Watching Gu Xuan circle around him like a peacock trying to attract a mate, Xiao Ran's expression gradually darkened. His voice turned cold. "Do you think... I'm an idiot?"
Gu Xuan's movements abruptly stopped, and the faintly boastful smile on his face froze.
"Young friend Xiao Ran, why would you say that?" Gu Xuan's voice remained calm. His brows knitted slightly, as if he felt helpless at being misunderstood.
"Nothing but benefits and no drawbacks?"
Xiao Ran gave a cold laugh, his gaze sharp as a blade as he fixed it on Gu Xuan. "Even if you're tired of living and want to end it all, that doesn't mean you'd go so far as to make yourself the sacrifice."
As he spoke, Xiao Ran stood up. "If you want my help, we can talk. After all, we don't have any blood feud between us. But if you take me for an idiot, then I'm sorry, but no!"
At the anger on Xiao Ran's face, the carefree expression on Gu Xuan's face gradually turned serious. "My young friend, I'm not trying to deceive you. This is a fate that was decided long ago. From the moment I stole the Fungal Seed, it was already decided that I would become the sacrifice."
As Gu Xuan spoke, he waved his hand, and an image drawn from countless lines appeared in the air before them.
The countless lines were like stars, depicting the distribution of mycelium throughout the entire Tomb Kingdom. When Gu Xuan turned the image upside down, the mycelium gradually converged downward, finally gathering at a single point and slowly forming the shape of a corpse.
The corpse had rotted until only its bones remained, and a thick root stretched out from its skull.
Gu Xuan continued to enlarge the image, making