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Nikola was covered in blood, with wounds all over his waist and chest. It was impossible to tell how many times he had been slashed; his bones were exposed, and his innards were faintly visible. He was gravely injured.
“Cough, you…” Nikola had just opened his mouth when his expression suddenly changed.
As soon as he uttered the word "you," a chilling killing intent descended upon him like a blade from the heavens. Looking up, he saw a cold gleam of a sword falling toward him.
I would not give my enemies any chance to breathe. They taught me what hatred meant, and now I would drive this Blue Divine Sword into his skull, piercing through his entire body.
Nikola stood there, bloodied like a zombie, his eyes frozen in shock. His cloak transformed into countless bats that fluttered away into the sky.
“How… terrifying… you… you… have finally returned…” As he spoke, blood gushed from his mouth, and his breath weakened instantly. His body swayed as he continued, “This… is truly fate; I actually… cough…”
Cough, cough, cough! You killed my companions; your sins are unforgivable. I would show no mercy. Like lightning, I raised my sword again for the final strike.
Nikola's head flew off.
From the connection between his neck and head, black smoke rose.
You chose not to walk the path before you; now you've barged into hell without an invitation.
Nikola collapsed to the ground, his body transforming into countless bats that soon vanished completely. It seemed this time he was truly finished; I could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Perhaps I had exerted too much force or my body hadn’t fully recovered yet.
I ended up sleeping at this cave entrance for an entire night. By morning, I felt significantly better but suddenly became melancholic, realizing I was utterly alone in this place. The overwhelming solitude left me devoid of any will to survive.
Loneliness can lead to depression; perhaps that was it!
Though I had not known Furball and the bowl for long, the bond forged through our harrowing experiences was something that ordinary friendships could never comprehend. I couldn't help but shout in anger; everything felt like it had returned to the past.
However, I still planned to return to that island, intending to spend the rest of my life there.
When I reached the sea, my raft was nowhere to be found!
I managed to fashion a makeshift raft and made my way back to the island we had come from.
As I stepped into that wooden house, a shocking scene unfolded before me. My whole body trembled, and my breath quickened. Oh my, was I seeing things?
Suddenly, someone came rushing toward me like a whirlwind. I didn’t dodge but stood frozen in place as the person tightly embraced me, making it hard for me to breathe. Yet, I relished this feeling—the sensation of having something lost returned to me. The person cried out loudly, repeatedly pounding their fists on my back!
"Bowl! You’re alive?"
"Yes! Brother Xia, you’re alive too! We searched for you everywhere, but every time we were bullied by that bad guy Nikola. Once Xiao Xiao is fully recovered, I’ll keep looking for you!"
"Xiao Xiao is better?"
"Yes! She’s basically recovered now; she can’t get out of bed yet, but she woke up yesterday morning!" As she spoke, realization dawned on me. No wonder I had heard a woman’s voice back then; it turned out Xiao Xiao's spirit had returned. This meant my efforts had not been in vain.
"Brother is an indestructible warrior; don’t worry, I took care of Nikola!"
"Brother! Don’t forget about me; Furball misses you too!"
We shared long stories with one another, as if we had experienced life and death apart.
It was probably because we were experiencing a streak of bad luck, combined with the significant changes our bodies had undergone, that we all seemed incredibly spirited. I believed my misfortune would pass, so I specifically asked Furball to perform a divination for me.
From the reading, it was clear that Furball had put in a lot of effort, even sealing his own Mouth of Fate!
The Bai Ze clan not only knows about various spirits and monsters but also has a solid foundation in Fortune Telling. In fact, the Mayi Divination originated from Bai Ze. If one uses aura to seal the Mouth of Fate before divining, it would surely result in a significant Divination Setup. However, this could lead to backlash; to maintain clarity and focus, sealing the Mouth of Fate was necessary. Moreover, if the divination revealed any leaks, it could result in direct retribution. Sealing the Mouth of Fate was also a way to conceal one's aura and avoid punishment.
However, although Bai Ze is skilled in Mai techniques, his understanding of aura reading isn't very high, so he could only glimpse limited insights. The backlash from a Divination Setup is something he currently cannot handle!
I suspected that his sealing of the Mouth of Fate was due to the potential backlash from this divination; such backlash is no trivial matter. If there are leaks involved, the consequences could be deadly!
As a result, this reading took an entire morning.
It wasn't until noon that Furball finally gasped for breath and asked me with a worried expression, "Brother, do you realize you've gotten yourself into big trouble?"
Trouble?
"You've gone against a Taoist Sect! You sealed him away but didn't eliminate him! Isn't that just asking for disaster?"
Zhou Jing's face was serious as he added, "Not to mention Zhengyang; he upholds the order of the Yin-Yang Realms above all else—it's practically his first principle in life. You've trapped his master uncle alive in a coffin; do you really think Zhengyang will let this slide? Even if he tolerates it for now, it's only temporary! Do you think someone from Zhengyang's faction will let you off the hook?"
After hearing Furball's words, I was stunned.
The bowl beside me urgently asked, "Furball, what exactly did you divine?"
"Deathly Divination!"
"This..."
Furball's expression changed, and he frowned, saying, "Are you sure the Divination Symbol is correct?"
Without further explanation, Furball lifted his eyelids and added, "I sacrificed three years of Lifespan."
"Hiss!"
At that moment, I couldn't help but gasp.
If the Mouth of Fate placed Lifespan above the Divination Setup, it meant that a price had already been paid for the leak. Consequently, the accuracy of the Divination Symbol would reach an astonishing level. This was akin to saying, "Pay three coins upfront, and the Divination Setup is worth fifty taels."
The general idea was that if one wanted to predict something extremely important, they had to pay a price in Lifespan before the divination.
Furball sacrificing his own Lifespan for the divination clearly prioritized my Safety and Danger, which touched me deeply. Three years of Lifespan—how many people would be willing to live three years less for someone else?
But no matter how accurate the divination was, what could I do?
After a moment of thought, I rubbed Furball's head and said, "You worry about me; I understand. But have you considered that Fate has its own course? The master allows you Mouth of Fate people to see the results because he is confident that you cannot change your destiny. Clearly, my brother fell victim to this very nature. If I can survive, it means Ming Lao has not given up on me! Offending them can naturally be resolved!"
Well then! Let's just go with the flow!
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