Wang Buwu returned, shaking his head after his failed attempt. "No good. At first, I thought I could remember how the red nose felt, but after touching nose after nose, everything got muddled. Even my mind started having problems. That feeling..."
Song Baige picked up where he left off. "Like trying to find someone you know in a pile of corpses by feeling their noses."
"Yes, exactly. And the people were dead, but their noses were alive. With everything pitch-black before my eyes, that feeling was really..."
Everyone felt their hair stand on end.
"I'll do it. Since literary energy and true essence work, Fate Arts should work too. Barring any surprises, I can find the nose. Moon Stomping shouldn't be too difficult either," Li Qingxian said.
"What about the spinning top?" Wang Buwu asked.
"I can send my consciousness into my spirit platform and separate my mind from my body. That shouldn't be difficult either," Li Qingxian said.
"Be careful!"
"Should we send someone else to try first?"
"That's enough."
As Li Qingxian spoke, he stepped forward, and a child blindfolded him with white cloth.
He activated his Spirit Eye.
The white cloth contained a mysterious power that blocked his Spirit Eye. Li Qingxian blinked, and the scene before him changed.
In the murky darkness ahead, a dark-yellow line drawing of a human head wriggled gently, as though formed from yellow smoke in the wind, swaying to and fro.
On the walls to either side, nose-shaped wisps of dark-yellow smoke twisted gently, one after another.
Thank you, Good Fortune Born. Thank you, Weird Mother, Li Qingxian thought.
If Good Fortune Born's scheme hadn't led to the Weird Mother stabbing his eyes, his Spirit Eye would never have evolved into an eerie dragon, and he wouldn't have been able to