"Withered Bone Mandala?" Xuanyuan Yu was quite shocked, "What do you want with that thing?"
Ling Luo narrowed her beautiful eyes and asked, "Looking at your expression, do you know?"
Xuanyuan Yu's face darkened slightly and he said: "The Bone Mandala is born in places where there is a lot of killing and corpses are everywhere, especially on the battlefield where the two armies are fighting."
"Battlefield?" Ling Luo thought for a moment and asked, "Is there a withered bone mandala in Liucheng at the border of Xijiu Kingdom and Dongchen Kingdom?"
Xuanyuan Yu muttered: "How many people were killed or injured in the battle between the two of you?"
"I heard from grandpa that it's no less than 150,000."
"According to records in ancient books, only one bone mandala can be born from every 100,000 corpses. There is a certain possibility in Liucheng."
Listening to Xuanyuan Yu's analysis, Ling Luo saw hope and immediately said: "Then you can accompany me to Liucheng tomorrow, okay?"
"Okay." Xuanyuan Yu agreed without hesitation, "But Luo'er, you have to tell me what the use of the withered bone mandala is. I once heard the old man say that it seems to be an unlucky thing.
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"Cure the disease." Ling Luo's lips curled up slightly and explained, "Seize Yang Shou from Pluto and give it to the emperor to cure the disease."
A trace of interest flashed across Xuanyuan Yu's face, and he stared at Ling Luo with an extremely focused gaze, saying: "You dare to snatch something from Pluto, a stingy person like him?"
"Stingy?" Ling Luo glanced sideways at Xuanyuan Yu and said, "Isn't he the Lord of the Underworld? He is in charge of hundreds of millions of ghosts. How could he notice such a tiny bit of Yangshou?"
Xuanyuan Yu stretched out a finger, shook it, and said in denial: "I heard the old man mentioned that Pluto is a very stingy person, and he has to pay for every penny he spends."
Ling Luo tilted his head slightly and said in surprise: "Has your father even met Hades?"
Xuanyuan Yu shrugged and said, "Who knows, maybe the old man is bragging himself."
The two made an appointment to go to Liucheng together on the second day. That night, when Ling Luo went to bed, he had the same dream again.
In the dream, there was a pair of eyes that stared at her constantly.
The surroundings were pitch black, except for the pair of ice-blue eyes, which seemed warm but were extremely cold.
Ling Luo felt like she was trapped in a nightmare. She couldn't see her fingers in the dark space, only her eyes.
She wanted to scream, but she couldn't make a sound; she wanted to struggle, but she couldn't move.
In this way, she spent an unbearable night under extreme fear and agony.
When I woke up early the next morning, my underwear and sheets were soaked with cold sweat.
Exhausted, Ling Luo sat by the bed, her face extremely pale.
Who is it?
Who is watching her secretly?
"Yu!"
"Yu!"
Wearing pajamas and with a fearful face, she opened the door and shouted his name everywhere.
She was so scared, so scared.
At this time, the only thing she thought about was Xuanyuan Yu and no one else.
Ling Luo was like crazy, with disheveled hair and sweat on her face. She ran directly to the east wing and opened the door of Xuanyuan Yu's bedroom.
The sky is hazy and the morning light is faint.
The first ray of sunlight has not yet penetrated the clouds.
Her face was wet, clearly from sweat and tears, and she stood in front of his door, looking at him helplessly.
When Xuanyuan Yu heard the noise and sat up from the bed, he saw this scene.