Mu Yan felt as if something was tugging at her heart.
Her third senior brother, who had lost all his dignity, freedom, and health, was clearly in a much more embarrassing state than usual.
But Mu Yan felt that this was the real third senior brother, Chu Moli.
She also understood why he was clearly bright and cheerful, but the paintings he drew were bloody and terrifying, full of despair and hatred that connected to hell.
Mu Yan stepped forward, ignoring Chu Moli's roars and resistance, and grasped his pulse.
However, when she checked his pulse, she only felt that the Spiritual Power in his body was in chaos.
It was as if there was a terrible power that imprisoned all his cultivation and Spiritual Power somewhere, and it could erupt at any time.
"Junior sister, don't waste your strength." Yun Ruohan shook her head with a bitter smile, "Third junior brother isn't poisoned, nor injured. He's cursed."
"Cursed?"
"Junior sister, it's better if you don't know." Yun Ruohan patted her shoulder, "You go out first. Wait until tomorrow, third brother will be back to normal."
Qin Jiu tightly squeezed Chu Moli's pale, slender, and powerless legs. Her eyes reddened as she choked with sobs, "Third brother, don't … don't be afraid … this time, you … you can also get through it … you … you won't die …"
Chu Moli suddenly bit his lips, blood seeping out from between his teeth.
His eyes were crimson as he endured the bone-piercing pain and hatred, but he still couldn't stop the despair from turning into tears.
"You guys, let … junior sister … out!" he said in a hoarse voice, emphasizing each word.
Yun Ruohan wiped her tears, "Junior sister, you go out first! Don't, don't look. "
Mu Yan took a deep breath. Not only did she not go out, she took out the Tian Mo Qin instead.
Her slender fingers pressed on the strings, gently plucking them.
The [Floating like a Dream] skill was activated bit by bit.
The sound of the zither flowed, and the Spiritual Power flowed, as if an invisible barrier was wrapping around Chu Moli.
It blocked all the pain, sorrow, hatred, and despair outside the barrier.
"Third senior brother, I still can't relieve your pain right now."
"Then, please temporarily forget about this desperate situation in reality in your sweet dreams."
"No matter what that curse is, one day, I will definitely get rid of it for you!"
On the messy bed, Chu Moli closed his eyes. His eyebrows and the corners of his eyes were still filled with pain, but they were slowly being dyed with tranquility and peace.
Qin Jiu, who was currently holding Chu Moli's leg, suddenly cried out in alarm, "The blood has turned red, it's turning red! That's great! Third Bro has finally made it … made it through this ordeal! Sob, sob, sob … Ol, Ol 'Three, I, I've made it! "
Yun Ruohan raised her head in surprise and looked at Muyan, "Junior sister, what did you just do? The zither you played just now … "
Mu Yan wipes the sweat from her forehead and shows a weak smile.
This was the first time she had played [Fleeting Life like a Dream] using only spiritual energy, and it was the level-three version of [Fleeting Life like a Dream].
Chu Moli's mind was also too firm, and he was too immersed in his own pain and hatred.
As a result, this dream was very tiring for her to weave.
Mu Yan smiled faintly. "I just let Third Brother have a sweet dream, but it doesn't solve the root of the problem. Eldest Brother, what is this [Curse]?"
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