Demonic Forest
The old man was caught off guard and was knocked to the ground by her slap, flying half a meter away. The numbness overwhelmed the pain and penetrated into his brain. He unconsciously stepped back a distance, covering his face. He looked up at her with eyes full of shock and disbelief. "Why... did you hit me?"
"Does it hurt?" Cong Mo slowly approached him, squatted down, and helped him sit up.
The old man rubbed his face, his eyes wide, looking at her like she was crazy, and said in confusion, "What do you mean? You don't know how strong your hand is! You slapped me so hard that I flew away! How can it not hurt?"
"Then you're not dreaming." Cong Mo said calmly, "Even if you are dreaming, I will wake you up, don't worry."
The old man's mouth twitched: "..."
"Thank you. I'm awake, completely awake." The old man pushed her hand away, propped up his arm and stood up. He brushed off the dust on his body, a trace of pain on his face. "I don't want to think about it anymore. I don't want to think about it anymore. Let's look around first. As the saying goes, the more complicated your mind is, the more confused you will be. If you can't figure it out, I can't figure it out either. So I won't think about it anymore."
"I can't help but think about it. If I don't think about it, the consequences will only get worse."
"You're right no matter what you say." The old man glared at her and pulled out a square box from his sleeve. "I brought a demonic energy compass. I can find the place with the heaviest demonic energy. I can use demonic energy to convert spiritual power. To control so many people, I must have a lot of demonic energy. So, it's right to go to the place with the heaviest demonic energy."
Cong Mo looked down at the compass, then up at him. Under the old man's frightened gaze, he uttered a long, "Master, wise."
An old man said: "..."
On the surface, after a slap in the face, he was given a sweet reward. He suddenly understood Leng Can a little.
"Go away, hypocrite."
After turning on the switch, the compass needle began to spin rapidly. Because they were in the demonic realm, with demonic energy everywhere, the needle spun at high speed, constantly adjusting its direction. It took a long time for it to slow down and quickly settle in one direction, pointing straight to...
Behind the hall.
Cong Mo raised his eyebrows, "Could it be... the forest that Ah Lai mentioned just now?"
"Maybe..." The old man shrugged and adjusted the compass in a different direction. No matter how he tried, it still pointed to the back of the hall. "Nothing new. Just like what's written in the storybook, they found the place so quickly. Never mind. Let's go and see for ourselves."
They followed the direction of the compass, bypassed the temple, and walked another hundred meters before being stopped by a bright line made of gravel.
They also saw that a line separated two different scenes. On the side where they were standing, the sky was bright, but on the other side of the line, there was thick fog, distant and mysterious, as if covered by a veil, and nothing could be seen clearly.
The compass needle began to move again, from the rightmost end of the line to the leftmost end of the line, and then back again, back and forth.
Cong Mo closed his eyes, placed the talisman on them, and then opened them. He could see everything in the fog. He saw a complex structure in the fog, with dense and tall trees intertwined. The branches were entangled with each other, blocking the way. He couldn't tell the direction it led to or the destination it could reach. "It seems that behind this line is the place we are looking for."
The old man also put a talisman on his eyes and said, "You will know when you go in."
The two of them did not hesitate, focused their minds, and calmly crossed the line. In an instant, a cold wind blew on their cheeks, and the demonic energy was thick and deep, penetrating into their bones, making it hard for them to breathe.
The smell in the nose suddenly became stronger. It was not only the stench of demonic energy, but also a light fragrance. However, it soon merged with the stench. Not only did it not dissolve, but it was also accompanied by the smell of blood and rotting wounds, like the smell of livestock with festering wounds after a rainy day. It was even stronger, drilling straight into the nose, making it unbearable. The stomach churned up, leaping through the throat and drilling into the throat. Cong Mo covered his mouth, propped himself up on a tree nearby, and retched a few times. "Ugh... How can it be... so bad? This line blocks everything. With this level of demonic energy, let alone those who cultivate spiritual power, even the demons would be overwhelmed if they came in. They would have difficulty breathing and would have difficulty surviving. No wonder no demon dared to come in, and the demon world has issued a warning."
So she didn't notice that the old man standing beside her had lost half of his consciousness the moment he came in.
She couldn't bear the smell, so she simply blocked her sense of smell. Just as she suppressed the nausea in her chest, she felt a heaviness on her shoulders. She turned around and saw the old man falling on her.
"Master, you're okay...Master!" Cong Mo hurriedly supported the old man.
The old man's face was pale, and the slap marks on his face gradually turned purple as the color of his skin changed. His eyes were blurry, his pupils were out of focus, and his steps were disordered, almost unable to stand. He looked drowsy, and blood flowed down his nose, dripping onto his clothes. His head tilted, and half of his body weight fell on her. He was still coughing, "Cough cough... cough cough... I, nothing is wrong..."
"Don't force yourself. I'll take you out." Cong Mo picked him up and walked a few steps outside the line. In an instant, the air was fresh and the environment became better. She slowly put him against the wall and sat against it. She raised her hand and wiped the blood from his nose with her clothes. "Sit down."
She no longer cared about whether her identity would be exposed. She raised her hand and touched her brow. The spiritual power was transferred outward through her fingers and clasped in her palms. She placed the talisman between her palms and the old man. She held the spiritual power in her palms and pushed it towards the old man through the talisman. The spiritual power quickly penetrated into the old man's body and took effect.
"Uh...ah...don't..."
The bracelet on his wrist shimmered, then quickly lost its luster, turned into ash, and fell to the ground.
The discomfort in his body was relieved. The old man trembled, his fingers stiff and numb, tightly gripping the ground. He raised his neck unbearably, his Adam's apple rolling back and forth, indicating that his pain was being relieved. He quickly regained consciousness and slowly opened his eyes. Physiological tears slid down from the corners of his eyes, "Ah... Cong Mo, I'll be exposed..."
"Then I'll watch you die?" Cong Mo asked him back. His men didn't stop, adding another talisman. With his other hand, he drew out more spiritual power, pressing his fingers on the back of his hand, increasing the spiritual power infusion. "Don't move. I said, even if you want to die, I won't let you die."
Less than a few seconds after entering, the demonic energy had penetrated deep into the body of the old man Qing Yi and almost gnawed his heart. With such a concentration of demonic energy, it was impossible for there to be monsters inside, but if there were really living things inside, they would be more terrifying than the monster that eats demons.
A familiar figure appeared in his mind, and Cong Mo deeply understood who could appear in the forest.
"Cong Mo..." The old man's expression was no longer as terrifying as before, but rather tinged with color. "...I never thought that as a master, I would need a disciple like you to come to my rescue."
"You are not as good as me, so it is normal for me to save you."
"I'm still very good, but sometimes..."
"Stop talking, it's too noisy." Cong Mo interrupted him, "Close your eyes and try to regulate the spiritual energy input into your body. It will help you recover faster."
"Oh." The old man curled his lips, raised his arms with great effort, crossed his hands, touched his heart, closed his eyes, and adjusted the spiritual power in his body.
In just a few minutes, he recovered.
Cong Mo exhaled deeply and gathered his spiritual energy. "The demonic energy in the forest is moving too fast and has already damaged your internal organs. Although I helped you recover in time and prevented further damage to your body, you still need time to rest. It will take at least five to seven days for your internal organs to completely digest the demonic energy before you can recover to your original state."
The old man's expression was dejected for a moment, "Then let's go back today."
"We've come this far, why go back?" Cong Mo held his arm and felt his pulse. "I can go alone. The evil spirit can't hurt me."
"No, it's too dangerous."
The old man immediately refused, "If the demonic energy can't hurt you, then the things in the forest... can't hurt you either? If something happens to you, how can I explain it to them when I return? I don't agree. Wait until I go back and rest..."
"There's no point in resting any longer. I'm probably the only one in the world who can enter and exit this place. And it's obvious who wants to see me alone. Can't Master see it?" Cong Mo let go of his hand and said firmly, "There's nothing wrong with my body."
"I..." The moment she pulled her hand back, the old man eagerly grabbed her back, his expression worried, "Ahem... I naturally know that in this world, no monster can come out alive after encountering such a thick demonic energy. Besides you, is there anyone else who can go in? But because I know this clearly, understand what you will encounter, I can't let you take the risk. Cong Mo, you've already made us wait once, you can't make us wait... a second time, you... will die..."
"I will never again..."
"How can you guarantee that?" the old man interrupted her. "Last time, you told us the same thing, and what happened?"
"You took the thunder punishment for me last time, and I still owe you." Cong Mo did not answer, but brought up something else.
"There's no point in bringing this up." The old man gritted his teeth and said, "The forbidden technique was originally used by me. It has nothing to do with you."
The unspoken problem between them suddenly broke out.
"I insisted on going."
"I agreed, and I drew the magic circle and opened it. Whether you entered or not, how can you say that it was your own will?"
Cong Mo's pupils shrank suddenly, as if she had not expected that he would have such a plan. Even if she was not unconscious at the time, he would have thousands of reasons to take all the blame on himself.
She paused and praised sincerely, "Master, you... are amazing."
An old man asked: "?"
"Why are you praising me all of a sudden? Don't try to get away with it by saying nice things."
Her inexplicable words instantly dissipated the tense atmosphere between the two of them.
The old man coughed twice and said, "I am your Master. Listen to me. Let's go back and discuss this."
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