, his consciousness rapidly disintegrated, and he fainted on the spot.

...

"What happened..."

"Am I dead..."

...

Mu You looked at the surrounding darkness, his consciousness sowhat blurred.

By this ti, about an hour had passed since he jumped into the lake.

At the mont he entered the water, he saw countless blue butterflies swarm towards him, as if he hadn’t jumped into Moon Lake but into an ocean of butterflies.

Every drop of water in the ocean consisted of innurable minuscule butterflies down to the molecular level.

At the instant he fell into the butterfly ocean, countless miniature butterflies sward, biting, tearing at every part of his body, ripping apart his flesh, biting his bones bit by bit, then devouring them... until his entire body was consud completely, and only then did the turmoil subside.

Of course, it might just be his hallucination at the brink of death, and he was simply consud by the Moon Lake water.

Mu You died; the mont he entered Moon Lake, he was already devoid of bones.

But he didn’t die completely; a trace of his consciousness didn’t vanish with his body, but transford into a blue butterfly, continuing to sink until drawn into the still-open Moon Eye at the lake’s bottom by a strange force.

For the next hour, Mu You felt himself continuously falling in the darkness...

Below Moon Eye seed like an endless dark abyss, pitch black, Mu You couldn’t control his body, only letting himself drift, sinking deeper.

No knowing for how long he fell, he finally felt he hit the bottom, with so light appearing around. From a soul’s perspective, he barely made out so things.

It was indeed a lake bottom, full of silt, dark and murky.

Mu You attempted to flap his wings, flying along the lake bottom.