Chapter 1504: Chu Muyun's Past

Chu Muyun's Past

Under the rapid consumption of mental and physical energy, the enhancement from the seven hammer strikes Chu Muyun had just given himself had reached its limit.

Chu Muyun's body began to weaken at a visible rate. Ordinarily, this wouldn't be too troublesome for Chu Muyun; he just needed to give himself a few more hammer strikes to renew it. But right now, in this River Styx, it had become his final death warrant!

Chu Muyun's aura suddenly plummeted. At the same time, his consciousness also began to blur. In the River Styx, this was fatal.

Chu Muyun could no longer hold on to his memories. His thoughts were gradually occupied by the surging lives of others. It was as if a dam had burst, and a monstrous torrent directly swept away and submerged everything.

The rational instinct at the bottom of his heart told him that things were very bad and he had to leave the River Styx immediately... But right now, he was in the middle of the River Styx and had absolutely no idea how far away the opposite bank was. Even if he turned back now, it would definitely be too late.

"Damn it..."

Chu Muyun's consciousness gradually sank into darkness. His legs gave way, and he fell headfirst toward the bottom of the River Styx...

Just at this moment,

Immediately after, a massive force transmitted from above. Chu Muyun felt as if his body was forcefully lifted up by someone, directly leaving the River Styx. A hard and cold arm carried his body, slowly continuing forward...

Chu Muyun was like a drowning person who had been pulled onto a bamboo raft, greedily breathing the air. Without the influence of those ghosts, his consciousness finally gradually recovered.

He looked down beneath him...

A figure with bandages wrapped all over his body and white hair fluttering in the wind entered Chu Muyun's sight.

He carried Chu Muyun on his left shoulder while his right hand yanked on a chain. The other end of the chain was connected to a very familiar white-clothed soul. That soul was stepped under his feet, seemingly being used as an electric speedboat, whizzing and speeding across the River Styx!

Chu Muyun: ???

Isn't that a special envoy of the Ancient Vault of the Ghost Path??

How did he become a mount?!!

"Are you okay?" Jiang Xiaohua turned to look at him.

"Six of Clubs..." Chu Muyun was slightly stunned. "Why... why are you here?"

"Oh, I thought the three of them all had hidden cards and probably didn't need my help, so I just had him directly bring me to find you." Jiang Xiaohua shook the chain in his hand and answered truthfully.

In the River Styx, Suxi glared with wide eyes, wishing he could hack Jiang Xiaohua on his back into ten thousand pieces. Fortunately, there was no real water in the River Styx, otherwise, he would be bubbling and cursing up a storm at the bottom of the water right now.

"You took care of a Rank 8 special envoy all by yourself?" Chu Muyun was stunned for quite a while.

"As expected... none of you from the 6-series are simple."

"I don't know either. While we were fighting, he just had to use a soul to leash me, and in the end, he was counter-controlled by me." Jiang Xiaohua shrugged. "My luck seems to be exceptionally good for once."

Chu Muyun: ...

"You almost got lost just now," Jiang Xiaohua spoke again. "You shouldn't proactively try to sense the memories of those ghosts. That's courting death."

Chu Muyun opened his mouth. "...I know. I just... couldn't control it."

"You... want to find someone?"

"Yeah."

"A lover?"

"...An enemy."

Jiang Xiaohua glanced at Chu Muyun's right hand, which had remained in his pocket the entire time.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, Jiang Xiaohua said,

"You want to find someone... Maybe you can have him help you find them."

Chu Muyun looked at Suxi under Jiang Xiaohua's feet. He was initially stunned, and then his expression turned a bit strange...

That's right. If one wanted to find someone, the most convenient method in the Ancient Vault of the Ghost Path should be the special envoys. With just a thought, they could detain the corresponding ghost from the River Styx.

It's just...

"You have to tell him who the person you want to find is." Jiang Xiaohua spoke again.

Chu Muyun fell into silence.

A moment later, he still let out a long sigh...

"The person I want to find... is my father. His name is Chu Wenbin."

Jiang Xiaohua slapped the back of Suxi's head. "Did you hear that? Find Chu Wenbin."

Suxi glared with humiliated and angry eyes.

"I am a special envoy of the Ancient Vault of the Ghost Path!! I cannot possibly help you guys find someone!! Don't even think about..."

"Ahhhhhhh!!!"

As Jiang Xiaohua transmitted the curse again through the chain, Suxi began to scream miserably.

"Find," Jiang Xiaohua commanded coldly.

"..." Suxi cried out while speaking, "There are over six hundred people named Chu Wenbin in this basin. How am I supposed to know which one it is?!"

Jiang Xiaohua turned to look at Chu Muyun.

"You might need to be more detailed."

Chu Muyun nodded slightly, a hint of complexity surfacing in his eyes.

"He... is an illustrious doctor in the Wuji Domain. In that era, by combining the Path of the Witch God and the Path of the Physician, he developed a specific medicine during a massive plague, saving thousands of people."

Jiang Xiaohua was a bit confused. "Your father is a famous doctor who saved the world? Then... why do you say he's your enemy?"

"His specific medicine was extracted through some prohibited experiments..."

"He first used intravenous injection to let the blood carrying the virus enter the test subject's body, infecting the test subject with the corresponding disease. Then, through some Ritual Artifacts, he implanted a witchcraft curse into the test subject's body. By triggering a slaughter between the curse and the virus, he obtained antibodies. Then he extracted these antibodies to make the specific medicine..."

"And I... am one of his test subjects."

Jiang Xiaohua froze in place.

"Very surprising, isn't it? Even though I was his son, I became his first test subject... The curse and the virus slaughtering each other within the body is an ultimate pain. You can feel them tearing your internal organs apart bit by bit, eating away your flesh and blood like ants. Only like this could those curses excrete the virus's antibodies."

"And he... he just coldly observed all of this. No matter how I begged for mercy, he remained indifferent, only continuously and perfunctorily promising some rewards so that I wouldn't suffer a mental breakdown."

"Until... the day I died."

Jiang Xiaohua was a bit bewildered. "You... died?"

"Yes, I died," Chu Muyun answered calmly. "At that time, I was too small, and my body hadn't fully developed yet. My internal organs simply couldn't withstand the backlash of the curse. On the sixth day... I died."

"Before I died, he just stood there beside my operating table, grabbed my hand, and stuffed a cheap rattle-drum bought from a street stall into my hand..."

"And then he told me..."

"'I've disappointed him too much.'"

Chu Muyun's breathing grew increasingly heavy, and the killing intent in his eyes drifted out once more. The hand grasping the scalpel in his pocket tightened its grip even more!

"Then how did you survive later?" Looking at Chu Muyun before him, who didn't look like a corpse at all, Jiang Xiaohua couldn't help but ask.

"Later, I met someone... She found me after my corpse was dumped in the wilderness. Perhaps out of pity, she... took my brain out from the dying corpse." Chu Muyun paused for a moment,

"That person... is the current Eight of Hearts."