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After listening to Mo Shu's words, I felt a bit shocked, but I still maintained my composure. After all, his previous attitude had already prepared me somewhat for this.
"Why?!" Yao Long, who was beside me, seemed much more anxious. He stood up and asked Mo Shu, "Why must we kill her? Is there really no other way?"
"Don't rush. Look at Shen Xu sitting there; he isn't panicking," Death Apostle whispered, pulling Yao Long back down into his seat.
I took Yao Long's words and skeptically asked, "Yeah, is there really no other way? It's just a mark. A friend of mine had a Soul Burial implanted in him, and at that time it seemed like he was doomed, but now he's doing just fine."
"The situation is different..." Mo Shu patted my shoulder and said, "I know about your Soul Burial, and I also know how to resolve it; it's simply about separating the burial from the soul. But this mark is entirely different from Soul Burial... Do you remember what I told you last night? The person marked by this will be eroded completely by the powerful force of the King of Hell. In other words, this mark has some connection to the King of Hell; in fact, this pattern represents him."
"I don't know how this mark ended up on your friend, but according to the information obtained through the Medium Gate last night, the Underworld has been quite unstable lately. Some people have already intruded into the Underworld, trying to find something within it and using some kind of power to guide the King of Hell's mark into the mortal realm."
"Yang Master; it must be that group of Yang Master again," I muttered to myself as I pondered.
"I share your thoughts and also suspect it could be Yang Master. But the question is whether it's the work of one person or a group," Mo Shu said while stroking his beard and pacing back and forth in the room.
"What difference does it make if it's one person or a group?" I asked.
"If it's a group, then they must be equally powerful and capable of guiding the King of Hell's force. Each member would undoubtedly be exceptional and above us. But if it's just one person, then that person's strength... I think you already understand without me saying much since you've witnessed part of the King of Hell's power yourself."
"Yes." I nodded uneasily. "Do you have any other clues?"
Mo Shu paused for a moment and thought, "No, that's all I've managed to gather before you interrupted me. If necessary, I can go try to probe further for more clues..."
"Then I'll trouble you with that..." I said without hesitation. In our current situation, if we could gather more clues, it would definitely be beneficial for us; otherwise, we would always be pawns controlled by Yang Master.
"Alright, then I'll open the Medium Gate once more," Mo Shu said, turning to leave. Just as he reached the door, he seemed to suddenly remember something and turned back, saying, "By the way, I retrieved your bow; it's on the table in the hall. Also, I see that you're all in decent shape now. If you need to leave for any reason, just go ahead... As for gathering information... I'll come find you if I have any news. Take care of yourselves, young ones..."
After hearing this, I felt as if there was something unsaid in his words. I stood up and chased after him to ask, but by the time I reached the door, Mo Shu had already vanished. The empty hall was filled with various Black Soldiers and stone tables and benches, but not a single person was in sight. Meanwhile, Yao Long's Azure Spirit lay peacefully on the stone table closest to our room.
I stepped forward and picked up the Azure Spirit before returning to our room. At that moment, Yao Long and Death Apostle had already come out to greet me. I handed the Azure Spirit back to Yao Long and turned to Death Apostle beside me. "Did you feel like he was hinting at something?"
"Not just hints; from his tone, it sounded like a warning. Could he be referring to the mark on Hu Fang?" Death Apostle replied.
"I'll think about the mark later; for now, there doesn't seem to be any side effects. We can only take it one step at a time. We can't really go as far as Mo Shu suggested—killing Hu Fang."
"Well, not only can you not do it, but neither can we. After all, we've been together for so long and have gone through life and death together... However, it's best not to tell Hu Fang about this for now; we wouldn't want her to act rashly."
Hearing Death Apostle say this, I actually shared the same sentiment because Hu Fang is quite concerned about being a burden. If she found out about this matter, she might very well consider suicide.
"I know that for sure..." I said while glancing towards Hu Fang's room. I noticed they had already lit candles inside but still hadn't come out. "It's probably getting late; let's check on Hu Fang and the others and wake them up so we can discuss what to do next with Li Zhisheng."
With that, Death Apostle, Yao Long, and I made our way to Hu Fang and Li Zhisheng's room. They were still sound asleep; Li Zhisheng had sprawled out on his bed in a big star shape, having kicked his blanket onto Hu Fang's bed where it was now shivering from the cold.
Hu Fang was sweating profusely under two thick blankets.
"I can't believe these two can sleep like this and still not wake up," I muttered to myself as I approached Li Zhisheng's bed and gave him a few hard shakes to rouse him before waking Hu Fang as well.
After the two of them got up, they were still in a daze, unsure how they ended up like this. But when Li Zhisheng saw the bandage wrapped around my arm, he mumbled, "What on earth happened last night? I was freezing to death, while Hu Fang was hot as a steamed bun. And you, how did you get hurt like this overnight?!"
Seeing him trying to joke around made me realize I really wasn't in the mood for laughter. I asked Death Apostle to explain the situation to them and quietly reminded him not to let anything slip. After that, I walked out alone.
Sitting in the hall, surrounded by an array of weapons, I felt a mix of emotions. "Could it really be as Mo Shu said? Is there truly no way to save us? Is the King of Hell's mark really unbreakable? Who exactly broke into the Underworld? Was it really Yang Master? What are those people looking for?"
A multitude of questions swirled in my mind, and I couldn't help but mumble softly to myself.
After a moment, Hu Fang and Li Zhisheng came out of the room, looking composed.
"Shen Xu, I know what’s going on now. If what Death Apostle just told me is true, then the one causing trouble in the Underworld must be Yang Master, and their goal is likely related to Onizuka..."
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