Chapter 1504: Chu Muyun’s Past

With the rapid consumption of mental and physical strength, the support from the seven hammer blows Chu Muyun had given himself reached its limit.

Chu Muyun’s body began to weaken visibly. If it were normal times, this wouldn't be too much trouble for Chu Muyun; he would just need to give himself a few more hammer blows to keep going. But at this moment, in the Underworld River, it became his final death warrant!

Chu Muyun’s aura suddenly waned, and at the same time, his consciousness began to blur, which was fatal in the Underworld River.

Chu Muyun could no longer persist in recalling, and his thoughts were gradually occupied by those surging lives of others, just like a flood sweeping away everything after a dam burst.

His instinctual reason told him that things were very bad and he had to leave the Underworld River immediately... But now that he was in the Underworld River, he had no idea how far it was to the other side, and even if he turned back now, it would definitely be too late.

"Damn it..."

Chu Muyun’s consciousness gradually sank into darkness, his legs went soft, and he plunged toward the bottom of the Underworld River...

Just then,

A palm grabbed him by the back of his collar from above.

Immediately after, a massive force came from above. Chu Muyun felt his body being lifted up forcibly, directly out of the Underworld River. A hard and cold arm carried his body, and they slowly continued forward...

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

He looked down at his body...

A figure covered in bandages with white hair fluttering came into Chu Muyun’s view.

He was carrying Chu Muyun with his left hand and dragging a chain with his right. The other end of the chain was connected to a very familiar white-robed soul. That soul was being stepped on by him, as if it were being used as an electric speedboat, whistling and flying across the Underworld River!

Chu Muyun: ???

Isn't that the Envoy of the Ghost Path Ancient Treasury??

How did he become a mount?!!

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

"Plum Blossom 6..." Chu Muyun was slightly stunned. "You... how are you here?"

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

Suxi widened his eyes in the Underworld River, wishing he could tear Jiang Xiaohua on his back into pieces. Fortunately, there was no real water in the Underworld River, otherwise he would be gurgling and cursing at the bottom of the water right now.

"You solved the Eighth-Tier Envoy by yourself?" Chu Muyun was stunned for a long time.

"As expected... none of you 6-generation folks are simple."

"I don't know either. While he was fighting, he insisted on using his soul to tie me up, and as a result, he was counter-controlled by me." Jiang Xiaohua shrugged. "My luck seems to be rarely good."

Chu Muyun: ...

"You almost got lost just now." Jiang Xiaohua spoke again. "You shouldn't have actively tried to feel the memories of those ghosts. That’s courting death."

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

"You... are looking for someone?"

"Yeah."

"A lover?"

"...An enemy."

Jiang Xiaohua glanced at Chu Muyun’s right hand, which was always kept in his pocket.

Suddenly, Jiang Xiaohua seemed to remember something:

"If you want to find someone... perhaps you can have him help you find them."

Chu Muyun saw Suxi, whom Jiang Xiaohua was pointing at, and was stunned for a moment, then his expression became a bit strange...

That’s right, if you want to find someone, the most convenient people in the Ghost Path Ancient Treasury should be the Envoys. As long as they have a thought, they can detain the corresponding ghost from the Underworld River.

It’s just...

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

Chu Muyun fell into silence.

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

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

Jiang Xiaohua patted Suxi on the back of the head. "Did you hear that? Find Chu Wenbin."

Suxi widened his eyes in humiliation and anger:

"I am a Ghost Path Ancient Treasury Envoy!! I can't possibly help you find people!! Don't even think about..."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

As Jiang Xiaohua transmitted the curse through the chain again, Suxi screamed shrilly.

"Find him." Jiang Xiaohua said coldly.

"..." Suxi said while wailing, "There are over six hundred people named Chu Wenbin in this basin, how would I 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 complex look appearing in his eyes:

"He... was a famous doctor in the Wuji Domain. In that era, he combined the Witch God Path and the Medicine God Path to develop a miracle drug during a large-scale plague, saving thousands of people."

Jiang Xiaohua was a bit puzzled: "Your father was a famous doctor who saved the world? Then... why did you say he was an enemy?"

"His miracle drug was extracted through some forbidden experiments..."

"He first used intravenous injections to let virus-carrying blood enter the experimental target’s body, making the target also infected with the corresponding disease, and then used some sacrificial vessels to implant the curse of witchcraft into the target’s body. By triggering the fight between the curse and the virus, he obtained antibodies, and then he extracted these antibodies to make the miracle drug..."

"And I... was one of his experimental targets."

Jiang Xiaohua stood frozen in place.

"Surprised, right? Even though I was his son, I became his first experimental subject... The curse and the virus fighting inside the body is a kind of extreme pain. You feel them tearing your internal organs bit by bit, eating your flesh like ants. Only in this way can those curses excrete the antibodies for the virus."

"And he... he kept watching all this coldly. No matter how I begged for mercy, he remained indifferent, just constantly stalling and promising some rewards so that I wouldn't have a mental breakdown."

"Until... the day I died."

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

"Yes, I died." Chu Muyun answered calmly. "I was too young at the time, my body hadn't fully developed, and my internal organs couldn't support the backlash of the curse. On the sixth day... I died."

"Before I died, he stood right there by my operating table, gripping my hand, and shoved a cheap rattle he’d bought from a street stall into my palm..."

"Then he said to me..."

"I had disappointed him too much."

Chu Muyun’s breathing grew heavy. The killing intent in his eyes surged once more, and his hand, clutching the scalpel in his pocket, tightened until his knuckles turned white!

"Then how did you survive?" Jiang Xiaohua looked at the Chu Muyun before him—who looked nothing like a corpse—and couldn't help but ask.

"Later, I met someone... She found me, discarded in the wilderness. Perhaps out of pity, she... removed my brain from my dying body." Chu Muyun paused for a moment.

"That person is the current Heart 8."