"Ghost Child, we've been living like ghosts these past few years. Because of the symbiosis technique and the backlash of the beast blood, both you and I have made many enemies. No matter how high your cultivation base is, you can't do anything on your own. I'm afraid you don't know how many disasters Old Turtle and I have withstood for you over the years. Do you really have the heart to watch us die?" Coffin Man's voice was filled with pleading. "Ghost Child, we've been living like ghosts these past few years.
Madam Ghost Child remained silent. Coffin Man didn't speak either. They just stood there, watching, waiting, and anticipating.
Finally, Coffin Man sighed and turned to leave.
Just as he was about to step out of the door, Madam Ghost Child finally said, "Old Coffin, wait here. When the door opens, I'll see if I can bring you in."
Coffin Man was stunned.
He was pleasantly surprised that Madam Ghost Child was willing to help him. Just the fact that she called him 'Old Coffin' meant that she still cared about their past relationship. And that was enough.
For the sake of his pet beast, Coffin Man and Madam Ghost Child had no choice but to maintain symbiosis. But it was like a slow suicide. Sooner or later, he would die.
Hence, when he realized that Madam Ghost Child had severed the symbiosis but her pet beast was still alive, he knew she had found a solution.
They had been searching for this solution for far too long. Now that there was a glimmer of hope, how could he not be excited?
But he was also confused.
Door?
What door?
"Ghost Child, the door you're talking about is …" Coffin Man asked softly but before he could finish, Ghost Child cut him off. "Stop asking. I don't even know the specifics myself. Besides, I'm not sure if I can bring you in."
Sure enough, Coffin Man stopped asking. He merely looked around curiously.
According to Madam Ghost Child's plan, the door would open here. Otherwise, she wouldn't be waiting here.
But there was no door here.
"Right, give me some of your blood and Zombie Cthulhu's blood," Madam Ghost Child suddenly said.
Coffin Man was confused but he still extracted the blood and poured it into a porcelain bowl.
"Symbiosis. My blood and Zombie Cthulhu's have fused into one. Is this bowl enough?" Coffin Man asked.
Madam Ghost Child nodded. "If you can't go in later, wait for me here. I'll ask around for you."
"Ask who?" Coffin Man sensed the crux of the issue.
Sure enough, there was an expert helping Ghost Baby.
"Curator!" As Madam Ghost Child spoke, she suddenly felt a ripple in front of her. The next moment, a crack appeared in front of her.
However, compared to the last time, the fissure was much more stable this time, and there was no strong suction force.
Madam Ghost Child sprang to her feet with excitement written all over her face.
"Curator?" Coffin Man was stunned. Obviously, he did not see the crack that appeared out of nowhere.
Madam Ghost Child noticed this as well.
"You didn't see anything?" Madam Ghost Child probed. Coffin Man was stunned. "See what?"
"Nothing!" Madam Ghost Child didn't explain. She understood that the mysterious Visitation Hall was probably only accessible to people like her with a visitor token.
As for the others, they couldn't even see it, let alone sneak in.
As such, the idea of bringing the Coffin Carrying Man along was too childish, so he could only give up.
Madam Ghost Child knew she had to go in immediately, so she used a secret technique to float the wooden boxes containing the herbs and the porcelain bowl containing the Coffin Man's blood into the air. Then, she said to Coffin Man, "Wait here."
Having said that, she stepped into the crack.
To Coffin Man, Madam Ghost Child simply vanished into thin air.
It wasn't a smokescreen or an invisibility spell. She really did vanish into thin air. There wasn't even a trace of her aura.
It was just like a teleportation spell.
Coffin Man stood rooted to the spot, dumbfounded.
Even though he had lived for more than a hundred years and had seen many things, he had never seen anything like this.
"Curator, interesting. Interesting!"
…
The Visitation Hall.
The visitors entered one after another without any delay, including visitor number 8, the tyrannosaurus old man who called himself Old Tian.
He Qing looked around and greeted her acquaintances, Black Crow, Jiang Ziqi, and Ye Yuzhou.
As for the tyrannosaurus old man, Old Tian, He Qing disliked his bad temper. Madam Ghost Child number 9 was someone He Qing didn't dare to provoke.
She was afraid to even look at her, so she tried her best not to provoke her.
"Curator isn't here yet!" He Qing glanced at the balcony on the second floor. The metal door was tightly shut.
She gripped the crystal bottle tightly in her hand, clearly anxious.
"This Curator is very strange. I've asked around after I left, but there's no such expert in this world," Old Tian suddenly said.
Unlike the first time he came, the current Old Tian was no longer as arrogant as before.
He was no fool. None of the people here were easy to deal with.
Especially that Curator. After careful consideration, he knew that the man was the most terrifying existence here. Moreover, he had been asking around about Madam Ghost Child's reputation. She was a famous expert in the villainous path, someone he couldn't afford to offend.
However, Old Tian was quick-witted. He immediately realized that this was an opportunity.
What opportunity?
A chance to increase his social circle.
The visitors of the Visitation Hall were not simple people. If he could befriend them, it would definitely be beneficial to him.
Hence, this time, Old Tian changed his strategy. He was humble and took the initiative to start a conversation. He wanted to start a conversation and use this as a pretext to get closer.
Unfortunately, no one responded to him.
It was rather awkward.
Ye Yuzhou looked at Madam Ghost Child and then Black Crow.
These two were the strongest people in the Visitation Hall after him, especially Madam Ghost Child. This villainous expert had a great reputation, but of course, it was a notorious one.
'It's better if I don't interact with them, 'Ye Yuzhou thought.
This time, almost all of them had a request, hoping to receive the Curator's guidance. Especially Ye Yuzhou. Although he had obtained the soaring cloud flood dragon's evaluation report with a detailed evolution method, there were a few parts he couldn't understand and he needed the Curator's guidance.
Black Crow shared the same thought. His pet beast was also evolving from Rank 4 to Rank 5, so he too had various problems.
Among them, only Jiang Ziqi looked calm and unhurried. He was probably the one with the best mental state.
At that moment, He Qing realized something.
There didn't seem to be any new visitors this time.
It was still the same number of first and second visitors. However, she didn't think too much about it. It must be the Curator's arrangement.
After a long wait, the steel door to the second floor opened.
Everyone perked up immediately, straightening their backs and bowing.
The Curator was here.
Lin Jin was still dressed the same way he did last time, wearing a mask and looking majestic.
The visitors were looking forward to it, and so was Lin Jin.
He was looking forward to two things. One was to see if the visitors had managed to collect the treasures he needed. This was related to Xiao Huo's perfect evolution.
The other was to teach Old Ye a lesson.
How dare this guy make things difficult for him in the Friar Association? He had to teach Old Ye a lesson today.
He had no ulterior motives other than to vent his anger.
Lin Jin swept his gaze across the room and noticed no new visitors. He didn't think too much about it either. As the Curator, Lin Jin had no idea when the Visitation Hall would have new visitors.
"Curator, you're finally here." He Qing was the first to speak.
She was the Visitation Hall's first visitor and had a cheerful personality. She had something urgent to attend to so she seemed a little impatient.
As she spoke, He Qing waved the crystal bottle in her hand. "Curator, you mentioned that if you want to diagnose if you want to remove the bestial soul curse, you need the patient's blood. I've got it."
Lin Jin nodded and reached out to retrieve the crystal bottle.
This crystal bottle was obviously very precious and the average person wouldn't be able to get their hands on it. The blood inside was still fresh. Lin Jin opened the lid and dipped his finger into it.
Immediately, a strange expression appeared on his face.
The Museum of Deadly Beasts could record information on all sorts of beasts, including bestial soul curses. After all, the source of these curses came from high-level beasts.
The blood He Qing gave him contained a powerful bestial soul curse, but Lin Jin was very familiar with this bestial soul curse.
It was recorded in the Museum of Deadly Beasts.
That cross-dressing woman was afflicted with this curse.
It was exactly the same.
Was it the same curse on different people, or was it the same person?
Lin Jin fell into deep thought.
At the Curator's silence, He Qing tensed up.
She had full confidence in the Curator. To He Qing, the Curator was almost omnipotent, which was why she sought his help to save her sister, He Yu.
But what if the Curator couldn't do anything?
He Qing didn't dare to imagine the consequences.
Perhaps it was just as her sister said. This curse was incurable and death was inevitable.
That must be the case. Otherwise, with the Curator's personality, he wouldn't stay silent for so long. There must be no cure.
At this thought, He Qing felt terrible. In her despair, tears began to trickle down her cheeks.
"Why are you crying?" Lin Jin asked, puzzled.
She was as lively as a bunny just a moment ago, so why was she crying all of a sudden?
A woman's heart was truly unpredictable.
He Qing asked sadly, "Curator, is my sister's curse incurable?"
Clearly, He Qing was so upset that she made a slip of the tongue.
Lin Jin was even more certain that He Qing's sister was that cross-dressing woman.
However, he didn't say it was incurable, so why was she so sad?
"When did I say it's incurable?" Lin Jin didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
This time, He Qing was stunned. After giving it some thought, the Curator really didn't say that. She was the one who guessed it.
"Then, Curator, this …" He Qing stammered as a glimmer of hope rose in her heart.
Lin Jin answered, "It's a little troublesome, but it can still be cured."
His words calmed He Qing down, and she smiled through her tears. For some reason, she trusted the Curator. If he said there was a cure, then there must be one.
"But to be cured, I have to see your sister in person," Lin Jin said. Lin Jin was telling the truth. This bestial soul curse was extremely unique. Even the Museum of Deadly Beasts' method of breaking it was extremely complicated and required the use of the pulse-seeking technique. In this world, Lin Jin might be the only one who knew this technique so he had to treat it himself.
He Qing realized how difficult this would be. After all, her sister, He Yu, couldn't enter the Visitation Hall.
"There's no rush. I've observed her blood and your sister will be fine for the time being. Who knows, maybe her condition will improve in a few days."
Lin Jin wasn't bluffing.
Lu Bin had invited him to Jade Dragon City as a guest but Lin Jin was too busy so he rejected the invitation. However, after the Friar Association's tournament, he would probably make a trip to Jade Dragon City so he could treat her while he was at it.
Hence, when he said her sister's condition would improve in a few days, he meant that he would treat her personally.
He Qing obviously didn't know about this. She simply trusted the Curator and since he said it would be fine for the time being, she was relieved.
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