The originally golden wall turned into a mottled earth wall under the illumination of the flashlight, with one or two small reptiles occasionally running through the cracks.

After walking for about ten minutes, they arrived at a small room with a stone door. The old woman kept muttering, "I'm not saying this, but my dear grandson can only be resurrected with this... My dear grandson almost succeeded before."

Ning Que asked directly, "He he he! How long have you been working on this?"

She squinted her eyes and thought, "It seems like a long, long time, at least two hundred years."

“How many times have you failed?”

Ning Que could clearly feel her shiver. She hesitated for a moment, "Fifty or sixty times, maybe! It seems like there's a hurdle every time, always for various reasons."

Ning Que continued, "It's not like you can't predict the outcome. Your grandson's feet moved, his heart was breathing, and yet he still failed."

She: “How do you know?”

"Look at you, every time you do it, it's for various reasons. Think about who said you can be resurrected. How can you be so sure that you will succeed? Maybe someone is secretly taking advantage of you!"

After saying this, the old woman fell into deep thought.

After Ning Que and the others fumbled around the stone door, the man in the suit took out something that looked like a door lock and knocked on the door a few times. Then, the door opened with a bang.

Strangely, when the stone door was opened, there was no dust flying as imagined, and the inside was also made up of large pieces of stone.

In the center stood a stone platform, about a meter high, with a glass cover on top. Inside was a fist-sized sphere. The translucent shell seemed to be filled with a shimmering liquid.

"How beautiful!" Bone couldn't help but say as he touched the glass cover with his hand.

The tiger-backed man seemed to be attracted as well, staring intently. Suddenly, a silvery laugh came from the doorway. "Interesting! Sister Ning, long time no see!"

Ning Que also turned around and asked Honghong to put the old woman down. He crossed his arms and said, "Little Butterfly, it's been a long time since we last met. You hold a high position now, so please help me! His beloved granddaughter has been dead for hundreds of years. Didn't the Mo Luojia you are loyal to promise her?"

"Sister Ning, why are you still joking?" Little Butterfly came over gracefully. "But the materials are not ready yet, so I can't help you even if I want to!"

The old woman was still deeply traumatized, her face, filled with stories, trembling constantly. "Saint, tell me... tell me, do I still have a chance before I die..."

Little Butterfly, with most of her face hidden by the mask, spoke in a calm tone, without any ups and downs. "You don't even have all the materials ready, how can you tell me?"

The old woman suddenly stood up, stumbling. "Hahaha, what's the point of me being neither human nor ghost? What's the point? Ah!"

"Why did I let him stay at home alone? Ah! Ah~" She knelt on the ground, hugged herself with her hands, and cried loudly. The motivation that supported her day and night expectations disappeared just like that.

After she twitched twice, it was visibly visible that the only bit of fat under her skin had disappeared. The blue blood vessels lay on the dry ground like earthworms, and her two legs stood there trembling like bamboo poles, worried that they would break if the wind blew.

The three-tenths of her hair that was originally black turned white, and drops of dark red blood fell from her fingertips, dyeing her nails black. She looked completely different.

Her voice was hoarse, but there was still a hint of hope in her tone, "What if I trade my body for my grandson? That should be enough!"

Little Butterfly stood there, her tone slightly serious, "Guilan, if you hold on for another ten years, you'll have the materials again. Why waste this body? It's not easy for me to raise it!"

Guilan took a few steps forward, grabbed Little Butterfly's trouser leg, knelt down, and pressed her head tightly to the ground. "Saint, please, please give my life to my grandson. I have been suffering day and night for hundreds of years!"

"Oh? I'll grant your wish." Little Butterfly was not surprised. After cutting her neck, he took out a bottle with a narrow mouth and a long neck and placed it underneath to collect the blood.

Honghong also twisted her body when she smelled the blood. Ning Que tried to comfort her, but he could still feel the desire that Honghong conveyed to her.

The old woman's eyes slowly lost their color, but a smile still played at the corners of her mouth as she squeezed out the last words, "You..., guarantee that my grandson... will be alive."

After the old woman died, the players began to disappear one by one. It seemed that the mission was completed.

After Little Butterfly collected the blood, she kicked the old woman's body away, put the stopper in the bottle on the ground, and turned and left.

Ning Que glanced at the corpse in a very strange posture, stomped his foot, and followed it, "Little Butterfly, wait for me!"

She paused slightly and walked faster.

Ning Que shouted at the figure behind him, "Are you going to resurrect your grandson or not?"

Ning Que was so anxious that he was a little incoherent. After all, it was the old woman's own choice to choose her own life in exchange for her grandson's life. Ning Que had no right to interfere, but he could still help with the final result.

The little butterfly turned around, her face looking eerie and dark in the shadows. Her voice was no longer as calm as before, but instead gave Ning Que an indescribable feeling. "I've used my essence and blood to nourish her body for hundreds of years. Now that she doesn't want it anymore, I must take it back and use it well. Is that a problem?"

Ning Que grasped the word "hundreds of years". That wasn't right. Could it be that Little Butterfly had been to this instance hundreds of years ago? How could he control time so well?

Ning Que saw her leave again and became anxious, "Can her grandson be resurrected?"

The little butterfly turned around, and black spider veins appeared on the exposed skin on her face. Her eyes were misty as if covered with a layer of frosted glass. "What do you think? How is that possible? Hahahaha!"

After a few jumps, the little butterfly disappeared, and the lingering sound still echoed in the corridor.

Ning Que looked in that direction and smiled. He took the thing Hong Hong brought and patted it with a smile. "Well done, let's go home!"

Then Ning Que disappeared immediately, leaving a mess on the ground.

In a small but warmly decorated room not far away, a little girl tilted her head and asked innocently, "Grandma, did you say that mom and dad would be back in two days?"

An old woman with wrinkles all over her face, leaning on a cane, touched the girl's head lovingly and said, "Yes, when has grandma ever lied to you?"

The little girl cheered and ran downstairs to share the good news with her good friends.

Not far away, an out-of-control car was running rampant on the road, and finally rushed towards the little girl next to it. Her body flew into the air like a small sandbag, and finally fell to the ground, twitching a few times, and her blood slowly seeped onto the concrete floor.

Not long after, a man dressed in black gave a business card to the grandmother who was holding the little girl and crying.

I wonder if the number on the business card will ring one day?

After returning to the real world, Ning Que handed a bottle and a ball of light to Sister Hu.

She couldn't help but tease, "Sister, why are you so unhappy every time you don't pick up something?"

Ning Que held her arm and said, "It's not that children from poor families have to grow up early. Look at me, I'm already millions in debt at such a young age. Sigh, I can't live without being frugal!"

After hearing about Ning Que's experience in the dungeon, Sister Hu asked, "So, the Moruojia creates all sorts of incidents in each dungeon to recruit believers to help it accomplish its mission. So, my family's previous situation was also caused by it?"

Ning Que shook his head, "I'm not too sure either."

Sister Hu raised her single phoenix eye slightly. "The child is fine. I'll put him in the Mirror House to take care of him and tell the sisters over there. But you have to be mentally prepared. He might not wake up for hundreds of years."

Ning Que felt relieved, "It's okay, it's okay, you've worked hard." Because she was afraid that after hundreds of years of trouble, it would still be a question whether the child was still there.

The key point is why Honghong didn’t see the blond and blue-eyed little boy when she asked him to look for him. So where was he?