Chapter 1499: Chu Muyun's Obsession

Chu Muyun's Obsession

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The pale surgical light turned on, and glaring light filled the boy's vision.

He subconsciously tried to block the glaring light with his hands, but then he realized his hands and feet were all bound to the operating table. In the vast white brilliance, a gaunt figure wearing a white coat slowly approached, holding a syringe.

"Dad... I don't want to..." Seeing the syringe slightly dripping with potion, instinctual fear crept into the boy's heart.

"Little Chu, you are Dad's good son..."

The white-coated figure rubbed the boy's head with one hand, and a devil-like whisper sounded in the white light. "Help Dad out one more time. This experiment is very important to Dad..."

"As long as Dad completes the research, Dad will become the most formidable doctor in the Wuji Domain... Come on, inject these curses into your body. Dad promises to buy you a toy right after the injection is done..."

Under the pale surgical light, the white-coated figure ruthlessly plunged the needle of the syringe into the boy's body!

The white-coated figure didn't mean to stop in the slightest. Looking at the gradually emptying syringe, a touch of extreme fanaticism surfaced in his eyes.

"It hurts!! It hurts so much!!"

"Dad!!!!"

...

"!!!"

Chu Muyun's eyes suddenly flew open!

He sat up abruptly from the ground like a drowning man, panting heavily. His pale face didn't have a trace of blood, and the scarlet blood seeping from the corners of his mouth had already congealed and blackened. It was unknown how long he had been unconscious.

He wiped away the bloodstains at the corners of his mouth and looked around at the surrounding Ghost City. His eyes finally slowly recovered their calm.

"Damn it... Did I fail to hold on and pass out again?"

"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough..."

Holding onto the wall, Chu Muyun staggered up from the ground.

After being teleported here by that special envoy, Chu Muyun used all his power to dash madly toward the location of the River Styx. He wasn't sure if any special envoys had come to hunt him down; he only knew that given his current physical condition and rank, if he was caught, there was almost no chance he would survive.

But his physical condition was truly too poor. The continuous, high-intensity running had caused his body to break down once more, ultimately causing him to fall unconscious.

Chu Muyun looked forward. That breathtakingly beautiful River Styx was already very close to him. He could even see the massive number of ghosts flowing within it...

Chu Muyun forced himself to look away to avoid his soul being dragged into it. He took a deep breath, pulled a small hammer out of his coat, and ruthlessly hammered it against seven spots on his body!

Bang, bang, bang—

Blood splattered, and Chu Muyun instantly turned into a bloody man.

But right after, the wounds on his body began to heal more quickly. The vitality hidden within his body seemed to have been forcefully stimulated by these few hammer strikes, temporarily suppressing the weakness brought about by the illness and pain. The repaired body regained its color, and the haggard look on his face also gradually vanished without a trace.

This secret method of overdrawing the body could allow Chu Muyun to maintain his peak combat state. And it was precisely because of this that Chen Ling and the others hadn't noticed at all that he was already gravely ill.

Chu Muyun broke into a run once again, rushing toward the flowing River Styx...

The era of the Ghost City Chu Muyun was currently in was exactly the era he wanted to go to. This meant that entering the River Styx from here would slightly increase the probability of him meeting the person he wanted to meet.

The hem of his woolen overcoat danced wildly as he sprinted. Chu Muyun gripped his small hammer, his gaze toward the River Styx firmer than ever before.

"I will definitely find you... Chu Wenbin."

...

Swish—swish—swish—

Suxi's figure continuously roamed within the Ghost City. As the aura of the Path of Strategy continuously circulated, his figure resembled a ghost shuttling through space. The naked eye simply couldn't predict his next landing spot.

Jiang Xiaohua, with his white hair fluttering, stood quietly in place. The ribbons draped over his upper body moved without any wind in the void, like a mysterious spiderweb interwoven in the wind.

Jiang Xiaohua opened his mouth slightly.

The next second, he spat out a cross that looked as if it had been polished from an animal horn.

This cross was pitch-black and gave off a bizarre matte luster. Its surface was even covered in various words and symbols that resembled curses. When it appeared, the surrounding temperature dropped sharply.

"...Hm?"

The moment the cross was brought out, Suxi seemed to have noticed something and looked down at his own skin.

His body began to turn gray at a visible rate. Bizarre hard lumps grew out of his originally soft skin, as if some sort of epidemic had spread through the air and infected Suxi's body.

Is this... a curse from the Dao of Witchcraft?

Suxi looked up at Jiang Xiaohua, who was standing still in place, astonishment surfacing in his eyes.

He actually hid such a terrifying curse inside his own body? Would his body not be affected by it??

Jiang Xiaohua held the cross and slowly pointed it toward Suxi's position. As the curse's target became clearer, Suxi obviously felt his own speed begin to continuously decay. An unbearable pain and itchiness spread from within his body.

"I can't drag this out any longer!"

Suxi raised his hand, and the phantom of the Path of Strategy behind him also raised its hand, flicking several white chess pieces out from its sleeve!

The aura of these chess pieces was as scorching as the sun, as if they were going to detonate the surroundings in the next moment. And as Suxi activated the Path of Strategy, these white chess pieces directly vanished into thin air!

Jiang Xiaohua's figure swayed, and he instantly flashed away from his spot. The next second, those chess pieces embedded themselves into the space where he had originally been, and a blinding light suddenly erupted!!

Boom, boom, boom—!!!

An earth-shattering explosion engulfed the street. Jiang Xiaohua's figure charged out from the flames. He opened his mouth again, and a ring fell into his palm. He pointed it at Suxi from afar.

"Exorcism."

The flames that were originally burning on his body instantly disappeared. A fireball shot out from his fingertip, rushing straight toward Suxi!

Suxi couldn't even be bothered to dodge. With a light wave of his hand, that fireball was forced to switch places with a black chess piece several kilometers away, and a booming explosion rang out from the distance.

"No matter what kind of monster you are, once a chess piece enters your stomach, it's a dead end," Suxi said coldly.

A crisscrossing chessboard extended from beneath his feet, directly enveloping the rapidly running Jiang Xiaohua within it. The latter only felt the surrounding space be locked down by these lines, and his flying figure was directly frozen in midair.

"This time... where will you run to?"

Suxi waved his hand lightly.

A large handful of chess pieces that were about to explode in his hand instantly vanished.

Using the chess pieces that were about to explode to switch places with Jiang Xiaohua's internal organs—this was Suxi's initial idea. But when he activated the ability of the Path of Strategy to stuff the chess pieces into Jiang Xiaohua's body, Jiang Xiaohua's internal organs didn't appear in Suxi's hand as expected...

Instead, what took their place was a bizarre cursed tool of unknown nature.

Suxi: ...?