"Okay." Yun Wei nodded and took out the ring left by Herisfa from his spatial storage as instructed.
Everyone looked at them for a while.
This is a very antique-looking ring, snow-white in color, and its material is indiscernible.
It is not inlaid with any gemstones, and the patterns are as smooth as water, which has a sense of primitive worship of coastal civilizations.
"May I open it? There seems to be nothing unusual outside," Yun Wei asked cautiously.
He carefully examined the surface of the ring with his mental power and found no restrictions whatsoever.
It's like an open cloth bag, lying quietly on a country road.
No one knows whether it contains lost treasure, a colorful venomous snake, or an apple treated with medicine.
Isaac responded, then added with concern, "Be careful, there might be a trap inside."
Yun Wei knew his limits.
He condensed his mental energy into a thread and slowly probed it along the edge of the ring's spatial dimension.
He proceeded slowly, always prepared to cut his losses and survive.
Then he froze.
Unlike the 'ether' that fills the space of ordinary spatial artifacts, the space inside this apostle ring is like a quagmire.
The material that makes up the swamp must also be from another dimension, which can isolate it from external observation and perception, similar to the dense fog created by Alch in the "Holy Night" instance.
If it's just a thread, it has no way to penetrate deep into the mud; it can only helplessly stick to the surface of the mud.
Undoubtedly, the arrogant apostle hid his belongings deep in the swamp.
Yun Wei silently took a deep breath and plunged into the mud.
It was a rather strange experience; setting aside the oppressive, suffocating feeling, it was as if he were walking between two completely unrelated worlds.
The mud pit is bizarre and desolate, silent and still, easily stealing away any sense of reality.
Finally, just as he was about to catch his breath, his mental energy reached the object within. He quickly locked onto it and hastily brought it back to reality.
The three looked closely and saw a small, exquisite tetrahedral die.
Each side has a character written in the ancient common language, and there are two-way arrows along the edges, leading from one side to the adjacent side.
“Isaac, it’s your turn… I can’t read it.” Yun Wei pushed the dice toward Isaac, then pondered and calmed his mental discomfort.
Isaac picked up the dice, frowned, and examined them for a moment. "Let me see... Hmm, this pronunciation is..."
He bit his lower lip lightly and made a breathy sound similar to "f".
Yun Wei and Xie Mulang were completely confused.
The remaining characters also had strange pronunciations, leaving everyone somewhat puzzled.
Yun Wei couldn't help but feel a little discouraged. "So, what the hell did Herisfa leave behind...?"
Xie Mulang suddenly glanced at Yun Wei.
Yun Wei immediately noticed the other's gaze and asked, "What's wrong, Brother Xie? Have you discovered anything?"
"It's nothing." Xie Mulang shook his head and said, "I'm just a little surprised that you even know the apostle's name so well."
Yun Wei replied, "Yes, that's because Huo Miaoyuan's corpse suddenly turned on me, and I overheard their conversation. Their names are..."
Yun Wei then recited those names that were particularly easy to confuse.
He stopped talking before he could even say two words.
By this time, all three of them knew what the dice were.
Isaac said, "So it seems these dice represent their names. If you arrange them one on top of the other, following this arrow—"
Yun Wei and Xie Mulang exchanged a glance and said in unison, "Eight in total."
“This time, four apostles have appeared in Azure Glass City, plus Faheris from Moonflower City, and three more are causing trouble somewhere on the continent.” Yun Wei thought for a moment and made a reasonable guess: “There will definitely be one in Alchemy City, and at least one in Black Cord.”
I wonder where the remaining one is hiding.
Upon hearing this, Xie Mulang smiled bitterly and sighed, "What merit do I, Bili, possess to be able to directly attract four apostles?"
“There must be some hidden secrets behind this that we don’t know about,” Yun Wei said with certainty. “After this incident, the four great families in the city will probably feel a sense of crisis, which may not be a bad thing.”
Xie Mulang was naturally aware of this as well.
He shook his head helplessly and said "I'm ashamed" several times.
As it turned out, even the three monks had no water to drink.
The four apostles, though united, ultimately suffered a crushing defeat and returned in disarray.
Yun Wei said, "Alright, I'll go inside and look around some more."
After all that effort, all he got was an identity document. How could Yun Wei be satisfied? He took a deep breath and prepared to dive back into the mire.
"Be very careful, don't overexert yourself." Seeing that Yun Wei's face was a little pale, Isaac worriedly placed his palm on the back of Yun Wei's hand.
Yun Wei glanced at him and simply said, "I know."
Having learned from his first experience, Yun Wei's journey became much smoother. Soon, he found a second item and brought it back to reality.
It was a deep purple scale, which even indoors faintly shimmered with a flowing luster.
Isaac said with certainty, "These are dragon scales."
Yun Wei was somewhat puzzled: "It's just a dragon scale, what's so special about it that it's worth the Abyss Apostle collecting it?"
It's worth noting that on the beaches near Dragon Island, you can find dragon scales of all colors.
Xie Mulang replied, "Unless, this is their Achilles' heel."
Yun Wei looked at Xie Mulang with a puzzled expression.
He was naturally aware of the concept of a reverse scale. He just hadn't expected that such a concept also existed among the dragons of another world.
Feeling a little guilty under Yun Wei's gaze, Xie Mulang touched his nose and whispered, "It's what Mr. Long told me before... There's only one reverse scale, hidden under the neck."
"Oh right, if Richard were here, that would be great." Yun Wei suddenly thought of something and couldn't help but tease, "Someone seemed to have told me that he would rush back to Mr. Long's side as soon as the Four Swords Tournament was over, right?"
Before he could finish speaking, he saw Xie Mulang, who was usually expressionless, suddenly panic.
On a moonlit night, a young man sings a song that echoes through the cold river.
This poem suddenly came to mind.
This poem was originally written by Li Bai when he saw a blacksmith working at night in Qiupu.
The glowing furnace fire cast a reddish light on the face of the resolute man, yet the banished immortal compared him to a shy young man, creating a delightful contrast.
However, although the swordsman beside her had a darker complexion, his ruddy cheeks looked incredibly handsome.
Yun Wei was overjoyed and his spirits lifted.
“That’s right, that’s correct.” Xie Mulang said. Although the other party was a little embarrassed, he was still very brave. “However, since you are leaving on the seventh day, I plan to travel with you.”
Although this was also his uncle's idea.
But personally, he felt that rather than staying in Bili City doing nothing, it would be better to go on an adventure with Yun Wei and broaden his horizons.
Of course, it would be even better if we could bring Mr. Long along.
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