You said you would tell fortunes, so you can catch ghosts and exterminate zombies easily?

"hiss~"

The black snake flicked its tongue and slowly moved forward, soon arriving at the location of the firelight.

It was emitted by three torches planted upright in the ground.

A very large bamboo bed was placed in the middle of the torches, and a person was lying quietly on the bamboo bed.

As Nobuko vomited, Hee-meng confirmed the source of the stench of death: it was this person.

Xi Meng raised the snake's head slightly and observed it carefully. This person was at least ten feet tall, and his head was a size larger than that of an ordinary person. However, at this moment, his body was almost just a skin, especially his naked upper body, which was so thin that his ribs were sunken.

With his death imminent, it's no wonder there's a faint stench of decay emanating from him.

Could it be one of those broken formations he designed?

The question had barely crossed Xi Meng's mind when the person turned their head. Startled, Xi Meng quickly pressed the snake's head down, almost touching the ground. She momentarily thought she had been exposed and wondered if she should just take to the air and fly away, or...

Footsteps sounded, and the middle-aged man who had come earlier came over carrying a black, disc-shaped object. Out of curiosity, Xi Meng looked up again and discovered that the person on the bamboo bed had not eyes in their eye sockets, but rather a resin-like filling.

He clearly sensed the middle-aged man's approach, and with difficulty raised his hand, his trembling fingers touching the black disc. His expression became visibly excited, and he began to stammer.

Xi Meng listened carefully for a while, then lowered her head again, somewhat discouraged.

I can't understand it at all!

I don't know what they're saying.

That's right, there are several countries around here. As Xi Meng sighed, she smelled a bloody odor. Looking again, she saw that the middle-aged man had placed the plate on the bamboo bed at some point, and took out a dagger, cutting open the wrist of the person on the bed.

!!!

What is this doing?

The middle-aged man suspended his wrist on the disc, watching the thick blood drip down little by little.

Xi Meng held her breath and concentrated.

Unfortunately, after several breaths, the disc remained unchanged.

The blood, which was already dripping slowly, slowed down even further.

The stench of the corpse grew stronger. When the last bit of blood congealed on the wound on his wrist, the middle-aged man froze for a moment, then looked up at the sky and cried out in grief. He suddenly knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly, uttering mournful cries from time to time.

Upon hearing this, the people around gathered around and knelt down to kowtow.

This is not right!

Xi Meng slowly stepped back a little.

She figured she might have made a mistake.

This group of people doesn't seem like the kind of people who can set up formations and control strange fish filled with malevolent energy.

It's all that guy surnamed Song's fault.

Unreliable as always.

Xi Meng turned around and was about to swim towards the sea.

Although it's unreliable, we've already come all this way, so we can't just stand by and watch someone die.

Before they had swum even a meter, they saw a shadowy figure hiding behind a tree, peering in their direction.

The man wore a tattered Taoist robe and a hat made of watermelon rind. His old face was full of wrinkles, but surprisingly, his skin was very fair, and his eyes were bright and piercing.

As Xi Meng subconsciously frowned, the latter noticed her, paused for a moment, and then quickly waved to her.

"Did they call me?" Xi Meng mumbled, but still swam over.

When Xi Meng noticed the conch shell the man was holding, her face darkened: "Senior Song...?"

"It's me, it's me. You went to check just now, right? The great shaman is definitely dead, isn't he?"

Xi Meng transformed into human form, frowning: "Great Shaman?"

"Yes, this should be the last great shaman. He used to cultivate in the deep mountains of southwestern China. Later, he had to leave the mountains to search for the treasure he was guarding because it was stolen. Not long after, a conflict broke out, and he was expelled from the country along with all the other bastards. For a time, he could only wander in these island nations at sea."

Xi Meng was clearly unaware of this history and uninterested in it, waving her hand dismissively.

"So, is this great shaman the one who set up the formation?"

This is the most important thing.

"Of course not. He's a great shaman. If he really wanted to make a big fuss, he would have more than just these people under his command. Besides, they all look so easy to fool and have soft hearts."

When this was mentioned, Xi Meng's lips twitched.

And you're still talking?

You, a dignified Xuan Master, are so timid, and you even seem proud of it.

"Do you see that black disc?"

Xi Meng said lazily, "Nonsense."

"It's said that the stolen treasure was part of a set with this disc, but this disc doesn't look like a magical artifact. You say it's part of a set, could it be an array? Or perhaps, a vessel for recording some kind of heaven-defying technique?"

"A wordless book?!"

Xi Meng: “…”

"Senior Song, why don't we go back first? The formation over there hasn't been broken yet."

"That has nothing to do with me. They accepted the mission I posted, so it's their job to solve it. With my strength, I'd only be a hindrance if I went back."

Xi Meng chuckled twice: "Then Senior Song, don't you want to find out who's behind this?"

"Why don't they go find them? They look pretty capable anyway."

Xi Meng: “…”

She examined Senior Song closely, her brows furrowing, and suddenly lowered her voice: "You...you're not planning to kill them, are you?"

The latter stiffened: "Don't talk nonsense!"

Xi Meng stroked her chin: "Qingwei, you can do whatever you want, but Master Su has so much merit. If you want to kill him, aren't you afraid of being punished by the higher-ups and having your soul scattered?"

“I didn’t mean to kill them, I swear.”

"Nobody believes your oath," Xi Meng said, pulling his arm to leave. "Alright, stop looking. What can you possibly see from that disc on its own? If you're really interested, you might as well just steal it!"

"Little Black Dragon, you mustn't have such thoughts! We cultivators are upright and honest, with clean hands and no integrity. How could we steal or rob?"

Xi Meng rolled her eyes: "If you can't, what's the point of staying here?"

Isn't it just a complete waste of time?

She applied more force.

"You can't steal or rob, but you can borrow!"

Ximeng: “???”

She doubted her ears, rubbed them to make sure Senior Song was nodding, and exclaimed incredulously, "You...you...you..."

The latter pulled her towards the bamboo bed.

"My lord, my lord, look what I've discovered!"

The group of people who were kowtowing were stunned for a moment, then straightened their backs and turned their heads.

Xi Meng's lips twitched.

"A woman?" Some simple-minded people chuckled.

"What woman? This... is Black Dragon!"

As he spoke, he winked at Ximeng.

Xi Meng: “…”

Reluctantly, it transformed into a dragon and hovered above the bamboo bed.

Fortunately, no one was in a hurry. She wanted to see what this guy surnamed Song was up to!

"A dragon, it really is a dragon!" someone exclaimed, and then suddenly kowtowed again, this time with much more force. After only three or four kowtows, the skin on his forehead broke and blood flowed out.

Seeing this, the others also kowtowed.

Only the middle-aged man remained still, his gaze fixed on the black dragon, his eyes dark and unfathomable.

Xi Meng transformed back into human form, stood before him, and glanced at him: "Aren't you afraid of me?!"

The middle-aged man did not answer, but silently stood up, reverently picked up the plate, and carefully, as if afraid that the thick blood inside would spill out.

Xi Meng watched curiously as he walked toward the torch.

Then, standing on tiptoe, he slowly poured the blood from the plate onto the torch.

She frowned, looking at Senior Song with a puzzled expression. He was clearly puzzled as well, but soon he exclaimed, "This seems to be... searching for the reincarnation of the Great Shaman?"

"Huh?" Xi Meng's face fell. "No, what nonsense is this? I'm telling you, Senior Song, if you're really not leaving, I'll go back first."

If she stayed any longer, she was really afraid that this unreliable person would follow this group of people to find the reincarnation of the great shaman.

She doesn't have the time to waste on that.

Thinking of this, she transformed into a dragon and soared into the sky. However, after flying only ten meters or so, her body stopped, as if an invisible hand had pulled her back.