"Wendy!" Xiao immediately went to Wendy's side, but before he could get close, he stopped in place, his pupils widening slightly, and he stretched out a hand, but dared not touch him.
Wendy was holding two boxes in her arms. Her delicate face had been corroded by the black substance, leaving only one eye. The remaining eye had lost its luster, and the eyelid seemed about to close at any moment.
Before she even reached Xiao's side, Wendy closed her eyes and fell straight forward. Xiao instinctively reached out and caught her, feeling a cold touch on his hand. Wendy could barely breathe.
"Wendy." Xiao panicked. He had never seen Wendy so vulnerable before. In the past, when he saw him, Wendy always had a smile on his face, singing the freest songs, his smile radiant and bright, the wind around him flowing freely, just like him. But now? Wendy's face was deathly pale, and there was no wind around him.
Xiao took out the box, carried Wendy on his back, walked to the largest tombstone, knocked on it, and the old ghost slowly floated out. Xiao showed the old ghost the two boxes, and after the old ghost chose one, it went back inside.
The remaining box contains Vanan's soul. Now Xiao is taking Wendy back to the ship; if they remain underwater, Wendy's condition will likely worsen.
"Old man, I need to take him back to the surface first, then I'll come down to help you." Xiao's tone softened considerably. Regardless of whether the old ghost heard him or not, Xiao swam back to the boat with Wendy and the box in his arms.
"Lord Zhongli." After returning to the ship, Xiao carried Wendy to Zhongli. Zhongli hummed in response, and Xiao placed Wendy in the bedroom where they slept. "Don't worry, although it's a bit tricky, it's not incurable. It's just that there might be some side effects." Zhongli used his divine power to stabilize Wendy's condition, at least ensuring that the dark thing wouldn't continue to corrode Wendy's body and mind.
"Tsk." Xiao's heart was filled with self-blame. If it weren't for him, Wendy wouldn't have had to bear so much alone.
Back underwater, Xiao, carrying He Puyuan, went straight to the tavern.
"Oh my, this gentleman looks quite familiar. What would you like to drink?" As soon as Xiao entered the tavern, a waiter with a human body and a fish head greeted him. "I need to go to your basement." When Xiao said this coldly, the waiter's face clearly darkened. "Sir, this tavern does not have a basement. Would you like some of our signature drinks?" Although the waiter still had a smile on his face, his impatience was easy to see.
Xiao glanced coldly at the waiter, disgusted. He was clearly a fish, yet he wore a human body. With a swift thrust of Pu Yuan, the waiter's blue blood splattered across the entire entrance.
"I'll say it again, where is the basement?" Xiao took out the Nuo mask, but didn't put it on his face. The guests all looked in Xiao's direction, and when they saw the still-dripping blue blood on He Puyuan, each person's expression was different.
Pu Yuan spun around in Xiao's hand. The pressure emanating from this short but very handsome young man made everyone feel that the person standing in front of them was not a short man, but a god who looked down on all living beings and could destroy life with a flick of his hand.
Although, Xiao is not yet at the level of a god.
"The basement." Xiao growled, his golden eyes turning red. He and Pu Yuan circled around again, but the tip of his gun was pointed at the crowd.
Everyone trembled with fear. After a moment, an old, fish-headed, human-bodied monster emerged. "Guest, I'll take you to the basement." "Curator!" the others called out, but the curator merely waved his hand. As Xiao passed by, everyone held their breath, fearing that this killing god would take their lives in the blink of an eye.
The basement was very well hidden, located just below the stairs. If you didn't look closely, the basement floor blended perfectly with the tavern's ground floor floor. The curator used a rusty key to open the basement door. The stairs hadn't been cleaned in a long time; they were covered in moss, and one could easily slip and fall flat on their backside.
But this was nothing to Xiao. He nimbly made his way to the basement, where there were many boxes and chests. Xiao scanned each one. Meanwhile, the curator was sweating profusely, fearing that the ancestor might not be looking for the item inside.
Xiao truly didn't know where the sailor's soul was, so he looked at the curator, crossed his arms, and said, "It's said that there's a sailor's soul here. Do you know where it is?" "Soul...? I don't know. Our tavern has been open for so many years, and I know absolutely nothing about this." The curator shook his head. When he took over the shop from his elders, they hadn't said a word.
But Xiao's eyes were too intimidating, and the curator broke out in a cold sweat. "As the curator, you didn't know about this? Heh, my patience is limited. If you don't want to become a victim of my gun, tell me where you are right now." Xiao's eyes narrowed slightly, scaring the curator so much that he collapsed to the ground.
"My lord, I really don't know!" The curator cried, tears streaming down his face, practically offering his life to prove his innocence. Xiao stared at the curator for a long time before confirming that the curator was indeed not lying; he truly didn't know about the spirit in the basement.
"Alright, find it for me. There's a box containing a soul. If you can't find it, you'll die here." Xiao and Pu Yuan poked the floor, and the curator scrambled through the boxes.
Xiao looked up and saw a group of people peering into the basement entrance. Annoyed, Xiao threw He Pu Yuan, which accurately hit a customer on the forehead, scaring the other customers away. He Pu Yuan then flew back to Xiao's side. Holding He Pu Yuan, Xiao watched as the curator searched for the sailor's soul.
Feeling very annoyed, Wendy's fate is unknown. The Emperor said there might be side effects. What if Wendy doesn't remember him? The air pressure around Xiao slowly decreased, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze. This was tough on the Curator, whose body and hands were trembling as he searched.
"Is...is this it?" The curator finally found a very old box in an inconspicuous corner, and held it out to Xiao with trembling hands. Xiao took the box; it felt light, yet somehow had some weight to it. "If I find it's not this box, you keep looking." With that, Xiao left the tavern, and the curator watched the god of death depart from the doorway.
(I want to slack off, I want to rest.)
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