Reborn as a Hatrack in the Mystical Land
Chapter 103 - 20 Heavenly Mysterious Light_2

Chapter 103: Chapter 20 Heavenly Mysterious Light_2

The moonlight enclosed the giant eye.

It was like moonlight and also like the gleam of a sword.

The giant eye was wrapped in the light of the sword.

"Heh heh," the giant eye was torn into countless phantoms, but those phantoms dissipated like waves crashing onto the shore after a short moment, and then gathered together again.

Within the devil’s eyes, blood vessels densely packed.

The Heavenly Mysterious Light in Ni Qianjun was dimming, with the shadows growing heavier.

Ni Qianjun hovered mid-air, his eyes blazing with murderous intent, blood-red throughout, he tightly gripped the sickle in his hand, madly channeling the Dark Energy within his body.

Blood seeped into the sickle he held, and suddenly, blade and wielder merged into one, piercing through the giant eye.

"Boom," the giant eye burst open in the air like fireworks,

"Ni Qianjun, watch out," someone was shouting from below, hesitating, Ni Qianjun looked down.

"Too late, heh heh," that haunting laugh, and "swoosh," a sharp piece of Devil Crystal pierced into his chest, Ni Qianjun slowly bowed his head, his consciousness blurring as he plummeted straight down.

In the end, he fell into a soft embrace.

Immediately, he lost consciousness.

It must have been a while, feeling like forever yet as if he had just closed his eyes, Ni Qianjun felt numb all over.

In fragments, voices reached his ears.

Ni Qianjun could hear the urgent calls, resembling Feng Buhui, and like Yue Jinghua.

She came too? Ni Qianjun felt an urge to sit up. He was Ni Qianjun after all, the deputy leader of the Rebellion Mercenary Group. How could he rely on a woman’s embrace?

A woman’s embrace? The numbness was only in his body, but Ni Qianjun could feel his heart beating faster.

Before he could savor the feeling of lying in the arms of the woman he liked, Ni Qianjun heard Feng Buhui arguing fiercely.

"We must take the deputy leader out. There’s no water or food here, and he’s injured,"

"Shut up, his wounds are not serious. What’s deadly is that he’s poisoned," a hand pressed on his heart, Ni Qianjun worried his pounding heart would betray him.

"Eh, this kid’s heartbeat is still strong. To fall from such a height, poisoned by the Devil Crystal, and still alive, truly a perfect example of brawn over brains," unaffected by life and death, not knowing when to advance or retreat, almost losing his life, Ni Qianjun’s actions convinced Yue Jinghua that he was a hot-blooded young idiot genius like Hanamichi Sakuragi.

"What is this poison? And what about that giant eye?" If Ni Qianjun could speak, he would definitely inquire about these two matters with Yue Jinghua. It’s a pity that at this moment, with a pale complexion and barely a breath left, aside from his heartbeat, he was at death’s door.

In her hands, Yue Jinghua still held several pieces of Crystal Stone dissolved from stones in the Lake District, and upon discovering signs of Ni Qianjun’s poisoning, she immediately collected the surrounding stone materials.

In the central area of Dan Demon Tomb, she found that the composition inside this Devil Crystal was very similar to that of arsenic in modern times. The so-called deadly Devil Crystal turned out to be a raw form of potent arsenic.

Penicillium, arsenic raw ore, these unexplainable existences on Canglong Continent, coincidentally appeared in Dan Demon Tomb. If one were to say this was merely a coincidence, then everything was just too coincidental.

Yue Jinghua looked towards the Lake District, filled with piles of white bones, all the way to the center of the Lake District, to that small island.

"Feng Buhui, you stay here and take care of Ni Qianjun. I will go check out the island in the center," the insane assault just now by Ni Qianjun wasn’t entirely ineffective.

After knocking Ni Qianjun down, the giant eye quickly hid in the small island.

This small island was isolated in the middle of Blood Lake—it must be its lair.

Arsenic is highly toxic, and even with the excellent medical conditions of the 23rd century, it is difficult to detoxify. To find an antidote, one must find that giant eye. This was the most reliable method to save a life that Yue Jinghua came up with after much thought.

Given Ni Qianjun’s robust constitution, he should be able to hold on for some time.

"I’m heading to the island, Master Yue, you stay and guard the deputy leader," upon hearing Feng Buhui’s words, Ni Qianjun couldn’t help wanting to nod in agreement, well said, kid.

"Stay? Or do you have absolute confidence, that after entering that island you have a higher chance of surviving than me?" Yue Jinghua’s voice suddenly turned cold.

"This..." Feng Buhui didn’t dare to retort. In fact, during the past day together, he had already developed a habit of following Yue Jinghua’s instructions.

Feng Buhui unconsciously obeyed Yue Jinghua’s orders. It was a deep-seated compliance, not one of hierarchy, but rather a wholehearted, heartfelt obedience.

Yue Jinghua placed her hand on Ni Qianjun’s chest, injecting the Creation Power from within her body into him.

The injured Dantian detected a mysterious power. For an instant, all the pores on Ni Qianjun’s body opened. He could feel the injured meridians in his body rapidly healing.

Seeing his complexion slightly improve, Yue Jinghua finally withdrew her hand with peace of mind.

"Don’t... don’t go," Ni Qianjun muttered, wanting to stop Yue Jinghua.

Unfortunately, the hand against his chest had already been withdrawn.

Ahead lay a mountain of mercenary and adventurer bones, and Yue Jinghua walked past the mountain of corpses and sea of bones without any fear.

In South Country Eighteen Towns, a total of one hundred thousand people died in just a few nights.

The deserted villages, the mysterious blood fog, and that strange eye, who was it? Was it a demon left behind by Dan Demon, or the Dan Demon himself?

With such questions in mind, Yue Jinghua walked forward step by step.

Feng Buhui and Ni Qianjun were getting further and further away from her, eventually shrouded by the blood fog. She walked all the way down to the small island in the center of the lake.

On the island in the center of the lake, the strange eye floated in front of a massive Crystal Stone, towering as high as the clouds.

It blinked, no longer issuing a heh heh laugh, but murmuring to itself: "I’ve waited for hundreds of years, to think, I truly waited for my kin. Fengling, are you happy for me?"