Chapter 352: Entering the Daytime Palace (4)

Tao Zi touched the dagger on his body and said solemnly, "Let's go. In an emergency, I can still carry Master Cheng."

Cheng Wuchou was amused and said, "Tao Zi, it's rare to see you so humorous."

The three of them walked towards that place together.

When they reached an entrance, the Taoist priest suddenly said, "We're here. You can stop here. No need to go any further."

Tao Zi looked around. The entrance was recessed, leaving a square open space. It was covered with gold and gleamed as brightly as ever. The gate was made of a material she had never seen before. An iron lock was tied diagonally to the gate. If she could ignore the roaring in her ears, it looked extremely safe.

The Taoist's expression grew serious. He took out an instrument similar to a compass, except that it had two recesses at the head and tail. He said, "Young lady, please place your left hand in these recesses."

Tao Zi was just as he said.

As soon as I put my hand on it, the pointer moved slightly.

The Taoist's eyes lit up and he said, "It's useful. Young Master, please place your blood somewhere else."

Cheng Wuchou did as he was told, but the pointer did not change at all.

The Taoist priest took out several yellow talismans from his bag without any hurry. The talismans were hung in the air above the instrument, swaying as if they might fall down at any time.

The yellow talisman gradually combusted and the pointer began to shake slowly.

Tao Zi watched the pointer turn little by little until it pointed at her and then stopped.

Her first reaction was: "I'm heading due south, is your sister due south?"

Cheng Wuchou thought about the location of the palace and said, "That should be it. Then I'll go to the south to look for her."

Taoist: "...Well, have you ever thought of a possibility?"

They both looked at him and asked, "What's possible?"

Before he could say anything, there was another loud bang.

Tao Zi suddenly felt uneasy and said, "Let's leave here first."

The Taoist priest hurriedly put away the compass. Just as he took a step forward, the entire palace suddenly began to spin. His face changed drastically, and he asked, "Who triggered the mechanism?"

"What's going on?" Tao Zi supported Cheng Wuchou, and the three of them leaned against the wall.

Cheng Wuchou said calmly: "The mechanism in the hall has been triggered."

She felt the swaying beneath her feet, supported him with one hand, and grabbed the gold ornaments on the wall with the other, and asked calmly, "What should we do?"

"I don't know. I haven't encountered it before. I can only remain unchanged in the face of change."

As soon as he finished speaking, the palace spun again, and Cheng Wuchou flew out and landed on the ground in the distance.

The Taoist priest's expression, which had finally calmed down, changed drastically again, and he roared, "Young Master!"

"He's not dead, there's no need to cry so hard." Tao Zi struggled to find a spot with less shaking and said, "Master, when will this mechanism stop? Or how will it stop?"

"I don't know. I have never encountered such a thing." The Taoist priest was so anxious that he changed himself.

Tao Zi really wanted to rub her aching forehead but she couldn't free her hands.

She gritted her teeth, and managed to find a pattern in the shaking of the palace. She moved slowly to Cheng Wuchou's side and helped him up.

The palace shook more and more violently. Cheng Wuchou's hand scraped a sharp corner of the gold and blood flowed out. The gold seemed to absorb the blood consciously.

His eyes lit up and he anxiously said two words: "Dagger!"

Without saying a word, Tao Zi freed one hand and took out the dagger from her waist, stabbing it straight into his arm, causing blood to flow.

Before Cheng Wuchou could say anything, a tunnel that was only wide enough for two people to pass through appeared in front of them.

He pulled Tao Zi inside. The Taoist priest shouted heartbreakingly, "Wait for me!" and rushed over. The three of them rolled down the tunnel.

When they rolled to a flat surface, Cheng Wuchou and the Taoist priest had both fainted, leaving Tao Zi alone awake.

She struggled to get up, pulled the two of them to the wall, and looked around.

The furnishings here are completely different from those outside. Not only is there no golden glitter, but there is not even a small piece of gold to be seen. The only decorations are the luminous pearls inlaid on the wall and a small table with a book on it.

Tao Zi walked over, looked at the old book, hesitated for a while, and did not reach out to touch it. Instead, she stood aside and read the words on it.

The text looked particularly ancient and was not the language commonly used today. She looked at it for a long time and could only vaguely guess what was written on it: The end is approaching, I'd better go up and accompany that petty-minded stupid beast, leaving a corpse there so that it will have a direction when it curses people in the future.

Tao Zi was silent for a moment. Could the petty-minded stupid beast here be referring to the Beast King?

She didn't turn the page, but turned and walked towards Cheng Wuchou.

Tens of thousands of years had passed. How could an ordinary diary survive intact until now? She didn't want any more accidents to happen at this time.

The wound on Cheng Wuchou's hand was still bleeding, but it had healed for more than half. After all, he had the body of a Nascent Soul, so even without spiritual energy, his physical fitness was still better than that of ordinary people.

Tao Zi lifted up his sleeves and tore off a piece or two of his clothes to help him treat his wounds.

Suddenly, her hand stopped and she looked at the burn on Cheng Wuchou's arm.

The little girl tiptoed to grab the kettle on the table: "Brother, help Anu get the kettle!"

The table suddenly broke apart and the kettle fell straight on her head.

"Anu, be careful!"

She couldn't remember what happened next, she only remembered that her brother rushed over and held her tightly under his body, leaving burn marks on her arms and back.

But how could that be possible? Cheng Wuchou was a True Lord, so even if there were any scars, they should have disappeared long ago.

Tao Zi fell to the ground, tightly gripping the dagger in his hand.

The next moment, she turned her gaze to Cheng Wuchou's back, and without hesitation, she used a dagger to cut open the clothes on his back. When she took a look, she saw large old burn marks.

She stared blankly, her mind in a mess, unable to speak.

"Hiss." Cheng Wuchou opened his eyes dazedly and felt a chill on his back. He touched it with his backhand and regained consciousness. "What's wrong with my clothes? Tao Zi, Tao Zi?"

He looked at Tao Zi's stunned eyes and called out several times in confusion.

She suddenly grabbed his hand tightly and asked anxiously, "Cheng Wuchou, what's your nickname?"

"Uh, why are you asking that?"

Tao Zi bit her lip and continued to ask: "Is it called Xiaogouzi?"

Cheng Wuchou was silent for three seconds, then asked in disbelief, "How did you know?"

Her eyes suddenly felt sore. A long time ago, she thought she had no family.

"Tao Zi, no, Tao Zi, don't cry! What's going on?"

Cheng Wuchou was in a panic, with a vague idea in his mind. Before it could take shape, Tao Zi's voice, suppressed with sobs, rang out: "I remember I had a nickname, Anu."

He froze.