The Lord of Void and Real

Chapter 58: Chapter 57: Tooth Mark

Shen Luo looked at the sunken area on the stone box, moved slightly in his heart, and extended a finger. He tentatively reached into the white light range, sensing a set of cold breath wrapping around his finger, as if probing into river water, and felt no discomfort at all.

Then, he extended his finger a little further down, bringing it closer to the stone box, and the cold sensation became clearer, seeming to emanate from the stone box.

A feeling of dread filled Shen Luo’s heart at the chilly atmosphere, and he hesitated.

However, it seemed like the energy from the Yuan Stone was about to be exhausted, and the white light it emitted began to shrink, gradually dimming.

Shen Luo gritted his teeth and, just before the light disappeared, jabbed his finger down forcefully, directly touching the center of the “depression”.

The white light that was originally receding seemed to freeze at his touch, becoming motionless.

At this moment, it was as if Shen Luo himself had turned to stone, even his breathing and heartbeat suddenly stopped.

Amid the sound of the pouring rain, a faint, sharp noise, like a gear snapping back into place, reached his ears.

The lid of the box under Shen Luo’s finger suddenly flipped up with a slight friction sound, and slid forward.

“Yes!”

Overjoyed, Shen Luo quickly looked inside the box.

Sudden change!

Inside the stone box, a stream of black smoke suddenly ejected and rushed towards Shen Luo.

Shen Luo was shocked, and with a brutal shove against the short table in front of him, his body fell backward, hitting the cabin’s dark canopy.

The black smoke didn’t hit Shen Luo, but it didn’t dissipate either. Instead, it became denser, and a specter ghost face the size of a car wheel appeared from it, reaching from the top of the dark canopy to the cabin bottom.

The ghost face was dark green, with disheveled hair on the top, eyes as big as copper bells twinkling with gloomy cold light, and a mouth full of jagged tusks, looking ready to pounce and bite.

Shen Luo had no time to figure out what was happening, he could only force himself to remain calm. With a quick sway of his body, he grabbed the Small Thunder Talisman and the Yuan Stone on the short table with both of his hands.

“Hee hee….”

The specter ghost’s uproarious laughter seemed to have been provoked by Shen Luo’s movement, and charged towards him.

The cabin was cramped, and there was nowhere for Shen Luo to dodge. He could only hold the Yuan Stone in one hand, urge the Yang Gang Qi within his body to pour into it, and slap it onto the Small Thunder Talisman in his other hand.

The ghost face, however, flickered and forced itself in front of him in a flash, disgorging a stream of black and green breath from its bloody mouth.

Shen Luo could only feel a pungent, rank smell rushing at his face, and his head felt like it had been hit by a cudgel. He saw shadows everywhere, his body softened, and he collapsed to one side.

“Hee-hee-hee…” The ghost’s creepy laughter echoed in the small cabin.

Shen Luo’s vision became increasingly blurred, and all he could faintly see was the specter of the ghost’s face slowly shrinking, eventually turning into a fist-sized white bone skull.

The white bone skull was extremely luminous, its surface even glowing slightly. It directly pounced on its shoulder and bit down.

“Ugh…”

Shen Luo groaned in pain, and his body stiffened abruptly. He only felt a strong cold stream spreading from the bitten area, and in an instant, it flowed into every corner of his body.

A layer of fine, white frost, blossoming with frost flowers, spread rapidly from his shoulder, covering his entire body in just a few moments.

Shen Luo blacked out instantly and passed out completely.

However, what was strange was that the white frost only froze Shen Luo’s body, despite the intense cold, it didn’t affect anything around it at all, not even the cabin floor underneath him showed any difference.

Who knows how long had passed, the sky had already cleared, and the shadows of the day were slanting to the west.

A ray of sunlight shone in from outside the boat along the inner canopy, casting on Shen Luo’s face. The frost on his body, had unknowingly melted.

At this moment, Shen Luo’s eyelashes twitched slightly, and he slowly lifted his eyelids.

The intense light stung, making him involuntarily squint his eyes. After a while, he shielded his eyes with one hand, and propped up his body with the other, slowly sitting up.

Shen Luo only felt that his body was weak and his clothes were sticking to his body, it didn’t feel like the river water hadn’t dried, but rather like he had just sweated profusely.

“Cough…”

Shen Luo coughed dryly, feeling like his throat was on fire, and as if he were surrounded by a sweltering heat. He couldn’t help but rip open the front of his shirt, hoping to dissipate some of the heat.

He licked his dry lips and turned to look beside him, only to find the clay pot storing the boat’s water had been knocked over and the water had drained out.

Shen Luo’s throat moved slightly and he crawled towards the back of the boat, his head still feeling extraordinarily heavy. After crawling with great difficulty to hang his body out of the boat, he was startled by his own reflection in the water.

At this moment, his hair was disheveled, his face was flushed, veins were popping from his forehead, and he looked somewhat sinister.

Shen Luo couldn’t help but recoil, then he extended his flushed hands into the Luan Shui River, scooped a handful of water, and splashed it onto his face.

With both his hands and face touched by the cold river water, Shen Luo immediately felt refreshed, and his heavy-headedness also cleared up a bit.

He slipped his body forward, grabbed the side of the boat with both hands, and plunged his whole head into the river. He didn’t care whether it was clean or not, and took several big gulps of river water. Only then did the burning sensation in his throat ease, and the heat on his body subsided a little.

Shen Luo took a deep breath and felt that the clothes sticking to his body were uncomfortable. With a flip, he plunged his whole body into the river, immersing his entire body in the water.

As the cold river water continuously washed over his body, Shen Luo finally felt that the heat wasn’t as unbearable, but there was a prickling pain in the meridians all over his body.

The pain wasn’t continuous, it came as intermittent pricks, like being jabbed by a sharp needle. The location of the pain was different each time, but the pain wasn’t strong, and Shen Luo felt that he could bear it.

Only at this point did the sense of heaviness in his head start to recede, and he suddenly thought of the ghost face he saw when he opened the stone box, sending a shiver down his spine.

Shen Luo quickly ripped off his right half of the shirt and saw a dark red tooth mark on his right shoulder!