Exposure

"Where am I? Am I dead?"

Qi Buxiu groggily opened his eyes. He had been utterly muddleheaded these past few days and could no longer remember where he was.

"You were supposed to die, but Luo saved you.

Boy, do you remember how you got here?"

Luo Hong looked expressionlessly at Qi Buxiu, who sat against the wall, and asked unhurriedly.

"Senior, this junior's last memory is of cultivating in the spirit chamber at home. May I ask what day of the month it is today?"

Qi Buxiu swept Luo Hong with his divine sense, yet it was as though he had encountered a mortal—he could not sense the slightest mana aura. Alarmed, he immediately realized he had encountered an expert and respectfully asked.

"The ninth day of the Gan Month."

"What? Nine days have already passed! What was I doing these nine days? Why don't I remember any of it? Aah!"

Hearing this, Qi Buxiu could not help but feel deeply afraid. After all, throughout those nine days, his life had been hanging by a thread at every moment.

He tried hard to recall what had happened, but a splitting headache suddenly struck him, making him cry out in pain.

Seeing this, Luo Hong immediately extended his divine sense. He found that the man's primordial spirit had suffered neither damage nor Restriction, yet it faintly radiated a bloody glow. Someone had clearly tampered with him.

"Don't think about those nine days for now. Let me ask you: have you ever consumed blood ginseng, or encountered anything strange before this?"

Qi Buxiu had likely spent most of those nine days in this dungeon. Even if he remembered, it would not mean much. Luo Hong wanted to learn more about the blood ginseng.

"Both, I think."

After pondering for a moment,