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"Boss, it's just ahead! I can smell it!" The excited voice of Xiao Hei echoed in his mind.
"You've said that many times already. How much farther is it?" Mo Wen replied, feeling helpless. Xiao Hei had been repeating this over and over.
"Hehe! Don't worry, Boss. The scent is getting stronger." Hearing Mo Wen's words, Xiao Hei chuckled awkwardly.
"Alright, let's keep moving." Whether Xiao Hei's nose was truly remarkable remained to be seen, but one thing was certain: they couldn't determine the distance. Given their current situation, they had no choice but to rely on Xiao Hei; Mo Wen had long lost his sense of direction and could only follow Xiao Hei's lead.
The timer on the boat had stopped long ago, and the two had lost all sense of time. Naturally, Xiao Hei didn't need to worry about this concept, as he had never grasped it. For Mo Wen, time had lost its meaning; although he wanted to leave this chaotic place as soon as possible, there seemed to be no effective way other than letting Xiao Hei guide them. His vision and hearing were severely affected by the chaos around them, and the hallucinations were making things worse. He decided to follow Xiao Hei's lead and shut off his senses. Even with his senses blocked, he noticed that as time passed, the impact on his perception grew more severe, and the range of his awareness shrank.
After advancing a bit further, their communication through sound was also affected. Xiao Hei gradually moved closer to Mo Wen to ensure their communication remained intact.
"Are you sure everything's fine?" Mo Wen opened his eyes and glanced up at Xiao Hei.
"Don't worry! I don't smell any danger!" Xiao Hei replied emphatically, taking a deep breath.
At that moment, they maintained a peculiar posture: Xiao Hei stood atop Mo Wen's head. Normally, standing on Mo Wen's shoulder would have been the shortest distance for their communication, but Xiao Hei claimed that Mo Wen's scent was too strong and interfered with his sense of smell. Mo Wen closed his eyes and focused entirely on controlling the boat, Xing Zhou. Initially bothered by Xiao Hei standing on his head, he soon realized that there was some truth to what Xiao Hei said; if he were outside in normal circumstances, he would have found himself repulsive. Now, however, he felt like a puppet completely disconnected from the outside world and could only rely on Xiao Hei for guidance.
"You better take this seriously; our lives depend on your nose."
"Boss, which of those rumors about this chaotic place do you think is true?" Instead of acknowledging Mo Wen's warning, Xiao Hei asked about the legends surrounding the chaotic realm.
"I don't think any of them are true. Didn't you just smell something? Which one do you think is real?" Mo Wen was already used to Xiao Hei's curiosity; he remembered how he used to be like that with Old Lu.
"I think it must be some kind of treasure because my master told me that my sense of smell can detect rare materials and treasures while my eyes can see through illusions. But this place is so illusory that I can't see through it with my current strength." In Xiao Hei's eyes, all he could see in the chaotic realm was a sea of lava; although he didn't experience hallucinations like Mo Wen did, observing the surroundings made him uncomfortable. His hearing was similarly affected.
"I hope it's a treasure too; even if it's not a treasure, it should be something very special." During these days, aside from chatting with Xiao Hei, Mo Wen had been pondering this question. According to his deductions, an entrance to another world was impossible; even if such an entrance existed, it wouldn't appear here. If there truly were an entrance to another world, surely someone would guard it.
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