"Yeah, that's right, let's go!"
I also think Lao Dao makes sense, so I continued to lead the way for them.
The ants then lay on Old Knife's body, closed their eyes, and rested properly.
Suddenly, it started raining on my head; it was red.
Along with a fishy, foul smell, I remembered that day when I also encountered similar rain.
Old Knife and the ants cried out, because the rainwater hitting them had a strong corrosive effect.
But when it happened to me, it didn't have much effect.
I looked closely and saw that there was a thin membrane around my body, which perfectly kept the rainwater out.
Although I could feel the rain falling, it didn't actually fall; it was all perfectly protected by this membrane.
"Brother Chen, save me!"
At this moment, the ant cried out in pain, and its body was also being corroded.
His expression was one of extreme pain. Old Dao was actually alright, though the rain was constantly pounding on him. But he was carrying the ants on his back, using them as an umbrella.
I'm speechless. Although doing this is a bit unethical, the effect is really good.
I used my clairvoyance to look at Lao Dao and Ant, and their conditions were quite different.
When the rainwater seeped into Lao Dao's body, it corroded him.
However, when the virus penetrates the ant's body, the corrosion is not as severe because it is isolated by something.
It's that black vine!
I suddenly remembered that the ants had been bound by the black vines, although I had helped them free themselves later.
But that thing should still be hidden in their bodies.
I understand now, these black vines can keep out the rain.
I touched my cheek, silently thinking about these vines.
Sure enough, vines continued to grow from the ants and the old knife, constantly twining around them, and eventually forming a huge leaf that looked like an umbrella.
"Great, Brother Chen! Now we don't have to worry about the rain!"
Old Dao was overjoyed to see this.
It was only then that I realized that the reward the flower had given me earlier must have been this thing—the ability to control the black vines.
These black vines can insulate against the rain, but they can also devour life.
"Excuse me, do you know what this black vine is?"
I began communicating with Lei Jijian.
The Thunderstrike Sword gave me a jolt, then began to respond: "Master, these black vines contain death energy, but it's a mutated form of death energy."
It has a devouring and stripping effect on life force!
Lei Jijian explained to me, but when I continued to ask questions, Lei Jijian stopped saying anything.
"Does it have a stripping effect on life force? I see, no wonder!"
After listening, I nodded slightly.
This perfectly explains why the ants were so weak earlier; on the one hand, they hadn't eaten for a long time.
On the other hand, this thing has a stripping effect on life force.
Death energy, or rather, mutated death energy. I never expected that by sheer chance, I would gain the ability to control death energy.
I continued to manipulate the black vine, and the leaves kept expanding until they eventually enveloped me as well.
Although I have something on me that can protect me from this red rain, I don't know how long it will last.
When the ants' faces got wet with this rainwater, they immediately became pitted and uneven.
I dared not slack off and walked quickly forward. Finally, when I reached the end, the rain stopped and the fog dissipated.
This is the first time I've ever seen fog and rain appear at the same time.
What appeared before me was a huge tombstone, and behind the tombstone was a grave.
I used my mind to manipulate the black vines, drawing them back into the bodies of Old Knife and the ants.
"Brother Chen, look at this material!"
Old Dao put down the ants, pointed to the entrance of the tomb, and I reached out and touched it.
That feeling is icy and cool; I've seen it before at Fatty's house.
No wonder it felt so familiar at first, but I just couldn't remember it.
Unexpectedly, it's now related to Fatty Sister.
The cave entrance was bottomless, and a cold wind was blowing in, but for some reason, something inside kept attracting me.
I gritted my teeth, made up my mind, and jumped right down.
I looked back at Lao Dao. After I jumped down, Lao Dao first threw the ants down to me, and then jumped down himself.
"It's exactly the same as Fatty's place. Could this be where Fatty cultivates?"
Looking at everything so familiar, Lao Dao began to speculate.
I tried using my third eye to look, but it had no effect. The cave seemed to have a shield, perfectly blocking my third eye.
"I don't know, but the aura is definitely the same!"
I kept guessing.
To be honest, the atmosphere here is exactly the same as when I was in the cellar.
If it weren't for the fact that Fatty Sister was confirmed dead, I would even think that she was still inside.
"Could it be Fatty's sister?"
This time I made a bold guess. I remember that before Fatty died, she entrusted me with finding a way to break the seal on her sister.
If this really is where Fatty Sister's sister lives, then everything makes sense.
"Brother Chen, is that what you think too?"
Old Dao was pleasantly surprised; it seems that Old Dao and I were thinking the same thing!
I nodded vigorously.
With this guess in mind, I strode forward and continued along the passage.
We walked for about half an hour before we reached the end.
Deep inside the cave is a huge secret chamber.
The room was surrounded by a faint glow, ensuring we had some visibility.
In the center of the secret room appeared a woman with a graceful figure and a remarkably perfect face.
Judging from her appearance alone, she has absolutely no connection to Fatty Sister, but her temperament is exactly the same.
This time, through my third eye, I discovered that it was also a snake spirit.
"How did you manage to find your way here?"
The woman spoke; her voice was incredibly charming and alluring, radiating a powerful seductive aura.
My bones felt like they were melting as I listened, while Old Dao kept his body hunched over, I couldn't tell if it was because he was carrying ants or something else.
"Ant, don't you dare poke me!"
Old Dao suddenly said that, which reminded me of a joke: Tang Sanzang didn't fall in love, only the White Dragon Horse knew.
Old Dao knew perfectly well whether the ant had been moved or not.
I couldn't help but marvel at how terrifying this woman's allure was.
If I hadn't been so self-disciplined, I probably would have been seduced long ago.
"Senior, you should know Sister Leng, right?" I stepped forward and asked in a low voice.
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