Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!-Chapter 1002 - 522: Netherworld Underground, Hundred Ghosts Night Banquet! (Part 2)

Immediately, a brightness appeared before the two.

A brightness in the physical sense.

In the warm water, a warm glow emerged.

It was a dusky yellow, like the afterglow of a sunset bathing in the water.

"I want to be a Great Hero!"

Murong suddenly shouted in the water, and gulped much of it in.

Duan Yun was trying to ascertain if it was an illusion.

For now, it didn't seem to be.

Murong surfaced, gasping for air, and said, "What that dead rat wrote was true."

"We've found the right place."

Duan Yun and Murong had no idea where the light was emanating from.

Because they couldn't find the source, or perhaps, the water itself was the source.

Swimming in this dusky stream, Duan Yun felt an illusion of seeing the Grandmaster.

Because this flowing water easily reminded him of the passage of time.

People often use flowing water to describe time, meaning it never returns.

And at this moment, the dusky water seemed to embody this metaphor.

Duan Yun and Murong were immersed in this water, both feeling nostalgic.

Duan Yun thought about the various experiences of his past life, the hard work in middle school, indulgence in college, the toil of working life, and the girls he liked whose faces he could barely remember.

While Murong was more direct, shedding tears in the water.

The water was dusky yellow, while his tears were crystal clear, making them very visible in the water, one after another.

At this moment, Murong even wanted to sing.

To sing the song Duan Yun sang last night when he ate the snake.

West Lake water, my tears...

Because he remembered his deep, unforgettable tragic love affairs, although later they seemed shameful and ridiculous due to their cursed nature, at that time, he had sincerely given his heart.

But in the end, they were only his sisters, some even destined to become his sisters-in-law.

Everything truly was irreversible!

"Ah!"

Murong was almost about to cry aloud.

With a slap, Duan Yun retorted, "Stay sober."

Though the water could evoke nostalgia, he had done so too; but not as passionately as Murong did, who was truly ill.

After being slapped, Murong quickly regained some clarity, then continued swimming, even swimming upside down.

Because he had heard a saying that if a person swims upside down, tears won't fall.

He's still immersed in this nostalgic sadness.

One might say, since ancient times, deep feelings leave only regret; who asked Young Hero Murong to be so sentimental?

While Murong was immersed in his nostalgia and artistic behavior, Duan Yun had already noticed that the surroundings changed again.

Previously, the dusky water flowed calmly, the riverbed composed of accumulated stones and mud, unremarkable.

But at this time, the stones reduced while the mud turned dark red.

After swimming some more, even Murong, who constantly reminisced about his youth, noticed the difference.

Some aquatic plants sprouted from the muddy riverbed.

There's nothing strange about aquatic plants growing in water, but these plants were very thin and long.

Finally, Murong couldn't help but say, "Why do these plants look like hair?"

Duan Yun pointed to a nearby spot.

There, something as black as a snake appeared indistinctly amidst the red mud.

Both emerged above water, Duan Yun asked, "What do you think that looked like?"

Murong replied skeptically, "A big snake? Is there a snake in the mud?"

"Think further, you said the plants looked like hair, the red mud like flesh, and that thing?"

Murong suddenly realized and said, "Veins? Blood vessels?"

By now, the water had become much more turbulent, and the two just let it carry them downstream.

"What does this water resemble?" Murong frowned.

Suddenly, he thought of a possibility and said, "Doesn't this yellow water resemble pus?"

Upon saying this, goosebumps rose all over him; he lost any sense of nostalgia for youth, only felt disgusted.

Duan Yun felt disgusted too.

Murong's notion was absurd, yet it seemed plausible.

Pus and blood, pus and blood are inseparable.

If the riverbed is flesh, veins buried in the flesh, then this dusky water certainly resembles pus.

Just much thinner than ordinary pus and blood.

If it truly was pus, the rising temperature of the river water made sense.

If this were true, wouldn't they be inside a colossal creature's body?

If these things are pus, then this giant creature must have some significant physical ailment.

At this moment, neither Duan Yun nor the Murong brothers were willing to dive into the water.

They treaded on the waves, only diving underwater when the river passage above was too narrow.

In truth, the murky river water was quite beautiful, as beautiful as the sunset, as beautiful as time slipping away. But ever since the Murong brothers made those comments, it seemed disgusting.

"Alas!"

The Murong brothers suddenly let out an exclamation and fell right into the water.

Duan Yun quickly dove down to check the situation.

He saw that the Murong brothers' right foot was entangled by those thin "water plants."

However, their reaction was extremely swift, the Blood Shadow Mad Blade was out in an instant, slicing the "water plants" away.

But the next moment, he started spinning wildly underwater.

With a splash, the Murong brothers broke through the water's surface, their nostrils flaring wide open, looking just like Erkang.

Holding a handful of "water plants," they complained, "Damn it! They're crawling up my nose."

"These things can't be alive, right?"

The Murong brothers smashed them aside with disgust.

Ahead of them, the entire river channel was once again shrouded in a cave.

The two had no choice but to dive underwater.

Ahead, those "water plants" grew wantonly, nearly covering the entire river channel.

The Murong brothers' hair stood on end.

If these things were to crawl up his nose, wouldn't he be filled to the point of overflowing?

So he swung his blade, attempting to execute a "Draw Blade, Sever Water" move, using majestic Sword Qi to cut through a path!

Duan Yun waved his hand and said, "Stay close to me."

Right after he spoke, his whole body unleashed the Breaking Body Sword Energy.

The water was stirred, forming a vortex.

The Murong brothers followed closely behind Duan Yun, only to see him transforming into a blade storm.

Where the storm passed, those "water plants" were shredded to pieces.

Not only were they shredded to pieces, but the swirling force also formed a hollow space, allowing the two to pass through.

Mowing down plants, this Young Hero is a professional.

Duan Yun mowed down the plants fiercely, preventing the dense water plants from penetrating.

Yet looking at them, the two still felt both disgust and horror.

Ahead, the water plants gradually thinned out, and the river began to widen. The two finally had a chance to resurface.

"How long have we been swimming?" The Murong brothers wiped the water from their faces and asked, puzzled.

Duan Yun shook his head.

In such an environment, it's easy for people to lose their sense of time and space.

This river kept extending, kept turning yellow, as if it had no end.

"There's something up there," the Murong brothers spoke.

Duan Yun followed their gaze and saw that at some point, there were many "people" on the riverbank.

These "people" should be stone statues, sitting there as if dining on something.

With a couple of splashes, the two emerged and reached the riverbank.

The riverbank was still that kind of red soil, and the stone statues were intricately carved.

Yet these statues were strange, one looked human, another like a ghost, then human, then ghost-like again...

The ghostly forms had whiskers flowing like they had been possessed by catfish spirits.

Under the reflection of the murky river water, they appeared very terrifying.

At this time, Duan Yun and his companion confirmed that these figures were indeed eating something.

In front of them was a stone table, and on the table were plates, which held black spheres.

These black spheres had a fleshy appearance, their nature unclear.

The Murong brothers said, "You notice that the ghost's plate doesn't have a black sphere. Could it mean that those who ate this black sphere turned into ghosts?"

Duan Yun observed this and realized there might be some truth to it.

In ancient tombs, whether in murals or sculptures, many narrate the life of the tomb owner.

And these statues seemed to be telling the story of people turning into ghosts after consuming this sinister item.

"What the hell is this thing? And why does it have a few hairs?" Duan Yun asked, looking at one of the black spheres.

The Murong brothers took in the whole scene and said, "Have you ever heard of a kind of mole?"

Duan Yun asked in surprise, "A pile? Like a hemorrhoid?"

The Murong brothers shook their heads. "No, it's the kind associated with the Stone God Mole."

Duan Yun had goosebumps, with a face full of confusion and disgust, asked, "What kind of mole can be this big?"

This black sphere was at least the size of an egg. If it were a flesh mole, that would be bizarre, wouldn't it?

Besides, who would eat a mole?

The Murong brothers replied, "The Stone God Mole."