"There was another guest after all."
Seeing Chen Luo return from the back, Zhang Junwei's gaze immediately shifted over. The black hair writhing across the ground slowly rose, taking the shape of a wooden stool.
"Husband, we have a guest at home. Hurry and get up to receive him."
Ignoring Family Head Wu, Li Hongxiu, and the others, Zhang Junwei walked to the bedside like an ordinary housewife and softly spoke to the lump of mud wrapped in black hair.
The black hair began spreading outward, and the black mud squirmed. Wu Ling's bloodless face emerged from within.
"Senior, save me."
Wu Ling's face was full of pain. He still retained a little awareness and recognized Chen Luo as the expert who had saved him during the day.
"It has seeped into the bone marrow. He's dead for sure!"
Li Hongxiu took out her hairpin. Before she could make a move, she saw its tip turn pitch-black.
"This situation should never have been brought to an alchemist from the start. They should have sought an Immortal Realm expert proficient in curses. Pills can only treat the symptoms; to solve the problem completely, one must start with the curse."
Yang Ding spoke bluntly.
Whether it was Wu Ling or the Zhang family’s young lady before them, neither looked like a living person anymore.
The auras on these two were not strong, at most at the Dao Integration Realm. Before True Immortals, such a realm was no different from ants. Yet these two had relied on the power of the Peerless Immortal Artifact, the River of Rebirth, to trap so many True Immortals inside.
"Is my husband beyond saving?"
Zhang Junwei, dressed in a red wedding robe, looked toward the two of them. With that single glance, the two Alchemy Immortals instantly