"The conch... It should be an important token. I'm entrusting it to you. I'm going to sleep."
Lovecraft's body gradually floated upward, returning to the ruined temple on the surface.
Yu Jing examined the spiral-shaped object in his hand from every angle. It seemed to be some kind of treasure, and extremely strange writing had been engraved on its inner wall.
Aside from the advanced script of the Old World, there was also a type of scripture that Yu Jing did not recognize very well.
Moreover, this object had no usage threshold at all. Even an ordinary person could blow inward through the small, mouth-shaped hole, producing a unique conch note that affected the minds of others and drove them to suicide.
"This thing must be related to the Secret Realm we're about to enter."
Yu Jing stored the conch in his Ability Institute Card. When he returned to the surface, Abu was rubbing her eyes inside the tent.
The strap of the garment that had originally hung from Abu's shoulder had come loose, revealing her fair, fragrant little shoulder.
"Brother Yu Jing... how did your cooperation with Little Octopus go? Isn't Little Octopus amazing? Of the thirteen people here, Little Octopus isn't very confident against only the cold and aloof tyrant with the black peculiar obsession and that carefree Daoist. Little Octopus can suppress all the other thirteen... Of course, Brother Yu Jing will definitely be the strongest in the future."
Yu Jing nodded slightly. "Mm. Aren't you going to sleep?"
"Brother Yu Jing wasn't here, so I couldn't sleep... Hug me!"
Abu seemed to have developed a severe dependency. She could only fall asleep when pressed tightly against Yu Jing.
Axuan, who was inside Yu Jing's body, also felt somewhat jealous and kept grumbling. "That woman has no