CHAPTER 484: CHAPTER 478: MONKEY WINE SENDS A MESSAGE (SECOND RELEASE)

"What exactly is this ancestor worshiped by the Meng Family?

I was very certain that I harbored a strong hatred for it in my heart, but even if I hated it, what could I do?

At this moment, Hu Ma felt an eerie sensation, as if a flickering image had appeared before him. One moment, he saw the Young Master Meng, who seemed to have transformed into a tall, bloated figure. The Young Master Meng was just one of the faces on that figure, shouting at him with a strained voice.

At another moment, it seemed like it was merely an illusion. The Young Master Meng remained there, his expression occasionally becoming hollow and indifferent, then turning into one of anger and hatred.

But as he looked at Hu Ma with hatred, Hu Ma looked back at him with the same emotion. That blurred and eerie figure, the shadow clad in hundred-life clothes, was clearly something he had never seen before, yet the hatred in his heart surged like a tidal wave.

Especially, Hu Ma did not know why, but when he looked at the faces on those hundred-life clothes that were clearest to him, a deep and inexplicable sadness welled up from the depths of his heart.

He had never seen these faces, yet he felt a profound sense of familiarity with them.

They...

WHOOSH...

Without allowing him to think too much, the Second Young Master Meng, or rather, the entity invited into his body, was already borrowing his eyes, looking at Hu Ma indifferently.

WHEW!

As soon as its gaze swept over, the fire in the brazier in the distance suddenly extinguished. It immediately saw Hu Ma’s face clearly. In those indifferent eyes, there was surprisingly a faint smile and, vaguely, even a hint of greed.

Hu Ma’s Divine Soul was almost instantly shattered by that glance. He felt it being absorbed and pulled away in that moment. This spiritual collapse was extreme, fierce, and swift. His Divine Skills, Dharma Form, three souls, and seven souls were all vulnerable, offering no resistance. Yet, just as this disintegration was rapidly intensifying, it suddenly halted.

It was Hu Ma’s Lifebound Spirit Temple. The disintegration of his Divine Soul, almost unstoppable under the other’s gaze, finally ceased just as it was about to reach the Lifebound Spirit Temple, as if a collapsing mountain had suddenly gained a Dingzi.

Hu Ma, using this Dingzi, finally steadied himself, directly facing the Second Young Master Meng.

Or, to be precise, he was no longer facing just him, but the unknown, mysterious presence within his body, staring steadily back.

...

...

"It’s going to be the death of me, going to be the death of me..."

Just on the nearby hill, not far from where the ghost soldiers had appeared, Er Guotou was so frightened that his body trembled violently.

"Man, I just saw you and was thinking your skills had improved quickly..."

"Now it looks like the only thing that’s improved faster is your ability to cause trouble!"

"..."

He felt the ominous wind surging towards him. His face turned deathly pale; he let out a low cry, raised his sleeve to shield his face, and prepared to roll into the thick mist.

And just a moment before, the white cat nearby, which had been elegantly licking its paws, was so shocked when the Meng Family member summoned something that its neck fur puffed up. It sneakily retreated into the forest.

Go.

Both of them made this decision without hesitation. Faced with such a dangerous situation, there was simply no room for it. On the left, ghost soldiers were attacking; on the right, an unknown, eerie entity had borrowed the Young Master Meng’s body and opened its eyes. What else could they do but leave?

Yet, just as they were planning to leave, a faint golden light suddenly appeared around each of them.

A figure in a white robe, holding a short flute, appeared simultaneously beside each of them, sighed softly, and said, "You came too late..."

"Who is it?"

Er Guotou and the white cat simultaneously became vigilant, their gazes icy. Although they seemed to do nothing, the air instantly filled with a dangerous aura.

"Code name Monkey Wine. You can also call me Wu Song."

The man in the white robe, holding a lamp, spoke calmly. He was meeting them in two different places, yet his voice was equally composed as he said, "I was the one who informed you to come here."

"Hmm?"

Er Guotou, dressed in a black Magic Robe, instinctively felt a chill. He glanced sideways, his gaze towards the man in the white robe turning suspicious. This bastard, just calling out his code name in reality like this?

Why not just go and expose yourself in front of the Ten Surnames?

...

Although his mind complained intensely, his expression suddenly turned cold, and he barked, "I don’t know what you’re talking about! Just a piece of advice: this place is dangerous and not suitable for lingering. Farewell!"

Meanwhile, the white cat on the other side did not even listen to the man in the white robe, its eyes glowing with a mysterious blue light as it silently prepared to delve deeper into the woods.

"Running away won’t help."

But at this moment, the man in the white robe suddenly raised his voice a little, calling out to stop them, and said calmly, "I know it’s you. This mountainous area is filled with my gu; they are my eyes and ears. There’s no need for you to hide."

"I came to find you because I need your help. That fellow you just saw—for his abilities to have reached this point is quite remarkable."

"To deal with the entity that just descended, the ordinary people of this world—whose existence is dubiously real or illusory—are useless. If we Reincarnators rely on our Lifebound Spirit Temples to guard our minds and employ Strange Technique, there might be a chance."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Er Guotou and the white cat’s expressions became more complex. Not only was Er Guotou’s face extremely grim, but even the white cat seemed to exhibit a mixture of confusion and hesitation.

Yet, in their hearts, they were even more worried. Is this guy a bit out of his mind?

Typically, Reincarnators would never discuss any secrets about themselves in reality. Now, not only are there people from the Ten Surnames here, but ghost soldiers are also pressing in, and some strange entity has just descended into this area...

Yet you keep mentioning all these things?

...

Seeing they were unwilling to give a definitive answer for a long time and were clearly eager to leave, the man with the lamp sighed gently. "Now I somewhat understand why he specifically asked me to deliver three messages to you after I met you."

Er Guotou, impatient to the point of readiness to leave him there, was startled and blurted out, "What messages?"

Even the white cat focused intently on him.

The man with the lamp slowly said, "The first message is that he discovered a secret within the Reincarnators’ group."

The two, human and cat, were slightly stunned, focusing on him without responding.

Then the man with the lamp slowly said, "The second message is if we do not help him, he will certainly die here."

"The third message is if he dies here, none of the three of us will be able to escape."

"..."

"..."

"What the hell?"

Suddenly hearing these three messages, Er Guotou’s voice trembled. "This guy, he’s gotten so vicious now, directly threatening us?"

For a moment, he was filled with hesitation and conflict.

In truth, he still wanted to leave. Just hearing the name of the Ten Surnames would normally make him hide, let alone in the current situation that couldn’t be more dangerous. The key was, this matter was truly troublesome!

Old White and those few from Mingzhou were extraordinary; everyone knew their backgrounds well. If something really happened to him—never mind betrayal—the other party likely had ways to uncover every detail about the two of them.

Moreover, Old White was no longer the wild child from the mountains.

Since he latched onto that big shot in Mingzhou, his importance had grown to the point where he could arguably rank first among the Four Oddities of Mingzhou...

With time pressing and his heart conflicted, Er Guotou gritted his teeth hard and suddenly said, "Deal with..."

"You keep talking about dealing with them, but those ghost soldiers—can you really handle them? And that... that thing summoned by the Meng Family disciple, can we really deal with it?"

"..."

"No need to deal with the ghost soldiers."

Monkey Wine said calmly, "At least with our means, it’s not hard to stay alive against the ghost soldiers. If anyone dies, it will only be the townsfolk, and that’s their own business, nothing to do with us."

"As for the Meng Family..."

He paused, then said, "Although I don’t go out often, I’ve seen similar methods. They seem to be called Negative Spirit?"

"It’s nothing more than inviting a spirit to possess someone, burning life force for Mana. It’s not exactly a sophisticated technique..."

"..."

"What the hell?"

Even Er Guotou was bewildered listening to Monkey Wine. "Brother, I’ve met many arrogant people, but you’re the first to call the Tongyin Meng family’s Magic unsophisticated..."

Monkey Wine listened, somewhat puzzled, "Isn’t it a Negative Spirit?"

"Of course it’s a Negative Spirit, but..."

Before Er Guotou could finish his ’but,’ Monkey Wine nodded slowly and said, "If it’s a Negative Spirit, then it shouldn’t be hard to deal with. There are just three key points..."

"...cut off its source, diminish its Mana, and destroy its life."

"..."

His expression was calm, conveying seriousness and candor as he said, "Besides, we’re not the ones directly facing that pressure."

"We..."

Er Guotou felt a splitting headache. He wanted to retort, What do you think that thing they summoned down is? Do you think that eerie presence can be dealt with like some common little ghost?

However, with countless grievances welling up and time pressing under the invisible pressure, he found himself, as if guided by some unseen force, asking, "Is achieving those three points really all it takes?"

Monkey Wine slowly looked at him, and in another location, regarded the white cat with the same gaze, saying, "You two can’t even manage that?"