In Yingyue Pavilion, the members of Yingyue Tianyou are holding an important meeting. The condescending leader is sitting on the main seat. The dense and long bead curtain covers her whole body, and only the ethereal and intoxicating sound can be heard.
Fascinated voice: "Everyone, I have something to discuss with you today."
"Heaven, I don't know why we have to call everyone together. We, Yingyue Tianyou, have not appeared in this world for a long time."
"Mrs. Han, don't worry, listen to me slowly," Ziyou took a sip of tea, moistened her throat, and said, "I think everyone should know about the tragedy of killing a family ten years ago!"
"Does the Heavenly One refer to the one from Wanqi Xingshi?" Luo Baitao asked.
"Of course. Ten years ago, the Demon-Eating Line annihilated all the Wanqixing clan, but the King of the Demon-Eating Line fell into a coma after the battle. The Queen of the Demon-Eating Line once asked me to unravel what happened.
I can't do anything about King Devouring because I can't find the reason for King Devouring's coma. But after my research in the past few years, I think there is only one possibility. The attack on King Devouring is unique to the Wanqi family.
The curse.”
"Then what kind of curse is that?"
"Mo Hun." Ziyou replied briefly.
"What is that? I have never heard of such a spell." Xiyu, who is proficient in spells, asked curiously.
"This is an extremely powerful curse. The cursed person will fall into a coma and will never wake up without a special anti-curse item."
"Oh?" Xiyu asked, "How do you cast a spell? I can learn it too."
"Oh, it's up to you." Ziyou smiled.
"Why, there is no spell in this world that I, Zhiyu, can't learn."
"It's not that you can't learn it," Ziyou stopped laughing and said, "The person who casts the spell must be determined to be counterattacked."
"Isn't it just some small punishment for going against the will of heaven?"
Ziyou did not answer her, but continued: "The caster must use his own body to trigger the curse. Once the curse is successful, the soul of the caster will sink forever and fall into the endless world. If it fails, his muscles and veins will be broken.
Eternally useless. In other words, the caster only has one chance."
"So terrifying! How determined was the person who cast the spell on King Devourer at that time?"
"Maybe it's because of love!" Ziyou said softly.
"Heaven, what did you say?"
"No, it's nothing."
Luo Baitao listened impatiently and said: "Let me tell you, God, what is the purpose of coming here this time? It should not just be to curse!"
"Of course," Zi You said, "She is indeed a young lady from the Luo family. This time I came here to ask everyone to find the whereabouts of Mo Hun."
"God, isn't Mohun the name of the spell? Where can I find it?"
"Mrs. Han, you don't know something. Mo Hun is not actually the name of the spell, but the thing that causes the spell."
"what is that?"
"As far as I know, it should be the skull of the spell caster. After the spell caster is ashes, his skull will turn into a green crystal, which records everything about the ink soul and the spell from ancient times to the present.
And how to break this spell."
"What does Heaven mean for us to go out and look for Mohun?"
"Of course."
"This is easy to handle," Luo Baitao interjected, "Why don't you just go to Wanqi Mansion and dig it out."
"Miss Luo, Mo Soul is not as easy to find as you said. After the war between the two families, someone sealed the skull of the spell caster into a secret space, and the key to unlocking the space is the blood of the Wanqi family.
What I inherited, but after the battle that year, the Wanqi Xing clan was already destroyed, so it’s really a headache.”
Wanqi? Okay? Luo Baitao thought to himself, by the way, isn’t that woman the orphan of Wanqi expert? If you leave this matter to me, I will definitely be able to do it. By then, I will not only be Yingyue Tianyou’s hero, but the heaven will do it for me.
I can improve my status in the organization and kill that woman. Kill two birds with one stone and kill two birds with one stone. Thinking of this, Luo Baitao said: "God, I wonder if you can leave this matter to me?"
"Oh? Miss Luo, do you know Mo Hun?"
"Yes, to be honest, my sister is actually the orphan of the Wanqixing family. She will definitely help us for the sake of saving her ten years ago."
"In that case, then this matter will be left to you."
"Thank you, God."
"Okay, that's it for today. Everyone is tired. Let's go back and rest early. Please"
"please"
After everyone left, Ziyou also returned to her room, taking off all her splendor and wealth. She sat in front of the mirror, combing her hair, but her thoughts were far away, "Orphan
Well...not bad and interesting." After saying that, he laughed softly.