Fortunately, shortly after leaving the darkroom, Muchuan's limbs barely regained consciousness. Although he was still unable to walk normally, with Mingzhu's help, he was at least able to move, which could relieve a lot of pressure on Mingzhu.
"Brother Mu, what happened just now?"
Mingzhu asked curiously: "I heard you guys fighting, but suddenly there was no sound."
"Did someone poison me?"
At this time, the two of them had left the darkroom and arrived at a relatively safe location.
During the break, Muchuan also told Mingzhu what had just happened.
After Mingzhu heard about the curse, she covered her mouth in surprise.
Upon seeing this, Muchuan guessed that Mingzhu might have some knowledge about the Yin Curse, so he waited for her subsequent explanation.
Mingzhu said in surprise: "I didn't expect it to be true!"
"Brother Mu, we didn't actually build that darkroom. I heard from my mother that this darkroom was discovered when the foundation was being dug when the palace was being built."
"Originally Grandpa planned to destroy this darkroom, but just after digging a brick, all the construction team died inexplicably."
"In desperation, the darkroom stayed and gradually became an extremely secretive place in the palace."
"But there have always been rumors about this darkroom, saying that it was left over from the Demon Kingdom back then, and that it is filled with the innocent souls of Demon Kingdom people."
Muchuan was also extremely surprised when he heard this.
No wonder the wax figures in this darkroom are so realistic that even in later generations, they are worthy of entering a wax museum.
Muchuan asked doubtfully: "Sister Mingzhu, why didn't you say anything about this when we entered the darkroom before?"
Muchuan was helpless. If Mingzhu had mentioned this matter earlier, Muchuan would not have hit people with a jar.
Now it's better, it feels like the whole person is paralyzed.
It has been half a day since he left the darkroom, but Muchuan still has not returned to normal, half of his body is numb.
Mingzhu said aggrievedly: "I heard this all when I was a child. After so many years, I have long forgotten it. I just remembered it."
Seeing this, Muchuan stopped blaming him and understood that it was not Mingzhu's fault.
All in all, Muchuan's soul is so powerful that under the influence of this curse, he has become like a useless person, let alone the cold-faced swordsman and the others, who are probably still lying on the ground now.
This is a good thing for Muchuan, at least he doesn't have to worry about being pursued by these people.
After taking a short rest, Muchuan decided to leave the old city when he saw that his physical condition seemed unable to recover.
Anyway, now that he has obtained the map, Muchuan plans to head to the Holy Mountain as soon as possible to avoid any changes later.
"Brother Mu, can you physically walk?"
Mingzhu expressed concern.
Muchuan smiled bitterly and nodded.
I can walk, but it feels a little uncomfortable.
If there is a percentage for controlling the body, normally it is 100%, then Muchuan is now at 20%.
In this case, there is basically no big problem with walking and some basic operations, but forget about difficult movements, especially fighting.
I don't know when this situation will improve.
But Muchuan didn't think it was a big deal. He didn't come here to fight anyway. As long as he could go to the holy mountain to collect medicine, the rest didn't matter.
Obviously the number of people has become smaller, how can they be stronger than before?
But in fact, Muchuan was not joking.
The team's unity is much more effective than pure quantity.