Xie Chuncan's crying was so choked that he was almost hoarse. Luo Jiujiang took a deep breath, put his arms around Xie Chuncan's shoulders and neck, and threw him behind his back. His movements were decisive and neat, without any delay.
He couldn't stay in this underground palace full of flower seeds any longer, so he found a way out to see if he could help Xie Chuncan recover from the illusion.
Even in such a situation, he was very careful to avoid Xie Chuncan's left wrist and did not hurt the three congealed and turned-out wounds on his forearm at all.
"Brother Xie, don't cry. I'll take you away." Luo Jiujiang murmured, as if speaking to the unconscious Xie Chuncan behind him, as if repeating the oath they had made in the past. "Let's leave the underground palace and this realm of the dead. I'll take Brother Xie to see the sea."
Xie Chuncan on his back was still sobbing. He repeatedly apologized to his father and begged for mercy from the abuser who only existed in his memory. The shadow of the weak and childish person in the past covered the 19-year-old Xie Chuncan, almost erasing the entire existence of the sarcastic and humorous young man.
The flower seeds in the palms all around were a mass of black, blocking out the light, but it was nothing like the quagmire of the past that kept people from seeing the sun.
Xie Chuncan was still crying intermittently, his tears falling one after another on Luo Jiujiang's shoulders like beads from a broken string. The warm salty water made Luo Jiujiang's unhealed wound hurt, and also wet the small blood-colored words on his body. The small words did not fade in the water, but became more vivid and weird after being soaked.
Perhaps it was because they sensed the artificially created "purity", the black flower seeds became increasingly dense. After the changes visible to the naked eye, they were so thick that they looked like fog.
Luo Jiujiang tore off the few pieces of cloth he had on and covered Xie Chuncan's mouth and nose with them, then proceeded to treat himself briefly according to the rules. In the brief moment he had set Xie Chuncan down, the black flower seeds in the underground palace surged even more fiercely. They were dense as a tide, surging like waves, and even more dangerous, like a giant mouth, staring at the two men with a living, greedy look, ready to swallow them whole at any moment.
Even with Luo Jiujiang's powerful perception ability, his range was confined to three steps by these flower seeds in his palms. He held Xie Chuncan tightly on his back with one hand, and used the other hand to gather all his spiritual energy to push away the darkness in front of him, like breaking waves.
After walking for about half an incense stick, Luo Jiujiang felt that the spiritual energy in a certain direction had become stronger. He changed the direction without hesitation, mentally preparing for a trap.
After a cup of tea, he stood in front of a stone platform.
A number of rare treasures were displayed on the stone platform, totaling about a hundred scattered around. Most of them were magical weapons and elixirs that could be used by Foundation Establishment cultivators. A storage bag was thoughtfully placed next to it, making it very convenient for Luo Jiujiang to collect them all.
However, Luo Jiujiang only glanced at it briefly before returning his attention to the unremarkable stone platform. After confirming that there were no traps or messages on the platform, Luo Jiujiang sighed, bowed to the stone platform, and then said solemnly, "This item holds the life of a young girl, so I will take care of it."
He raised his hand and took away a bottle of Foundation Establishment Pills. Apart from that, he didn't even glance at the other things.
Luo Jiujiang once again carried Xie Chuncan on his shoulder and took three steps forward when he heard a whistling sound behind him. He quickly turned his head and saw the flower seeds in his palms condensed into a solid mass. Countless chaotic strokes appeared on this special ink slab, finally forming a sentence: "Why only take one bottle of Foundation Establishment Pill?"
"This thing concerns the life of one of my companions."
The board, which was made entirely of tiny black dust-like seeds, trembled. The next moment, the word "only" was prominently highlighted, like an emphasis.
"This?" Luo Jiujiang laughed bitterly. "First, I was protected by the Senior's organization and escaped with my life. Then, I received your instruction in a dream and learned all the boundary-breaking sword moves. Finally, I wanted to take the bag from you and run away... I haven't cultivated such a thick skin yet."
The items on the small table were varied, with more than ten types of weapons alone. It was obvious that they were not prepared just for Luo Jiujiang. If he really swept them all away in a blatant manner, it would be too rude.
This disgusting deadly place filled Luo Jiujiang with anger and hatred, but it was not enough to change him into a completely different person.
He was still the young man who, when he first entered a dead place, would bury the dead man six feet deep to ensure that his body was intact, even if he wanted to take a leather coat from the dead man who had fought with him not long ago.
The words on the ink tablet gradually faded, while the flower seeds, condensed into plates by external forces, had not yet dispersed. The owner of the flower seeds seemed to be contemplating something. After two or three breaths, a line of words slowly emerged on the ink tablet: "There is a pearl on the stage. You take it."
Luo Jiujiang subconsciously turned around and saw that the stone table that was crowded with a dazzling array of items just now was now as clean as if it had been swept. Only a lonely pearl with a soft glow was left on it. However, he did not remember that this pearl was the one that had just been placed on the stone table.
The ink slab made of flower seeds trembled, as if it was about to loosen. Luo Jiujiang hurriedly called out to the other party, "Senior, please wait! My friend is trapped in an illusion, and I don't know how to wake him up."
The ink tablet twisted impatiently, and this time the strokes were much sloppier than before: "Call his name."
"I called his name!"
It seemed the owner's patience had run out. This time, he didn't even bother to wipe off the writing, instead writing another line of messy handwriting: "The name is a legacy of the clan, a blessing from the elders. Are you sure you're calling his real name?"
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