Buluo had no choice but to carefully hide himself, bitterness welling up in his heart. When had he ever been this timid?
Once upon a time, who had Buluo been? That arrogant, overbearing bookboy who feared no one and strutted as though unrivaled beneath heaven!
Buluo pressed his head to the ground and did not look at the other party. Though these cultivators had lost their cultivation, their senses remained exceptionally keen.
If he stared at the other party, they might sense it. Thus, Buluo merely kept his ear to the ground and listened...
Not long after Buluo concealed himself, that figure arrived. The person abruptly stopped here, glanced around, and then spoke.
"It's me!"
Buluo looked at Li Yan before him, concern immediately appearing in his eyes. Li Yan looked utterly bedraggled at the moment.
Several large holes had been torn in his clothes, exposing the skin beneath. Patches of bloodstains covered him. Though the blood had already dried, it still carried a thick stench of blood.
After several months in the Netherworld, Li Yan's hair had grown very long. At that moment, quite a few clotted chunks of blood were stuck along his hairline.
"Brother Li, who did you fight?"
Buluo hurriedly asked. At the same time, there was hope in the depths of his eyes. He hoped that during the more than ten days Li Yan had disappeared, Li Yan had truly gone to investigate a way out.
Yet he did not ask directly. The two had always avoided speaking certain taboo words outright. If possible, Li Yan would give him a hint.
"I went to the banks of the 'River of Netherfall' and encountered something in the river. I nearly couldn't even protect myself. Those two died at the hands of those bizarre things. I did