Sludge suction system

The moonlight, like water, bathed Zhu Xiang'er, draping her petite figure in a silvery veil. Clutching Xiao Zha tightly, she ran anxiously towards her mother Zhu Feng'er's room. The dim, yellowish light in the corridor flickered and swayed under her hurried footsteps, as if it too were worried about Uncle Lingji's safety.

"Mother! Mother!" Zhu Xiang'er called out impatiently as soon as she reached the door, her voice filled with anxiety and panic.

The door creaked open, and Zhu Feng'er, dressed in plain clothes, looked somewhat tired, but a hint of concern flashed in her eyes the moment she saw her daughter. "Xiang'er, it's so late, what happened? Why are you in such a hurry?"

Zhu Xiang'er was panting heavily, and the little rascal in her arms squirmed restlessly. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her rapid breathing, then raised her head, her eyes flashing with a determined yet worried light, and said, "Mother, something terrible has happened! Uncle Lingji has been bewitched by Wumai, and he is now on the verge of death, with only ten days left!"

Zhu Feng'er's expression instantly turned serious. She frowned slightly, her eyes revealing shock and anger. "What did you say? Wu Mai actually did such a vicious thing! Xiang'er, how did you know?"

Zhu Xiang'er gently stroked Xiao Zha's head and explained, "Xiao Zha told me this, it wouldn't lie to me. Mother, we can't just stand by and watch Uncle Lingji be killed by Wumai, we have to find a way to save him!"

Zhu Feng'er nodded slightly, lost in thought. After a moment, she slowly said, "Wu Mai has always been treacherous and cunning. His witch's mansion must be heavily guarded. Finding the secret chamber where he practices witchcraft will be no easy task. Moreover, witchcraft is extremely evil and very difficult to break. But Uncle Lingji has been kind to us, and we must not stand idly by."

Zhu Xiang'er grabbed her mother's hand urgently, her eyes shining with expectation, "Mother, what should we do? Please think of something!"

Looking at her daughter's worried and anxious face, Zhu Feng'er felt a pang of pain in her heart. She knew that this matter was urgent, but she was at a loss. She gently stroked Zhu Xiang'er's hair and comforted her softly, "Xiang'er, don't panic. Although we are at a loss for the moment, the Grand Preceptor Liu Jun is very knowledgeable and experienced. He may have a solution."

A spark of hope ignited in Zhu Xiang'er's eyes. She gripped her mother's clothes tightly with her little hands and nodded vigorously, "Yes! Mother, let's go find the Grand Preceptor quickly!"

The moonlight, like water, spilled onto their hurried figures. They moved quickly through the winding, secluded corridors, their footsteps creating a gentle breeze. All the way, Zhu Xiang'er was frantic, wishing she could fly to the Grand Preceptor immediately to seek a solution.

Finally, they arrived at the residence of the Grand Preceptor Liu Jun. Zhu Feng'er raised her hand and gently knocked on the door, her voice tinged with urgency, "Grand Preceptor, it's me, Zhu Feng'er. I have something important to discuss with you."

A moment later, the door slowly opened, and Liu Jun, dressed in a long robe, appeared, his face serene yet revealing a hint of weariness. He paused slightly upon seeing Zhu Feng'er and her daughter, then bowed respectfully, "High Priest, what brings you here so late at night?"

Zhu Feng'er's expression was grave. Without bothering with pleasantries, she said directly, "Grand Master, the situation is urgent. Uncle Lingji has been cursed by Wu Mai with witchcraft and is now on the verge of death, with only ten days left. We really can't think of a way to break the curse, so we have come to ask you for advice."

Liu Jun's expression instantly turned serious. He frowned slightly, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes. "Is this really the case? Wu Mai's methods are too ruthless. Come in quickly, let's discuss this in detail."

The three entered the house, and Zhu Xiang'er eagerly recounted everything Xiao Zha had told her. After listening, Liu Jun fell into deep thought, and the atmosphere in the room became so heavy that it was almost suffocating.

After a long silence, Liu Jun slowly spoke: "The art of witchcraft is evil and unpredictable, and it is by no means easy to break. However, I have read relevant records in ancient books, and perhaps I can find some clues. However, it will take some effort to find the secret room where Wu Mai performed the witchcraft."

Zhu Xiang'er's eyes were full of expectation, "Master, as long as you have a way! We are not afraid of any difficulties as long as we can save Uncle Lingji!"

Liu Jun nodded slightly, her gaze firm. "I will do my best. Let's start by gathering information about the Witch's Mansion, find out the approximate location of the secret chamber, and then discuss the subsequent solutions."

Zhu Feng'er also said firmly, "Alright, we'll follow the Grand Preceptor's arrangements. No matter what, we must save Uncle Lingji."

After seeing Zhu Feng'er and the others off, Grand Master Liu Jun arrived at the secret chamber on the top floor of the Astrology Tower. The candlelight flickered, its faint glow dancing on the walls, clearly illuminating Liu Jun's furrowed brow and solemn expression. His gaze swept across the chamber, finally settling on an ancient wooden box in the corner. The box was covered in mysterious incantations, faintly radiating an ancient and powerful energy.

Liu Jun stepped forward quickly and carefully opened the wooden box. Inside, a perfectly round crystal ball lay quietly, radiating a soft and holy light. This crystal ball was the treasure of the Astrology Tower, possessing the magical ability to perceive all things in the world. Liu Jun gently picked up the crystal ball, her hands trembling slightly, her eyes filled with solemnity.

"Uncle Lingji, you must hold on," Liu Jun murmured, his voice tinged with anxiety. He took a deep breath, concentrated all his mental energy on the crystal ball, and chanted incantations, casting an ancient and mysterious spell.

As the incantation was uttered, the crystal ball's light grew stronger, and ripples began to spread across its once clear surface, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake. The light gradually converged, forming a blurry image, shrouded in a thin mist, making it difficult to see clearly.

Liu Jun frowned, fine beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He intensified the power of his magic, gripping the crystal ball tightly with both hands until his fingertips turned white. Finally, the image gradually cleared, revealing the residence of Uncle Lingji. The courtyard was silent, a few withered trees shivering in the cold wind, as if they too were worried about Uncle Lingji's fate.

Liu Jun's gaze moved along the courtyard, finally landing on Uncle Lingji's bedroom. Uncle Lingji lay weakly on the bed, his face ashen white, devoid of any color. His lips were cracked and trembling slightly; each breath was labored, and his chest rose and fell weakly. Sweat soaked his clothes, his hair clung messily to his forehead, and he looked utterly haggard.

At this moment, several figures appeared in the scene—the personal guards and advisors of Prince Lingji. They surrounded the bed, their faces filled with worry and helplessness. One of the guards whispered, "Your Highness, are you feeling any better?"

Uncle Lingji shook his head slightly, his voice so weak it was almost inaudible: "I... I'm afraid I can't make it..."

However, the images in the crystal ball didn't provide him with any more useful clues, and Uncle Lingji's condition remained dire. Liu Jun reluctantly stopped the spell; the crystal ball's light gradually dimmed, returning to its original clarity. He placed the crystal ball back in the wooden box and fell into deep thought.

The most important thing now is to find the altar of Wumai, understand the source of this witch power, and find a way to restrain it. All of this is a mystery. What should we do?

Suddenly, Liu Jun's gaze fell upon a scroll with an ancient cover, emitting a faint glow. A strange premonition welled up within him. He reached out and carefully took the scroll, unfolding it gently. The text on the scroll was ancient and obscure, exuding an aura of mystery. Liu Jun read intently, his eyes occasionally flashing with confusion, and sometimes revealing a look of sudden understanding.

After a long while, Liu Jun finally raised his head, his eyes shining with determination. He had found the key to breaking the witchcraft—to break this powerful witchcraft, he needed to gather three extremely rare treasures.

“The first treasure is the Heart-Cleansing Grass that grows on a cliff,” Liu Jun murmured to herself. “The cliff is towering into the clouds, surrounded by mist, and the cliff face is full of jagged rocks, making it extremely difficult to climb. But this Heart-Cleansing Grass can grow tenaciously in such a harsh environment. It has a magical power that can resist the erosion of witchcraft spells and protect those who approach the altar from the interference and harm of the spells.”

“The second treasure is the Purifying Stone hidden in a deep valley,” Liu Jun continued. “That valley is shrouded in thick fog all year round, and it is full of all kinds of dangerous traps and ferocious beasts. The Purifying Stone is hidden in a secluded place in this valley. It emits a soft light and has the ability to purify all filth. It can completely purify that putrid witch power and restore clarity to the environment around the altar.”

“The last treasure is the Ice Marrow that lies dormant at the bottom of the Cold Pool.” Liu Jun’s tone became more solemn. “The Cold Pool is located in an extremely cold place, and the water is icy cold and bottomless. The Ice Marrow lies dormant at the bottom of this pool. It contains a powerful and stable force. Once obtained, it can stabilize the fluctuations of witch power and prevent it from suddenly erupting and causing irreversible consequences.”

Liu Jun quickly recorded this information, waiting for Zhu Xiang'er to find the information about the altar so that they could rescue Uncle Lingji. Could they really successfully save Linglu Kingdom from this crisis?