rresistible. Leaning against his shoulder, I felt both real and unreal at the same time."Now I'm afraid too," I confessed to him, something I rarely did. Watching my belly grow bigger each day filled...Perhaps Mu Wanchen and You Nan had grown accustomed to this chilly, bone-chilling atmosphere.

I shuddered violently, goosebumps erupting all over my body. I turned back to look outside the door, but the faint sunlight couldn't penetrate the gloom.

This house seemed to become another world from the moment you stepped through the door.

It is said that humans have three souls and seven spirits. If the seven spirits scatter, the soul will be without support and rely on nothing. When a person dies completely, the soul should enter the cycle of reincarnation.

When the talisman was thoroughly activated, a faint white thing appeared in the room. Younan glanced at it and shook his head: “It’s useless. We can't get anything out of him. The practitioner has already extracted his soul. These remaining vestiges of consciousness can't tell us anything.”

Mù Wǎn Chén didn't say anything. He changed a talisman, and after the talisman paper dissolved, the semi-transparent white thing gradually became clearer.

"...Divination is the specialty of the Wu clan. As long as a spirit remains, they can always communicate with it." Mu Wanchen beckoned to the white mass with his finger.

As if drawn by an unseen force, the white mass twitched.

"Where is your master" Mu Wanchen asked.

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"Who poisoned you"

“...”

The other party couldn't speak at all. Mu Wanchen wasn't in a hurry, and asked slowly: "…Afraid, aren't you Your seven souls have scattered, your three souls are about to be destroyed. When a person is about to die, their words become good. If there is any good word, it can also dispel a trace of sin."

“...”

"The Dragon King betrayed his clan, recklessly abusing dark magic to harm the world. You, who were used by him, are undoubtedly deeply sinful. After death... your souls will be scattered. If there is even a shred of clarity left, you should beg me for protection and preserve your soul. There is still hope for survival." Mu Wanchen said in a low voice.

The other party seemed to be wavering. I heard a mumbled reply: “ … King Rong… long ago… already…”

King of Glory He meant Dragon King, right

What has already happened

Mu Wanchen frowned, listening to him speak, but he was not only disoriented but also terribly confused.

"...It sounds like a conspiracy," I muttered under my breath.

This "Dragon King" used to vie for the throne with Mu Wanchen. After losing, he fled abroad with his followers and established himself as a renowned sorceror. Now that he's back, he's likely eyeing the position of Divine King and the artifacts left behind by past Divine Kings that Mu Wanchen possesses.

The old monster was hidden in the shadows, while the Dragon King was out in the open. But both of them were hiding very well and wouldn't show themselves easily.

Mu Wanchen took out a sealing bamboo tube and said to the white mass, "Do you want to come in"

Across from him, seemed to be moved by some unknown inspiration, he excitedly stammered, "Glory, King... are coming... He... these past years... so many... ghosts..."

Upon hearing the words "ghost spirits," the aloof young master Yu Nan let out a haughty "Humph."

He was probably the least afraid of ghosts kid in the world.

The Sealing Bamboo should be quite valuable. Mu Wanchen put it into the bamboo tube, and Xiaoyu Nan pouted and said, "Senior Brother Mu, what use is keeping this thing It can't be placed on the altar nor used for soul refinement. Wasting a bamboo tube of yours."

Mu Wanchen lightly shook his head: "We can just make a new bamboo tube, but as long as one spirit remains, it shouldn't be destroyed easily... Look at your father in the underworld. Every day, countless souls pass by, and they all have their own set of rules. Even the underworld cannot easily harm heavenly souls and earthly spirits."

“But Master Mu, you’re too merciful. People like this who do so much evil shouldn't be forgiven.” You Nan puffed up her cheeks: “As for that Dragon King, if he invades our sect and disturbs my mother, I won’t let him off.”

Pff... I almost couldn't hold back my laughter, this little guy is so full of contrasts.

Such childish talk is just what a child should be saying.

Mu Wanchen was also very fond of Younan. He reached out and gently touched Younan's head, whispering comfortingly, "You don't need to worry about these things... I will take precautions."

Little Younan was probably being over-protected by his father, so he wanted to find a chance to be mischievous. But this little ancestor's mischief was unusual. He would pull out a soul-binding talisman or something like that at every turn. Who would dare let their child play with such things

Mu Wanchen continued, "I'll send you back to Nanshan first."

Xiaoyu's mouth twitched downwards imperceptibly, revealing a hint of disappointment.

At times like this, it's time to call on our teammates. I stepped forward and suggested, "Well... You Nan doesn't get out often, why don't we all go take a look We can send him back after."

The little boy looked at me deeply, as if to say: You're pretty clever.

Mu Wanchen hesitated for a moment before nodding and saying, "Okay, let's go. Lian Long is doing his best to treat her, we should go see the place where it happened."

When I usually see Mu Wanchen, he walks alone. Now, he is leading a guard of twenty or thirty people, which looks quite imposing.

Walking through the desolate yet vibrant ruins of a mountain forest, I could faintly see some dilapidated houses.

It used to be a village of necromancers, now it looks like a haunted house.

Not only did the fire consume lives, but it also obliterated all traces of their existence. It must have been truly infuriating for Master back then, otherwise he wouldn't have resorted to such drastic measures as severing souls and using world-consuming flames.

A hollow house stood silently in the valley, its dark mouth gaping open.

The layout of the village is actually quite sophisticated. Many eccentrics and geniuses live here, and they know how to build structures on the most reasonable terrain.

That house had collapsed halfway, its base made entirely of massive stones, firmly planted on the hillside. It must have been an important enemy watchtower fortress.

The more I stared, the more I felt like something was in that gaping doorway. I couldn't help but grab onto Mu Wanchen's clothes.

"What's up" he asked, turning around.

"Is there, is there anything in there I feel like there's something inside." I pointed to the room.

"There are tunnels there, so you find it alluringly deep. That's not surprising." Mu Wanchen explained.

The Abyss... It is said that when a person looks down from a high place, they will experience dizziness. This dizziness will temporarily cause the mind to lose its judgment, leading to a fall or jumping down voluntarily. This is one kind of "fallacy" of the Abyss Gazing.

But standing here, besides feeling creeped out, I also sensed a faint black swirl like an ink vortex churning behind that door. Am I imagining things

“Yin Luo, if you’re scared, I’ll send you back first.” Mu Wanchen reached out and patted my face.

"I'm not afraid, but I think something's off about that place. Let's go take a look Don't want some monster hiding there to hurt us." I suggested.

"Good." Mu Wanchen listened to my advice very much and immediately arranged for two guards to go up and check.

"Could that Dragon King be trying to mislead us Sending a decoy to distract us while he sneaks in" I asked.

Mu Wanchen nodded. "It's very possible, but his aura is very familiar to me. It wouldn't be easy for him to hide within this sect. Every blade of grass and every creature here can be used by me."

As soon as the words left his mouth, a guard investigating shouted, "Your Majesty the Shaman King, there are traces of dried blood here."Jiang Qiyun's mouth "The fundamental Dao" of a millennium-long dream, who does not concern themselves with worldly affairs.He wouldn't allow any of his treasures to leak out, that must be quite diffic...