From the opened mouth of the Bronze Urn seeped a liquid as sweet as a mother's milk. It was also like the nectar inside a Venus flytrap, tempting those outside to return to the womb.
Like a Venus flytrap, it lured insects inside to digest them completely.
Smelling that strange scent, Lin Feng was especially clearheaded. He knew Granny had finished digesting the Coal Spirit and was looking for new prey.
That was good news. The Coal Spirit might already have become the Painted Skin he wanted. All he had to do was stand up, take out the Painted Skin floating inside, and drape it over himself to deceive the ghosts and gods.
The bad news was that Granny had no new prey.
She had set her sights on the only living thing in the room.
Lin Feng himself had become Granny's prey.
She had lost her reason and no longer recognized him.
The liquid slowly dripped down the Bronze Urn, giving off an exceptionally rich fragrance. Lin Feng did not want to fight Granny inside the Bronze Urn, so some native South Seas abomination would have to suffer instead.
His hand moved slightly, and the wind blew open the loosely fastened window.
He knew something had to be waiting for him outside.
He was not disappointed.
A few breaths after his window swung open, the scent of herbs drifted in on the evening breeze, and the woman's head Lin Feng had seen before floated up outside. Seeing the open window, she seemed to take it as permission to enter and leisurely drifted inside.
Despite the intestines, heart, liver, spleen, stomach, and kidneys dangling beneath her, she still looked extraordinarily alluring.
Like a giant jellyfish.
Lin Feng had none of Ning Caichen's aspirations.
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