Si Yan seemed afraid of being thrown off, so he held Jiang Nuo so tightly that he could hardly breathe.
Jiang Nuo sighed and patted his tightly gripped hand. "Let go, or you'll strangle me."
"Oh..."
Si Yan relaxed a little more.
Just a little bit.
Jiang Nuo slowly moved her foot away, her face tense and her brows furrowed.
Since watching the live stream, netizens have never seen Jiang Nuo with this expression, not even when facing the dozens of ghosts in the Ghost King Illusory Realm.
Their hearts couldn't help but tighten in their throats.
[Ahhhhh, why is God Nuo making that expression?!]
"Oh my god, I'm starting to get scared! Jiang Nuo isn't going to die here, is he? That would be so frustrating!"
What exactly is Jiang Nuo stepping on? Why is he so nervous?!
I'm dying of laughter! Jiang Nuo, the king of showing off, has finally met his Waterloo. What a pathetic performance!
Seeing this, the guest group also became nervous. Zhou Ling and Qian Sen each prepared themselves to rush over and lend a hand if necessary.
Jiang Nuo's body stiffened, and her hand holding Si Yan began to tremble slightly.
This situation made Si Yan even more helpless. She had already gathered Spiritual Power in her palm, determined to use herself as a human shield rather than let Nuonuo get hurt.
" Nuonuo, don't be afraid."
He gently comforted her, then grasped Jiang Nuo's palm and patted it reassuringly.
In the end, only the toe of the shoe remained pressed against the mechanism's latch.
At the last second, Jiang Nuo quickly moved her foot away and hugged Si Yan, dodging to the side.
Everyone instinctively raised their arms to shield their heads.
"Surprise!"
Jiang Nuo cheered, raised her hand in celebration, her expression excited, her peach-blossom eyes brimming with joy.
I was lying to you!
The joy in his tone was as if he were saying "Happy New Year."
Everyone: "..."
I'm numb.
I'm completely numb.
[...]
" God Nuo, you... I even had tissues ready, and this is what you do."
Xiao Yue said indignantly, "I knew he was sick!!"
Everyone was silent, except for Si Yan, whose eyes were deep and dark. He turned his head and buried his face in Jiang Nuo's neck, his voice low and aggrieved.
" Nuonuo... you lied to me."
He was being so affectionate, but his voice trembled slightly.
Pretending not to have seen the Ghost Power absorbed into her left eye when Jiang Nuo turned around while holding her.
His aura was so powerful that he had no doubt that if the ghostly mechanism were allowed to activate, everyone present would be attacked.
I am one of them.
Nuonuo wouldn't be the type to secretly save others.
So, could we assume that Nuonuo transferred the Ghost Power to protect him?
Nuonuo's left eye was indeed very strange, unlike a human eye, yet it was different from Zhou's.
What about Nuonuo's eyes before?
Si Yan's thoughts raced, and she secretly perfected her strategy, only satisfied after Jiang Nuo coaxed her again and again.
"Okay, okay, I wasn't lying to you, I was lying to them."
Zuo You could completely disregard the netizens' opinions. Jiang Nuo simply and decisively coaxed her, cupping her cheeks and kissing the corner of her lips, teasing her with a smile.
" Jiang Nuo! This really is an array!"
Qian Sen suddenly roared, drawing everyone's attention.
But it was too late.
Smoke began to fill the surroundings, not from any one place, but from all directions, from the air itself.
The fog is a harbinger of the array's activation.
Jiang Nuo straightened up, dusted off his clothes, and exclaimed, "Then we'll have to find the core of the formation first! Everyone, get moving!"
"The key element of the formation should be something like wood," he suggested.
The fog gradually began to obstruct visibility.
The three members of Team Yellow watched as Zhou Ling and Qian Sen's weapons glowed with an eerie light, becoming the only source of light in the mist, as if they were watching a magic trick.
Then, a palm-sized doll flew out of Su Hen's sleeve, flapping its wings and searching for the path ahead.
They thought this was already quite impressive, but little did they know that this was the only doll Su Hen could summon that could be controlled through his Soul Power.
Su Hen's palms were almost bleeding from being pinched so hard, and waves of horror surged through her heart.
Why... why am I so weak?
In the mist, Su Hen felt his Soul Power constantly decreasing, but it was being absorbed, while no one else showed such symptoms.
He slowly lowered his head, looking at the only thing about himself that made him different from everyone else.
The chain that our tour guide, Da Qiang, gave us... I don't know if it's just my imagination, but the hammer hanging from that chain seems to be getting heavier and heavier.
Su Hen immediately felt like she was dealing with a hot potato, trying her best to shake off the chains, only to realize that she was completely unable to break free.
Lin Yu, who was secretly absorbing his Soul Power, frowned slightly and turned his gaze to the chains.
Want to steal his "food"? Dream on.
"I'll help you."
Lin Yu seemed to realize that Su Hen was about to break free of the chains, so he reached out and helped, easily tearing them off.
"Thanks..."
Su Hen's voice grew weaker, but she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The live chat was filled with comments praising Lin Yu for being handsome and kind-hearted.
Meanwhile, the group searching for the mechanisms within the misty formation ahead had begun to slowly drift apart.
I can't see you anymore!
Chu Xiu shouted loudly, " Jiang Nuo, Si Yan! Where are you?"
As soon as she finished speaking, another loud crash came from downstairs.
With a loud boom, a thick fog rolled in, and the poisonous cloud spread rampantly.
Everyone slowly collapsed. Inside the fog formation downstairs, six statues of gods were not obscured, each holding a different item.
The bronze mirror shines, symbolizing a psychedelic experience.
An illusion begins.
--
" Si Yan, wake up!"
Si Mingde's aged voice kept urging him on.
"Pain..."
Si Yan let out a cry of pain and slowly woke up.
What I saw was not my grandfather's face, but his back.
Si Yan paused in confusion, looked down at her semi-transparent body, and then looked around at her surroundings.
The spacious hall contained 12 coffins, each one defying the principles of Yin and Yang, and clearly imbued with malevolent energy.
But the placement was strange; there was a bed in the middle, and the person on the bed was Si Yan knew all too well.
It was himself, or more precisely, his childhood self.
Memories flooded his mind instantly, and a hint of fear flashed in Si Yan's gloomy phoenix eyes.
It was an experience he least wanted to recall. That year, he was injured by the Ghost King who broke into the association. His already unstable soul was brutally attacked, and his Spiritual Power and purple aura surged wildly, even being invaded by ghostly energy.
"President! The young master's mortal body couldn't withstand so much Spiritual Power to begin with, and now he's being corrupted by ghostly energy. He has to share a bed with the vengeful spirit to suppress the Ghost King's aura."
The man next to Si Mingde said seriously, "However... even if the resentment is suppressed in bed, it can only be temporarily suppressed. It will be difficult to completely restore it."
"No! Xiao Yan absolutely cannot be harmed."
Si Mingde put his hands behind his back, his expression heavy. After deep thought, he suddenly remembered something.
" Spirit-Suppressing Stone!"
"The soul must be suppressed with Spirit-Suppressing Stone- suppressing stone and forged for forty-nine days before the Spiritual Power can be stabilized!"
Upon hearing his suggestion, the man beside him sighed again, "But guild leader, Spirit-Suppressing Stone are hard to find these days. The last time one appeared was during the Republic of China era."