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Ancient treasure of ghosts.

Chen Ling bent down and picked up the lifeless "corpse". Jian Changsheng's body was like soft mud, and he couldn't even stay still while lying on top of him.

"Let me treat him first. Otherwise, even if I find his soul, I won't be able to revive him."

Chu Muyun took out a small hammer from his arms and walked straight to Chen Ling.

Chen Ling nodded slightly and put the puddle of mud down again. Chu Muyun said nothing, swung the hammer and smashed it on Jian Changsheng's body, smashing his flesh and blood everywhere!

It was a huge project to reassemble and fix the bones that were broken into flesh and blood, but Chu Muyun's surgical skills were indeed extraordinary. After swinging the hammer for more than ten minutes, he actually separated the bones and flesh and reassembled most of them.

"Cough cough cough cough..." As Chu Muyun was sweating profusely, a burst of rapid coughing followed.

Chen Ling was startled, then her brows furrowed tightly.

"Senior Chu, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing... just a minor problem." Chu Muyun suppressed the discomfort in his body and waved his hand. "I've been researching some new... medical techniques recently and did some experiments on myself. It's nothing serious."

Chen Ling didn't understand the Dao of Medicine, let alone medical experiments, but he saw Chu Muyun's expression changing continuously, and his eyes were still a little solemn... He was about to ask something else, but Chu Muyun spoke first:

"I can only repair it so far..."

"My ability can't actually heal their bodies directly. It simply uses this method of destruction and reconstruction to exponentially increase their self-healing abilities... But now he's locked in a near-death state, and his self-healing abilities have completely disappeared, so he can't recover from this state."

"But I've already restored his basic structure. As long as we can recover his soul and awaken it, his self-healing ability should take effect immediately, and he'll slowly recover."

At this time, Chu Muyun's complexion had returned to normal, and there was no sign of any illness on his body. Chen Ling felt a little relieved.

Chen Ling looked towards the Temple of the Dead not far away:

"Less than forty minutes left..."

"Do you want to wait for the cube?" Jiang Xiaohua tilted her head.

"Time is running out, so we won't wait for him. He should still be talking to his master... Anyway, our goal is that temple, and he will join us there sooner or later."

Chen Ling was not worried about Sun Bumian's safety at all. After all, this was an ancient treasure of the Ghost Dao. Being here was like being home for Sun Bumian.

Naturally, everyone had no objection and immediately set off, heading straight for the Temple of the Dead.

This so-called Temple of the Dead, judging from its appearance, was not as grand and majestic as Chen Ling had imagined. At least it could not be compared with the magnificent palaces in the Imperial Dao Ancient Collection. Even its size was less than one-fifth of the size of the palace.

Rather than being a shrine, it is more like a temple standing in the world of the dead. The black and grey exterior exudes a biting chill. Once a living person approaches, it is like walking into an ice cellar, and the perception of the flesh gradually becomes numb... The flesh is not welcome here, only ghosts are accepted.

Chen Ling carried Xiao Jian on her back, and Jiang Xiaohua held Su Xi's hand as they crossed the threshold and entered the temple.

As soon as Chu Muyun stepped over the threshold, his whole body gradually stiffened and his movements became extremely slow... Bone-chilling frosty air came out of his nose. In a place with such heavy yin energy, the disease in his body was directly triggered, and he suddenly started coughing violently.

Chu Muyun subconsciously retracted the foot he had stepped forward and looked at Chen Ling and Jiang Xiaohua in front of him with a look of surprise.

How did they manage to enter the temple and move around freely without changing their expressions?

Chen Ling turned around and looked at Chu Muyun.

Yes,

This Temple of the Dead is extremely hostile to the living. He can withstand the world-destroying disaster, and Jiang Xiaohua can only be considered half a living person in a sense. The two of them may not be affected... But Chu Muyun is just an "ordinary person" after all. Entering the temple means approaching "death".

"Senior Chu, you should have a good rest outside the hall. Leave the rest to us." Chen Ling said.

Chu Muyun didn't intend to show off. With these two "monsters" around, there was really no need for him, a medical god, to go in and be a burden. He nodded and spoke directly:

"Be careful."

Chen Ling and Jiang Xiaohua looked at each other, took a step forward, and their figures gradually disappeared into the darkness.

The corridor of the temple was narrow and cold, but as the two living people approached, the dark green candlelight on the temple wall seemed to be affected by their living breath and gradually turned into normal orange candlelight.

During this process, Chen Ling could feel that the ghost's gaze on them was getting colder and colder, and the temperature around them was getting lower and lower, as if it felt offended by Chen Ling and the others for barging in here... Although, it had been offended many times today.

But on the one hand, Guidao had already made a mistake against Chen Ling and was still in a stalemate. On the other hand, the cause and effect of the two people had almost been settled. Even if the remaining cause and effect reappeared at this time, it would be basically impossible to hurt the two.

Chen Ling and Jiang Xiaohua walked through the long and narrow corridor. As darkness enveloped their vision, a vast yet magnificent interior space appeared before them...

Cluster-cluster-cluster...

Faint green candlelight ignited inside the temple. Countless mysterious patterns were engraved on the ground, walls, and even the hollow ceiling. Even though the exterior of the temple looked ordinary, when the two stepped into the real core area, an indescribable sense of grandeur and oppression enveloped their figures!

That is the oppressive feeling that comes from the rules... or rather, the ghost way!

All living things in the world will eventually die;

And this is the end point of all life, the destination of the soul, and the "death" hub leading to the Styx.

Chen Ling and Jiang Xiaohua looked up at the same time, and saw a black divine pillar that seemed to penetrate the sky and earth, standing quietly in the center of the temple, and the breath of ghosts and gods continuously surged out from it!

"Is this... the foundation of the ghost way?" Chen Ling muttered to himself.

Compared with the Imperial Dao Ancient Collection, the Ghost Dao Ancient Collection is not as complete as a lost ancient collection at all. It was "lost" not because the profession it corresponds to disappeared... but because the world is gradually losing its awe of it.

In other words, the ghost path has never truly flourished. It has always been quietly lurking in the shadows of this world, invisible to everyone, and almost never interfering with anything in the world of the living.

"Hongxin, look at that." Jiang Xiaohua suddenly spoke.

Chen Ling looked in the direction of Jiang Xiaohua's finger, and saw a translucent figure between a ghost and a soul hanging in front of the ghost path's foundation, like a piece of cloth floating on a tug-of-war rope, constantly hovering.