Song Shuhang felt very bitter. He was lucky that the target of the secret technique was Miss Chu Chu, and the price he had to pay was only some blood on his right hand.
But now, the secret technique was still out of control. Even if he became a blood bank, he wouldn't be able to use enough blood to appraise the things he came into contact with!
It was fine to appraise rocks and trees, but what if he accidentally fell to the ground? Would he have to appraise the ground under his feet, the 'big meteorite' where the Clearwater Pavilion was located?
A one-billion-year-old rock was enough to leave him covered in cuts and bruises. A huge meteorite of unknown age would directly make him bleed to the point of death.
While he was thinking, Song Shuhang suddenly felt a burning pain on his finger.
"Rip ~" A wound appeared on his finger. As the saying went, the ten fingers were linked to the heart. The pain on the finger was the most piercing.
Again?
What was it this time?
The Runes in Song Shuhang's eyes flowed out and fell on the 'bandage' on his hand, forming the shape of a clock.
When the Runes returned, Song Shuhang received new information.
[This is an ordinary medical bandage. It can be sold in all pharmacies. It has the effect of stopping bleeding. The disciples of the Chu family always carry it with them, just in case. ]
Song Shuhang was speechless.
What do I need this' information 'for?!
Chu Chu, who was beside him, frowned. She saw a new wound on Song Shuhang's finger and felt that something was wrong. She remembered clearly that there was no wound on Song Shuhang's finger!
The wound had appeared out of thin air!
"Fellow Daoist Shuhang, were you injured by a curse?" Chu Chu asked. Only curse-type Daoist techniques could cause such a strange wound.
"Sort of." Song Shuhang faintly sighed — it wasn't easy for him to grasp the trick to using the appraisal technique. However, how could he deactivate the appraisal art?
After saying this much, Song Shuhang stretched out his trembling hand and took out his size-reducing purse, taking out a Gentle Dao Pill that could be used to treat injuries.
Just as he took out the medicine, the arm he used to hold the medicine was shot. More than thirty puncture wounds appeared on it, and blood flowed freely.
The Runes in his eyes once again turned into the shape of a clock. This time, his target was the Dao He Pill in his hand.
[Dao Harmony Pill, a type of healing pill for internal consumption, Star 5 version. It was a combination of detoxification, healing, and qi recovery. It was produced by the Ancient Lake Taoist Temple and its medicinal properties were moderate and mild. ]
Song Shuhang was speechless.
He didn't know what to say anymore.
He even wants to appraise the items on him?
It was as if he was going to appraise everything that his hands came into contact with.
It's over!
Should I consider writing a will first?
Speaking of which, if I write my will, do I have to identify the pen and paper first?
Recalling this heart-wrenching scene, Song Shuhang felt his eyes moisten.
Chu Chu said, "Fellow Daoist Shuhang, why don't we find a way to remove the curse on you first?" She saw that new wounds kept appearing on Song Shuhang's body, and blood was gushing out. He looked like he was in great pain.
Song Shuhang swallowed the Dao Harmony Pill Star 5 version and gritted his teeth. "Miss Chu Chu, knock me out! Maybe this is the only way to make me stop selling my blood! "
He did not believe that the Appraisal Art could still be activated if he fainted.
"Okay!" Chu Chu's figure flashed, and she teleported behind him. Then, she pointed with her finger.
Song Shuhang voluntarily gave up on resisting.
Chu Chu's finger touched the back of his neck, and she activated her true qi.
In the next moment, Song Shuhang fell to the ground and fainted.
The Dao Harmony Pill Star 5 version was very effective, and the injuries on Song Shuhang's body quickly healed under the effect of the medicine.
After he fainted, the flow of runes in his eye sockets finally concealed and disappeared.
Taking the initiative to faint was indeed effective.
However … while Song Shuhang was unconscious, there were 88888 voices in his mind, and they started to chant something that he couldn't understand.
Before Song Shuhang completely grasped this hereditary daoist technique, these 88888 voices wouldn't stop!
Chu Chu carried the unconscious Song Shuhang and dragged him to a corner of the daoist temple.
Looking at Song Shuhang, who was drenched in blood, she sighed inwardly.
The underground city of the Time City was much more troublesome than she had imagined.
Apart from the 108 bronze puppets, there were also strange curse-type attacks.
She and Song Shuhang wanted to explore the underground city and find the exit, but they still had a long way to go.
For the time being, she decided to rest in the daoist temple.
* * * * * *
Clearwater Pavilion, in the guest hall.
Li Yinzhu opened her eyes, and she woke up from her deep sleep.
"So cold," she muttered. At this time, the whole room was filled with cold air, making the room feel like an icehouse.
The cold air inside her body flared up while she was sleeping, and it was released along with her breathing.
"Where am I?" Li Yinzhu muttered to herself.
Soon after, she saw the pair of male and female attendants standing beside the bed.
The pair was still holding the quilt, seemingly wanting to cover her with it. But at this time, the pair stopped moving, not moving in the slightest.
Li Yinzhu couldn't even feel the aura of 'life' from the bodies of the pair. It was as if they were two statues made of stone.
Li Yinzhu furrowed her brows and jumped down from the bed, arriving beside the pair of attendants. Then, she stretched out her hand and patted the latter's body. The latter's body was cold and hard.
Li Yinzhu tried to increase the strength of her hand, but the bodies of the pair didn't budge in the slightest, as if they were connected to the earth.
[What is this place? What is going on? Where is Chu Chu and him? ]
"So cold." Li Yinzhu tightly hugged the daoist clothes on her body and left the guest hall, ignoring the pair of male and female attendants.
...
...
When Li Yinzhu walked out of the guest hall, she discovered that the whole world was still.
The disciples of the Clearwater Pavilion that were walking, the birds in the sky, the spirit beasts on the ground, the leaves, the waves, and everything else was still.
"Time has stopped?" Li Yinzhu asked in puzzlement.
She walked around the periphery of the Clearwater Pavilion for a while. Without exception, everything was still. The entire Clearwater Pavilion was deathly still.
Li Yinzhu started to look for traces of Chu Chu and Song Shuhang.
However, even after searching more than half of the Clearwater Pavilion, she couldn't find any trace of the two.
Li Yinzhu started to panic. Her small hand subconsciously grabbed the air, wanting to grab something.
"Don't panic, don't panic. I can sense that he is here. "Li Yinzhu rubbed her eyes and walked toward the tallest building in the Clearwater Pavilion.
It was the Celestial Pavilion, the place where Lady Chu was sleeping.
The surroundings of the Celestial Pavilion were filled with all kinds of defenses and traps. Due to Lady Chu's complete trust, the glowing jellyfish was able to move freely among those defenses and restrictions.
However, Li Yinzhu didn't have such authority.
As soon as she stepped into the periphery of the Celestial Pavilion, she activated an alarm-type restriction.
In the depths of the Celestial Pavilion, the eyelashes of the sleeping Lady Chu slightly moved...
Along with Lady Chu being woken up by the alarm, the time of the entire Clearwater Pavilion was lifted, and everything started to move again.
The river started to flow again, and the birds in the sky started to flap their wings.
The disciples of the Clearwater Pavilion also started to practice.
The Clearwater Pavilion slowly regained its vitality.
* * * * * *
In the meantime, in the vicinity of the moon, a hollowed out meteorite was floating in the air.
On the meteorite, a white-haired old man stood up and ended his meditation for the day.
"He's not here yet? What is that Little Friend Song doing?" The white-haired old man stretched out his hand and took out a mobile phone with a large screen. Afterward, he unlocked the screen and opened the gallery.
There was a picture of Song Shuhang in the gallery.
The old man was a loose cultivator, and his daoist name was the Sobbing Old Man. He was a powerful Fifth Stage Spiritual Emperor.
What he practiced was a strange technique that had been passed down since ancient times, the [Tome of Never-Ending Tears].
This [Tome of Never-Ending Tears] was known to be a strange technique that could make both the practitioner and the enemy immerse themselves in sorrow, unable to extricate themselves.
When the Sobbing Old Man was young, he had once entered some ruins related to the Clearwater Pavilion and obtained this [Tome of Never-Ending Tears].
With the help of this tome, he had slowly become a powerful Fifth Stage Spiritual Emperor.
Looking at the picture of Song Shuhang in the gallery, the Sobbing Old Man couldn't help but feel sad, and tears started to fall from his eyes.
"Sob, sob, sob ~" The Sobbing Old Man burst into tears, and the more he cried, the sadder he became.
If someone who didn't know what was going on saw this scene, they might even think that this white-haired old man was weeping at a funeral.
"Little Friend Song, where are you? It's already been a few days. If you don't come out, how am I going to explain this to Senior White?!" The Sobbing Old Man wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and the rims of his eyes had turned red from crying.
The Sobbing Old Man owed Venerable White a big favor 500 years ago. Just like True Monarch White Crane, the Sobbing Old Man had been looking for an opportunity to repay Venerable White.
Not long ago, the Sobbing Old Man got to know through his own channels that Venerable White wanted to send a young person of the younger generation into space, and that he was preparing to arrange some training in space for him.
The Sobbing Old Man immediately knew that the opportunity to repay Venerable White had arrived!
Thereupon, he seized the opportunity and took the initiative to contact Venerable White, accepting the task of arranging a 'training' in space to welcome the young Little Friend Song.
Venerable White agreed to his request, and sent a photo of Song Shuhang to the Sobbing Old Man, as well as a talisman treasure that could lock onto Song Shuhang's position.
Thereupon, the Sobbing Old Man prepared an excellent training ground near the moon.
Everything was ready, and all that was left was for Song Shuhang's Little Friend Song to come and enjoy this exciting and tempering training.
However.
Song Shuhang's Little Friend Song Shuhang had yet to appear.
Later on, the Sobbing Old Man got to know that Song Shuhang had followed Venerable Septuagint to explore the ancient tomb a few days ago. But after calculating the time, Song Shuhang should have returned by now, right?
The Sobbing Old Man wiped away his tears and said, "Sobbing Old Man, never mind. I'll go look for Song Shuhang's Little Friend Song Shuhang myself. But if I do that, the fun of the 'training ground' will be greatly reduced, "the Sobbing Old Man said as he wiped his tears.
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