A fragrant aroma of herbs suddenly wafted to my nose.
Li Wenhe suddenly looked up and saw Ming Zhuo take out the sachet he had given her and smell it.
He was secretly delighted at first, but then his heart jumped again.
With Gu Xu by his side, Ming Zhuo shouldn't need to use a sachet. Could it be that his stomach is upset again?
Gu Xu noticed it too, stepped forward, and took Ming Zhuo's hand, "Zhuo Zhuo?"
Mingzhuo: "I'm fine."
She was just a little angry. To scheme against her? The other party was destined to be disappointed; no one had ever managed to remember her before.
Those dark shadows were getting very close. Their shadows, some dark and some light, stood quietly in the mountains and forests, like a painting.
Only when you get close can you see the blurry faces hidden in those shadows.
Only their eyes faintly glowed red, watching them with a sinister gaze.
Those gazes were oppressive, somber, and dangerous, making one extremely uncomfortable, as if every second spent being stared at would cause one's will to become more confused.
And the negative part of your emotions will be magnified infinitely...
Ming Zhuo recalled that Gu Xu had previously confronted this group of shadowy figures from a distance in the same way, which was why he was full of murderous intent.
Without further hesitation, she summoned her peach wood sword, made hand seals and chanted an incantation, and the peach wood sword flew towards those dark figures.
Wherever the peach wood sword's light touched, the dark shadows instantly dissipated, and strange roars and wails echoed in the air.
The peach wood sword went back and forth a few times before returning to Mingzhuo's hand, but the sword was covered with a layer of gray mist.
The gray mist was insidious and cunning. It had been feigning death, but now that the sword hilt was in Mingzhuo's hand, it quickly burrowed into Mingzhuo's hand.
Once resentment touches the skin, it's like a maggot clinging to the bone. They've found fertile ground to survive, so of course they can't wait.
Gu Xu's eyes turned slightly cold as he suddenly gripped the blade of the peach wood sword.
Despite the wooden blade, the moment he gripped it, it felt as if he were holding a piece of cold iron; the icy, sharp edge instantly cut his palm, drawing blood.
The wisp of gray mist sensed something was wrong and tried to escape, but it was too late. After Gu Xu pinched it, the gray mist instantly dissipated and disappeared completely.
So clean, as if it had never existed.
The icy coldness on the sword blade seemed to seep into Gu Xu's eyes, chilling and filled with killing intent.
Mingzhuo had a feeling that Gu Xu seemed very angry, but then again, this gray fog was indeed very annoying.
The feeling of being watched by countless eyes returned, and she turned to look at the mountains and forests.
The dissipated gray fog gradually condensed back into human figures, only this time the blackness was much lighter, turning into a hazy gray shadow.
The peach wood sword can cut through any obstacle, but this gray mist was originally a whole; even if it breaks into millions of pieces, it can still gather together again.
Because they are born from human desires, wherever there are people, resentment can always be resurrected.
Gu Xu understood this as well. He looked at the approaching gray mist and felt a surge of murderous intent in his heart.
Suddenly, the bronze mirror flew out from his clothes, emitting a faint light. Gu Xu raised his hand and grasped it, the blood from his palm staining it, and the bronze mirror suddenly shone brightly.
As if receiving some kind of command, the silent gray mist suddenly lunged at the two people with overwhelming force, intending to strangle them.
Inside the three small wooden cabins, everyone was on tenterhooks.
No one knew what had happened, only that suddenly, a few rays of light pierced through the thick clouds, illuminating everything around them.
All the gray mist disappeared, and Gu Xu's hands were covered in blood. On the other side, Ming Zhuo's situation was even stranger; he was clutching his chest and looked like he was in great pain.
A gust of wind blew in from somewhere, the clouds dispersed, and the golden sunset emerged.
In the mountains and forests, on the leaves, everywhere shimmered with golden light, proclaiming that the rain had stopped and everything was clear and bright.
Li Wenhe rushed out first, followed closely by He Wangyao and Pei Di, shouting, "Boss!"
"How are you? Are you injured anywhere?" Li Wenhe quickly looked Mingzhuo up and down.
He Wangyao and Pei Di were also extremely nervous. "If you feel unwell, you must say so. Don't be stubborn."
Qiao Song was a step too slow and couldn't get in. Overwhelmed with grief, he cried out, "Advisor Ruan, you absolutely can't be hurt!"
Mingzhuo calmed her churning stomach and said, "I'm fine, I just feel a little bloated and nauseous."
Li Wenhe paused for a moment, then quickly realized what was happening, took out the sachet he always carried, and handed it to Mingzhuo.
Mingzhuo sniffed it and found it wasn't very effective. "Axu!"
A long, slender hand reached out from behind him, and Mingzhuo placed his hand on that palm, feeling much more comfortable.
Gu Xu's other hand was still bleeding, so Tang Zhen quickly recited a hemostatic incantation for him, and He Wangyao took the gauze handed to her by someone else and bandaged Gu Xu's hand.
After a moment of panic, Luo Wenxin reminded everyone, "Alright, everyone, please don't crowd together. They should be fine now."
Mingzhuo recovered quickly, and soon he was full of energy again, showing no signs of his previous weakness.
On the contrary, Gu Xu's face was slightly pale, but he could move freely.
No one knows what just happened or where the gray fog went.
Wang Chengzhu asked, trembling, "Are we alright now? Are all those ghosts dead?"
Mingzhuo stared at him for two seconds, then suddenly smiled strangely, "Who said those ghosts are all dead? Weren't we summoned by you?"
Wang Chengzhu was so frightened that his heart almost stopped. He froze for two seconds, then frantically hid behind Tang Zhen, crying, "I don't know, I don't know anything!"
He'd had enough of this awful place; he wanted to go home!
He suddenly remembered something, took out a talisman from his pocket and handed it to Tang Zhen, "Please, please let me go! I didn't mean to lie to you!"
Mingzhao: "..."
Was I really that scary just now? How come I'm so easily frightened?
Tang Zhen looked at the talisman; the power flowing on it was strange. He quickly grasped the key point: "You're lying to us?"
"No, I didn't!" Wang Chengzhu was so frightened that he knelt down.
Tang Zhen noticed the prying gaze on the talisman. Just as he was about to follow it, the other side quickly cut off the connection.
The talisman turned to ash.
Tang Zhen's forehead veins bulged, clearly he was furious. "Do you know how serious this problem is?"
Wang Chengzhu was clearly unaware that he was still begging to be let down the mountain and go home.
It was terrifying, truly terrifying. Everything that happened today had exceeded his wildest imagination.
Mingzhuo comforted Tang Zhen: "Don't be angry. It's true that he's under a curse. Our mission is to remove the curse. Once we find the altar, the task will be completed."
She turned to Wang Chengzhu with a smile and comforted him, "Don't be afraid, it's okay. We'll be down the cliff soon. Victory is just around the corner. Keep going!"
She also clenched her fist and made a gesture of encouragement.
But Wang Chengzhu was not encouraged at all; in fact, he felt even more like crying.
He didn't want to go off the cliff, so he was prepared to tell everyone everything, but in the end he still couldn't escape it.
Mingzhuo actively took on the responsibility of protecting her client, insisting that Wang Chengzhu go ahead of her and protect him herself!
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