Mist Smoke Mountain, within the Underground Yin River.
Chen Mu sped through a narrow crack between the rocks.
The moment he squeezed sideways into a cave three to five meters tall, Chen Mu could not help but shudder all over.
"Junior Brother, where are you going?" A familiar figure stood in the depths of the cave, wearing a sinister smile.
How did this lunatic get ahead of me?!
Watching that eerie figure slowly drift toward him, Chen Mu involuntarily took a step back.
The next moment, his vision blurred, and Sun Wuhuan abruptly vanished from where he stood.
This is bad!
Chen Mu's pupils suddenly contracted.
Before he could react, he felt someone blow a cold breath against his neck.
An icy chill instantly spread from head to toe, filling his entire body.
Chen Mu turned his head as though his neck had rusted.
He saw Sun Wuhuan's plump, smiling face somehow resting on his shoulder.
As if noticing Chen Mu's gaze,
the other man slowly turned his head as well, his neck cracking as it moved.
Blood streamed from his eyes as he turned.
"Don't run, Junior Brother. Come play with me."
Sun Wuhuan's gentle voice, so close at hand, made Chen Mu's scalp prickle.
The blackened, rotten tongue in his mouth made every hair on Chen Mu's body stand on end.
Chen Mu stared at the lovestruck rotten head with a complicated expression.
Fuck!
Beneath Mist Smoke Mountain.
Inside a spherical Meridian Aperture.
Black smoke filled the enormous space, whose diameter stretched as far as a basketball court.
Xin Ya held a palm-sized black porcelain bottle and muttered an incantation. Strands of black mist occasionally flowed into it.
Pfft!
A hand suddenly punched through his chest.
Xin Ya went rigid, his face full of confusion.
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