A bizarre resurgence begins with a pact made by a weasel.

Xie Qing was swept up in the black wind and flew into the sky.

He felt light as a feather, as if he had entered the eye of a tornado and was suspended in the center of the airflow. He looked around, but it was pitch black and he couldn't see Xiong Guang anywhere.

"Kid, which direction is the Spirit Realm?"

suddenly,

Xiong Guang's voice came on the wind.

Xie Qing turned his gaze forward, and the black air currents suddenly became transparent, gradually revealing the scene on the ground.

"To the left."

The direction of the airflow immediately began to shift.

About an incense stick's time later, Xiong Guang's voice came again, urgent:

"arrive."

The black wind suddenly sank down, carrying Xie Qing straight into the bottom of the pit.

His body sank, and his feet landed firmly on the ground.

Xiong Guang glanced at the murals in the passageway, then hurried deeper into the corridor. Xie Qing followed leisurely behind. Soon after, they heard an angry roar coming from ahead:

"Empty, all empty!!"

"This is the spirit realm you reported? There's nothing inside."

"Didn't the adults notice anything unusual?"

"What nonsense about something being different!!"

Xiong Guang glared at Xie Qing:

"What I want is the Holy Grail!!"

But there's no Holy Grail in this spiritual realm, not even a trace of spiritual energy. This can only mean that this spiritual realm has already been explored by outsiders.

A hint of regret flashed through Xie Qing's mind.

He glanced at the broken mural on the ground and calmly said:

"There was originally a mural engraved in this stone chamber, but I found it rather eerie, so I subconsciously smashed it. Perhaps there is some secret hidden inside. You might as well take a look."

Xiong Guang stared coldly at Xie Qing, and after a long while, he sneered, "You'd better be telling the truth."

He tore off the robe from his back, rolled it up on the ground, and all the fragments of the mural were wrapped inside. Xiong Guang chanted incantations, and the robe transformed into a sphere that spun continuously in mid-air, emitting soft clattering sounds.

After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea,

"Freeze!!"

With a flick of his finger, Xiong Guang brought the cassock to a stop.

The magnificent robe slowly opened, revealing the complete mural pieced together inside.

Xie Qing took a deep breath.

The mural was exactly the same as the one he had seen the first time, except that it had many cracks. Although Xiong Guang's magic could piece it back together, it could not erase the existing damage.

"Sir, have you noticed anything unusual?"

"No, it's just an ordinary spirit statue of the Tobi clan."

Xiong Guang frowned as he carefully examined the mural.

The murals lack any spiritual charm.

but,

The word "spirit" engraved on it was something he had never seen before.

The Freemasons excavated nearly a thousand spirit realms, not only collecting all the Holy Grails within them but also recording information about all the spirits enshrined there. Most of these spirits overlapped, and after integration, approximately three hundred remained.

But this one is definitely not included.

This means that this is a completely new discovery of a spirit.

"We can exchange this mural for quite a few good things by handing it over to the [Awareness Department]."

"While it can't compare to a brand new Holy Grail, this result isn't bad either."

He can't hear me.

Xie Qing shuddered.

It's better to ask me than him.

Fight, slaughter, offer your cries and blood, and I will grant you unparalleled strength and wisdom.

The eerie whispers still echoed in my ear.

follow closely,

An antique stone cup slowly rises from the stone platform.

The cup has a very simple design and an extremely rough surface, as if it were carved with a knife and axe. There are also dark brown spots on the rim and inside the cup, which look like dried bloodstains.

The sounds around me became clearer.

Xie Qing stared blankly at Xiong Guang and said:

"Sir, are you sure there's nothing wrong?"

"no."

Xiong Guang said irritably.

Seeing Xie Qing's still gloomy face, he finally believed that the other party genuinely felt something was wrong with this spiritual realm. For the sake of the treasure he had obtained, Xiong Guang, unusually patient, explained:

"This mural depicts the spirit of Doubu. The style is a bit strange, but there is no trace of spiritual energy left on it."

Xie Qing finally gave up.

"This black bear demon is nothing special."

He looked away, trying to resist the temptation in his ear, and asked:

"What is a Doubu?"

"We categorize spirits based on the offerings and rituals performed by ape-men. Spirits that enjoy fighting and strife, and whose rituals revolve around competition, are classified into the Fighting category, which is also the affiliation of the vast majority of spirits today."

Xie Qing wanted to ask more questions, but Xiong Guang became impatient.

"Kid, this mural is mine."

"I see that you have an innocent background, and the affairs of the church are certainly none of your business. Rest for a few days before you go to fight for the Holy Grail."

In the meantime, he'll try to squeeze some good stuff out of the other two families.

Having said that, Xiong Guang transformed into a gust of black wind and departed.

Xie Qing immediately shouted towards the sky:

"Sir, do you recognize the mountain lord?"

The black wind paused for a moment, and the next second, Xiong Guang's figure reappeared in front of Xie Qing.

"Do you recognize the adult?"

He placed his hands on Xie Qing's body, his eyes wide and round.

"This black bear spirit is most likely the blind bear who invited the mountain lord to the banquet."

Xie Qing felt relieved, knowing that he had made the right bet.

"I once met Lord Mountain, and he seemed to like me quite a bit."

Xiong Guang asked with some suspicion:

"How come I've never heard the adults mention this?"

If that's the case, the master should have given me some instructions when he sent me to Donghai County.

Seeing this, Xie Qing picked up a pebble from the ground and tossed it gently.

Swish! !

The pebble transformed into a white streak, piercing through the rock wall and penetrating more than an inch into its interior.

"This, this, this is Lord Du's throwing technique!!"

The black bear spirit was dumbfounded.

Despite the two being inseparable, with the Mountain Lord even appearing more assertive, only those truly familiar with them understand that Lord Du is the one in control in this relationship.

Because she is a Herald, while the Mountain Lord is merely one of the gods under her command.

Knowing Lord Du is far more important than knowing the Mountain Lord.

The black bear spirit quickly hugged Xie Qing and said eagerly, "Little brother, why didn't you say so earlier? With this relationship, I, the old bear, would have..." He hesitated for a long time, still reluctant to part with the mural.

"So her surname is also Du."

Xie Qing lowered her eyes, feeling even more confident about her actions this time.

He looked at the black bear spirit and said:

"grown ups····"

"Oh, don't call me 'sir,' just call me 'brother.'"

Xie Qing readily accepted good advice.

"Brother, I would like to see Lord Du again. Please pass on a message to her for me."

The black bear breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as it's not a treasure you want to get back, it's fine.

He patted his chest heavily a few times, assuring everyone, "Leave it to me, brother. What do you want to write?"

"Help."

"What?"

Xie Qing stared into the black bear spirit's eyes and said, word by word:

"Please, Lord Du, save my life."

The black bear spirit was stunned: "Brother, if you have any difficulties, I can try to help you solve them. Although the Hong family's matter is somewhat difficult, it is not something that cannot be discussed."

Xie Qing shook his head:

"Brother, you can't do this."

"Only Lord Du can do that."

The stone cup started moving.

It slowly drifted towards Xie Qing.

Accept it.

Worship me as your ancestors did.

The whispers in my ear grew more frequent.

He seemed to hear the roar of a churning sea of ​​blood, along with countless wails and howls.

"You can't hear His voice."

"You can't see His figure either."

"He is right here!"

The passageway was a sea of ​​blood.

Xie Qing had nowhere to retreat.