The writing suddenly stopped there.
It was as though someone had pressed pause on a crucial videotape while it was playing.
No matter how Ning Rongrong urged or threatened it in her mind, the Sheepskin Paper remained blank beyond that point. Not another word appeared.
Ning Rongrong stared fixedly at the passage, her mind racing through the possibilities.
The Sheepskin Paper volunteered information to me?
The scene described in those few sentences was very clear.
Peaceful Ancient Town, the old man in the herbal medicine shop, the Forum's reputation, and herbal medicine capable of suppressing revival.
According to Lin Cheng's annotations, the Sheepskin Paper did not lie.
That meant Peaceful Ancient Town really existed, as did the old man and the medicine.
Even invoking the Forum's name to ask for the medicine was guaranteed to work.
Seen that way, this was not only the sole available solution to her evil ghost revival, but also the only way out of the deadly predicament when the bus stalled.
"This is an opportunity."
Ning Rongrong tucked the Sheepskin Paper safely against her body, her gaze gradually growing deep and cold.
She would never trust the Sheepskin Paper completely. She knew there had to be a lethal trap hidden between its lines.
But this was her only way out now that she had nowhere left to turn. What she needed to do was find that trap.
Then turn it into a perfect plan of her own.
At the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect on the Douluo Continent.
The atmosphere was so oppressive it seemed to have congealed.
Ning Fengzhi sat upright in the sect master's seat, gripping its armrests so tightly that his knuckles had turned white.
Beside him, Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong looked equally grim.
They had