"Xiaoguai, is the Netherworld really hell?"
"Yes," Wen Xiao’ai nodded.
"What’s it like inside?"
"The Netherworld, well, it’s pitch-dark, a place where big demons and small demons live. You cross the Naihe Bridge over the Oblivion River, pass through the Flaming Paths, and then you enter the Netherworld."
"There’s also a market in the Netherworld, but they sell things for the dead, like the eighteen levels of hell, Samsara Path, Three-Life Stone; they’ve got it all. However, the place is filled with a dense aura of death, which ordinary humans can’t enter."
"Despite the deathly chill, I actually find it more interesting than the Demon Realm. Plus, there’s a very beautiful sea of red flowers that I really like," Wen Xiao’ai said with a smile.
After hearing this, Jun Moyan fell silent. The place he dreamt of was actually hell...
"What’s wrong? Why ask about this?" Wen Xiao’ai saw that Jun Moyan didn’t react and casually asked.
"Xiaoguai, I’ve dreamt about the Netherworld before, the same dream three times. It can’t be a coincidence, it must be related to the tattoo that appeared on me. Moreover, on that Naihe Bridge, I saw this thing on me, it had a head and body, it was alive," Jun Moyan said solemnly, his expression complex.
Wen Xiao’ai paused from disassembling her toy, looked at Jun Moyan, and asked uncertainly:
"You saw this thing in the Netherworld?"
Wen Xiao’ai threw the toy onto the bed impatiently, grabbed a baby bottle that was nearby, took a couple of sips, then sat up straight in Jun Moyan’s arms and began to unbutton his shirt.
The tattoo appeared in front of her eyes, and Wen Xiao’ai looked at it carefully with furrowed brows, unable to remember such a thing existing in this world.
Wen Xiao’ai reached out her finger and touched the tattoo that was growing on his skin.
"I’m not too clear on this. The Netherworld is full of terrifying ghosts, and the aura of death is heavy. It’s a very dangerous place. My family forbids me from going there, and I’ve only sneaked in twice, but when I went there, I didn’t see the thing you’re talking about."
"My family considers the Demon Realm and the Netherworld too perilous, forbidding me to interact with them, and they won’t even talk to me about these two realms. In short, they want me to stay away, so my knowledge about these two realms is limited. I really don’t know about this thing."
"However, just because this thing appeared in the Netherworld doesn’t mean it belongs to the Netherworld. Aside from your human race, other beings from the four realms—demons, spirits, gods, celestials—can all come and go as they please."
"So I still think this is the work of the Demon Realm."
Without waiting for Jun Moyan to speak, Wen Xiao’ai clenched her small hand into a fist, extending her index and middle fingers together, and suddenly, a purple light appeared at her fingertips.
She touched the center of Jun Moyan’s chest with both fingers, then closed her eyes, concentrating the power in her fingers, moving downwards until reaching his navel.
Jun Moyan felt something travel through his body, an extraordinary sensation.
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"I just probed your meridians and your bones, your Spiritual Sea; you are indeed just a human being."
Wen Xiao’ai remembered the energy within him and suddenly became unsure again.
She wanted to ask him if he was unaware of the energy within him but decided to keep it to herself at the moment.
Better to wait until her inner core was repaired before telling him. Otherwise, what if he learns that she had been using his energy all this time, taking it without asking? What if he gets angry?
Hmm, she’ll talk about it later—