Cataclysm King

Chapter 557 Gray Fog Tavern
"Why is it so soft? It wasn't like this last time."

"Last time?"

"Ah, Sister Chujiu, please don't look at me with such strange eyes. Last time, when Governor Cao Yu came to encircle and suppress Wuzui City, Ji Xun was also injured. I helped to treat him. Card masters of the physical path have strong blood and qi. So when they are healthy, they should not be like this."

"Oh."

"And logically speaking, the Silver Moon divine contamination on Ji Xun's body would stimulate pleasure and lust, but now that his injuries have almost healed, his body is in this state. This is not a good sign. It should be because he used the [Black Magic] gloves in the battle a few days ago, which aggravated the contamination."

"Xiao Nan, are you talking about the witch's distortion? But didn't you say it was suppressed before?"

"Yes. He must have used the secret method of the Abyss Succubus clan to suppress it. There are related records in our Nan family's inheritance, but I haven't learned it. Wait, I'll go look through the classics."

"Sister Chujiu, I found it. It's recorded in the classics. First, let the mantra flow along this meridian, and then circulate it outside the body. Hey, it works. But... But..."

"what happened?"

"Ah, this. The back of the book says that this succubus secret technique requires the cooperation of others."

"Need cooperation?"

"Well. How about, Sister Chujiu, you try it?"

"???"

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Ji Xun felt groggy.

And I feel inexplicably at peace.

I haven't had such a sound sleep for a long time.

It is a state of extreme relaxation in which one knows that one is in a safe situation and therefore relaxes all vigilance.

The soul seems to be floating in the sky, the body is wrapped in clouds, and the whole world has a soft and continuous touch.

I pinched it, hmm, it feels as soft as silk.

I don’t know how long it took, but my light consciousness seemed to sink back to my body.

Only then did Ji Xun's soul connect with his physical body.

At this moment, I felt a stabbing pain in my chest.

Oh.

I remembered that it was the wound left by the sneak attack from Queen Oran.

There is some divinity left in the wound, and the erosion from high-level laws is not so easy to deal with.

But this pain also made Ji Xun suddenly distinguish between dreams and reality.

Consciousness gradually awakens.

He woke up.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the army green canvas of the tent.

Ji Xun's mind flashed with scenes like he had a blackout after drinking, and then he remembered that he had fainted at that time.

Did Xiaonan help me deal with it?

Well, it feels very familiar, just like last time.

After a while, the pupils finally focused.

A gentle voice of concern came from my ear: "Hey, Ji Xun, are you awake?"

Ji Xun watched the scene in front of him overlap and solidify into that familiar and cute smiling face with a bun.

Nan Jing blinked her clear big eyes, and for some reason, her round cheeks were slightly red.

She looked at Ji Xun with a dull look in her eyes. The strange color in her eyes disappeared instantly, and she said to herself, "Hey, is there something wrong?"

Ji Xun heard it, and it took him two breaths to slowly understand what he heard.

The injury is very serious, and the power of Silver Moon has a great impact on mental strength.

Nan Jing held a ball of magic in his hands and gently stroked his temple. Only then did Ji Xun feel a refreshing and cool energy calming his mushy thoughts.

It turns out that only with a good wet nurse can I sleep peacefully for so long.

Ji Xun is completely awake.

He felt like his body was rusty after lying down for too long, and he wanted to sit up.

The girl with the ball-head hairstyle beside the bed quickly helped to support him, muttering, "You were seriously injured before, you can lie down for a while longer."

"It's okay."

Ji Xun himself was proficient in medicine, and once the spell power started to work, he knew that his body had almost recovered.

Many of the wounds were treated very delicately, and it was obvious that Nan Jing was the one who did it.

As soon as Ji Xun sat up, he felt his body was slightly cool. He looked down and found that he was not wearing any clothes.

Only the severely injured part of his chest was still wrapped in gauze.

Well, at a glance, it looks very heroic.

Ji Xun didn't feel anything at all.

Nan Jing seemed not to see it either.

This scene is so similar to the one in Innocence City.
At that time, the two were far from being so familiar with each other, and Miss Ball Hair was still a shy little girl. Ji Xun still remembers the scene of her blushing shyly.

However, when the scene reappeared, the two no longer had the initial reservedness caused by their unfamiliarity.

Nan Jing helped Ji Xun sit up, and even adjusted the pillow on his back to make him sit more comfortably. At the same time, he asked, "How do you feel? I treated the injury on your chest, but the divinity cannot completely clean it up, and I don't know if there are any hidden dangers."

“It’s good enough.”

Ji Xun looked at the girl with the ball-shaped hair in front of him and said with a smile, "Thank you for your help, Xiaonan."

Nan Jing's dimples slightly sank, revealing a pair of cute little canine teeth. "There's no 'trouble' there."

Ji Xun asked again: "I have been unconscious for a long time?"

Nan Jing said: "Yeah. You have been in a coma for five days."

"Five days?"

Ji Xun frowned and tried to recall what had happened in the past few days, but it seemed that he remembered nothing.

Turning around, I saw Nan Jing standing by the window, with his hands behind his back, his lips pursed with a look of smirk on his face.

Ji Xun didn't know what was going on. He looked around the tent and saw that there was no one else, so he asked, "Where's Chujiu?"

"Ah, I was still here."

Nan Jing pretended not to know, and when he spoke, his expression could not hide a sly smile, "It seems that he went outside the tent."

The two of them were already familiar with each other, so how could Ji Xun not see the little expectation of "ask me what happened" on her expression?
He also asked casually: "Oh. Did something special happen just now?"

Nan Jing finally couldn't hold back his snickering, and asked knowingly, "Ah, you don't remember?"

Ji Xun gave him a blank look.

Nan Jingmei's eyes turned and she blinked her long eyelashes and said, "Just now, Sister Chujiu helped you to circulate the Qi channels of the 'Succubus Secret Method', and then you moved your hands. Sister Chujiu probably felt embarrassed to stay here, so she left."

The girl with the bun-haired look described in vivid detail what had just happened.

Since it didn't happen to me, of course I can enjoy it as a bystander.

After saying that, she did not forget to add: "Ah, Sister Chujiu didn't mind at first. Who knew you would wake up so suddenly."

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Ji Xun looked at the gloating expression of the man with the ball head, and after listening and guessing, he understood what happened.

A person's willpower is the weakest when they are injured, and the Silver Moon divinity has a huge negative impact on the spirit.

So after being injured five days ago, I should have been contaminated by the witch and suffered a backlash. Then, while Nan Jing was treating his injuries, he was thinking about helping me suppress it.

Originally, Miss Wanzitou should have done it herself, because the priest was the most professional doctor. But the succubus secret method made the girl a little embarrassed after all. If she was the only one treating Ji Xun, she wouldn't care so much.

But there happened to be a sister Chujiu in the tent who had grown up with me.

Then the girl with the bun-haired hairstyle started to do something bad.

When Chujiu heard that help was needed for treatment, he helped without saying much.

Ji Xun could even imagine the scene where Chujiu took action with an expressionless face.

And then there was a sequel.

Perhaps the succubus's secret magic had a direct effect on her body, causing her hands and feet to become clumsy.

Ji Xun's action was unconscious and instinctive, not intentional; Chujiu had a cold personality and certainly didn't take it seriously.

However, I woke up and was still a little shy.

Ji Xun figured it out and laughed at himself.

They didn't feel embarrassed at all, and none of the three felt embarrassed about it either.

I just think it's interesting.

As if thinking of some scene, Nan Jing added: "Hahaha, from childhood to adulthood, I have never seen Sister Chujiu blushing."

"hehe."

Ji Xun looked at the happy girl with a bun-haired hairstyle helplessly, and also felt inexplicably happy.

Perhaps it was because the succubus's secret technique was still making his blood surge, so he took one more look.

Miss Bun Hair is now the high priestess, and her dress follows the strict standards of the high priestess.

She used to like wearing all kinds of dark Gothic-style skirts, her clothing style was playful, cute, youthful and beautiful;
The high priest wore the robes of the court priests that had been passed down from the Tarun Dynasty.

Although it is called a robe, it is actually a kind of high-grade magical fabric with gold patterns on a black background. It is also a court dress that is elegant, majestic and solemn.

The aesthetics during the Tarun dynasty were unique.

The court costumes are the pinnacle of aesthetics that Ji Xun has seen.

Far from being old-fashioned, this high priest robe is very sexy.

The fabric has a full drape, is as smooth as satin, has the texture of black pearls, and displays the golden thorn flowers, the unique divine pattern of the high priest.

The neckline is deep V and the slits on both sides of the skirt are very high, reaching the hip bones, but the skirt is covered by a hazy veil, revealing the long legs.

This kind of skirt combines the mysterious solemnity of the high priest's profession with the confident display of the beauty of the body.

(PS. The style is probably like this)

Nan Jing's figure is not as tall as Chujiu's, but it is more curvy, especially her breasts are exceptionally well developed.

The priest's skirt was bulging out when she wore it, and the fullness was visibly visible to the naked eye.

Originally, this kind of priest skirt also had a shawl and a cape to match, so at least the shawl would cover up the sexiness when worn outside. But because she was in the tent, she only wore the underskirt.

Not being a stranger, Nan Jing’s posture was very casual, and her beautiful figure was fully displayed.

Ji Xun took another look.

Nan Jing noticed it and instinctively asked, "Why are you staring at me?"

Perhaps she guessed something belatedly, and the girl with the ball head quickly found a way out for herself: "What do you think? I cut the skirt myself."

As she spoke, she showed off her skirt generously.

Ji Xun understood it tacitly, and did not hide his gaze, and exclaimed: "It looks good."

Nan Jing listened and chuckled, "Thank you."

Laughing is laughing, making noise is making noise.

Nan Jing checked Ji Xun's physical and mental state seriously, and reminded him with a worried look on his face: "Ji Xun, your witch distortion has backfired very badly this time. The [Black Magic] gloves can no longer be used, otherwise it may really be impossible to suppress it."

"Ah."

Ji Xun nodded. But he knew it wasn't that easy.

It stands to reason that with his current strength, he doesn't have much time left to use the gloves, but now he has gradually discovered that the relic of the emperor [Black Magic] is evil and can affect people unconsciously.

Just as he was thinking about it, the succubus secret magic running in his body stopped, and all the desires in Ji Xun's eyes faded away in an instant.

Nan Jing, who was standing by the window, saw the whole scene. At this moment, he felt no shyness, only unconcealed worry: "You..."

It was as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.

She has been helping with the treatment these days, so of course she is aware of Ji Xun's condition.

And after inheriting the knowledge of the high priest lineage left by her mother, she knew more clearly that Ji Xun's distortion had reached a very dangerous level.

It can even be said that if Ji Xun is not careful, her body will gradually become a witch due to deformation.

Unless Ji Xun wants to follow the witch's path that Griffith took, he must restrain himself.

"Ah."

Ji Xun knew what Nan Jing wanted to say.

My situation is really bad.

However, a big problem with witch pollution lies here. It will make your subconscious mind accept this change and gradually become less averse to it.

Just like now, once the witch's secret magic faded, it seemed as if no desire could be raised at all.

Ji Xun also frowned.

He was well aware that his deformity was more serious than ever.

Thinking of this, he took out a gray photo.

This is the inherited relic of the God of Drama clan that I got from Reni before - [Gray Mist Relic].

Nan Jing knew what he was thinking and didn't want to say more, but because of his worry, he couldn't help but remind him: "Although this relic can theoretically solve the witch's distortion, the separation of consciousness has great uncertainty. It is very likely to cause irreversible consequences. I am not sure either."

"Ok, I know."

Ji Xun responded.

He certainly knew the risks of consciousness stripping.

Just because Emperor Lanlingster can strip it off safely doesn't mean others can.

The soul is like a sand castle on the beach. It is very difficult to remove part of it without the castle collapsing.

Ji Xun looked at the photo in his hand, pondered for a moment, and said, "I want to see what the emperor left behind."

He had previously speculated that Emperor Lanlingster might have used this relic to reverse the witch's distortion.

If this conjecture is correct, Ji Xun has a vague feeling that the emperor may have left something in this relic.

Reni had said before that he was the only person in the Xishen family in the past few hundred years who could use this [Gray Mist Relic].

Because he was about to die, he made bold attempts and found out many taboos on the use of this relic.

This photo contains the fragments of consciousness of most of the ancestors of the Xishen clan who went crazy. It is filled with violent negative energy and any foreign consciousness that enters it can be easily contaminated.

It's like a pool of ink. It's almost impossible to go in without getting some ink stains on you.

Reni told Ji Xun about his experience in detail.

In general, in addition to bloodline, what is more important is that the soul must be strong enough and the mind must be firm.

Bloodline can prevent the ancestral consciousness of the God of Drama clan from harming you as much as possible.

And soul strength is the only rigid requirement for going deeper.

After Ji Xun practiced the mysterious method of "My Heart is the Universe" left by Emperor Lanlingster in the Dead Zone, he had enough divine power to stabilize his soul, and his soul has become very stable.

At least several levels stronger than Rainey.

He had deduced this many times, and this had basically met the conditions for using the relic of safety.

Now his distortion condition is getting better and worse, and the changes are very serious. Ji Xun also wants to go in and take a look.

Ji Xun looked at Nan Jing's worried expression and explained the situation of [Gray Mist Relics] and some of the experiences that Reni had shared.

Nan Jing heard that he just wanted to go and take a look, so he didn't say anything else, just said: "Oh. Then I'll be here. If anything happens, I can still help you."

"Ah."

Ji Xun nodded.

Having this high priest by your side is indeed the best protection.

There is no need to be so polite between partners.

I rested for a few days and was a little fuzzy when I just woke up, but I’m actually in very good condition now.

Ji Xun meditated and adjusted his thoughts. After a while, he slowly tried to probe his mental power into the [Gray Mist Relic].

This ancient relic was able to strip Emperor Lanlingster of his consciousness, so it must be of extremely high quality.

The moment he touched this relic, Ji Xun felt as if his soul was instantly pulled out of his body.

In the blink of an eye, he found himself in a gray, foggy world.

Since he had heard Reni say that before, Ji Xun wasn't too surprised.

Instead, he carefully recalled the familiar feeling just now, and exclaimed in his heart: "How magical. Is this the feeling of the soul leaving the body after death?"

He had been on the brink of death many times before, so he was no stranger to the feeling of his soul about to leave.

But there had never been a time when it was as clear as it was just now.

It was so clear that it seemed as if Ji Xun felt that he was dead, his body could not imprison his soul, and then it floated to the legendary underworld.

After all, the "fog" in this mysterious space is exactly the same as what we saw in the underworld passage before.

Rennie had never been to the underworld, so he couldn't accurately describe the feeling.

However, Ji Xun pondered for a moment and immediately figured it out: "Hey, interesting. Is it because of the fog in the underworld that consciousness can be preserved for a long time?"

Just coming in gave him a major cognitive refresh.

He was very curious about what kind of powerful person could refine such a relic that seemed to "compress the world".

Before he could think about it, a faint wind that made Ji Xun's soul tremble blew over. At the same time, his back felt a chill, and a ferocious wolf-headed monster pounced out from the mist.

Ji Xun glared at it, and his divine power was instantly unleashed, and the "wolf-headed monster" instantly collapsed.

That's the risk Rainey is talking about.

That's not a monster, but a fragment of consciousness.

There is a classic proverb circulating in this world: if a person's soul is separated from his body, he will become a strange monster.

[Gray Mist Relic] There are a large number of such conscious monsters in this relic.

They will instinctively pounce on any strange soul that enters their territory.

Although they were very powerful when they were alive, their consciousness had been mostly lost after countless years.

Just like the wolf-headed monster just now, it posed no threat to Ji Xun who was now in his prime.

Destroyed, but not dead.

It was magical that when Ji Xun was in the wind when the monster was disintegrating, he felt like he was watching a fragmented movie and "saw" countless scenes.

That was a puppeteer's memory before his death.

It's called "Danny", a genius from the Drama God clan, who loves to study living monster puppets and living organ transplants, and eventually became distorted and crazy.
All Ji Xun saw were fragments, but after looking at more fragments, he pieced together a roughly complete story.

Those consciousnesses also contained a great deal of Danny's knowledge from his lifetime.

As long as you look carefully, you can see it.

This is inheritance.

Even though Reni had told him about the situation in advance, Ji Xun couldn't help but marvel at it.

Those ancient nobles really have endless heritage.

Ji Xun didn't look at the fragments much.

Firstly, he had little interest in puppetry, and secondly, time was of a premium here.

Every time you stay in this mysterious space, your soul will be worn away. The longer you stay, the more dangerous it will be, and you may end up staying here forever.

This is a warning passed down from generation to generation in the Drama God family.

Ji Xun had Reni's reminder, and in a flash of thought, a pocket watch appeared in his hand.

As the thought came to his mind, the second hand on the pocket watch began to move rapidly.

But in reality, this was the number Ji Xun was counting silently in his mind to measure time.

Being multi-tasking is the basic ability of a puppeteer.

Only by knowing how long you have been here can you better assess the risks.

Rennie said that the ancestral precepts of the Drama God clan dictated that it would be safe to stay here for at least another hour.

But the prerequisite is that your counting must be accurate enough.

You must also be able to correctly identify directions.

Ji Xun looked at the time on his pocket watch and, without hesitation, strode into the fog.

No one knows how many monsters like the previous ones there are in this space.

But one thing is clear: they have their own territory.

After encountering one, a large area nearby will be safe.

Ji Xun walked along the way and encountered several monsters along the way, but he easily dealt with them all.

According to Rainey, this world is a bit like a sphere, and the deeper you go, the stronger the monsters become.

He was just on the periphery.

Because that was enough for him.

There is a large amount of puppet knowledge in the fragments of consciousness of those monsters.

Ji Xun was somewhat interested, but the knowledge was too fragmentary and he didn't waste time collecting it.

But continue to go deeper.

Reni recounted in detail his experiences of coming here countless times, and Ji Xun quickly determined his location.

Then follow the information and you will have a smooth journey.

Ji Xun's soul is much stronger than Reni's.

After dispersing several aggressive monsters, the distance had exceeded the maximum distance that Rainey had come in to explore.

Originally, Ji Xun hadn't planned to explore this world of relics in one go.

I thought I would do it a few more times later, get familiar with it, and then gradually go deeper.

However, the magical thing was that after walking for a while, he was surprised to find that the fog in front of him had dissipated, and he had walked into a city shrouded in fog without knowing when!
"The Black Rose Tavern?"

Ji Xun looked at the sign in front of him and the orange gas street lamps that looked like ghost lights, and immediately realized that he seemed to have come to some tricky monster territory.

Do not!
The pub was bustling with people and there were a bunch of strange drinkers.
Ji Xun thought that this might be a monster's lair.

However, when he saw this tavern that appeared out of nowhere, he not only did not feel any fear, but his eyes were filled with strong interest.

"Tsk tsk. Interesting."

Ji Xun glanced at his pocket watch and muttered to himself.

After a split second of decision, he tapped the ground with his cane and walked without hesitation into the door of the tavern that looked like something out of a fairy tale.

(End of this chapter)