Chapter 939: Chapter 109: Catch This Spark of Fire (Extended Chapter)
She nervously glanced at the Black Shadow sitting on the Throne, the Blood Eyes of the “Netherworld King” seemingly able to pierce through one’s heart. Even though she knew she hadn’t lied, she still felt a bit nervous and couldn’t help but cast an inquiring look at Gu Shen.
Do I need to say more?
Gu Shen understood Mu Wanqiu’s inquiry and shook his head.
A faint, ethereal laughter seemed to echo from the dome.
The face of the Netherworld King, shrouded in mist, slowly nodded, easing Mu Wanqiu’s Soul.
She returned to reality.
The long blade fell, vibrating continuously until returning to stillness.
Back in reality, Mu Wanqiu panted heavily.
She leaned on her knees, standing upright.
Countless Blood Eyes slowly moved away from her body…
With lingering fear, Mu Wanqiu reached out and gripped the long blade again, but even so, her sense of security did not increase one bit.
Her own body, during the recent nightmare, had unknowingly become so weak that when she returned to reality, she barely had the strength to hold the hilt…
She propped herself up with the sword and managed to stand up.
A gentle voice sounded nearby.
At this moment, Gu Shen’s condition seemed better than Mu Wanqiu’s…
The nightmare had caused him negligible harm.
“I’m fine… Just a slight mental setback, I’ll recover soon.”
Mu Wanqiu leaned against a stone wall, her voice slightly hoarse.
After experiencing the recent nightmare, she no longer dared to lightly unsheathe her blade, nor to slash at these resentful “Holy Judges.”
The shattered bones she had slashed bounced around in the darkness.
They had long since died.
They had long ceased to die.
Due to the “Netherworld King’s” curse, even if they were cut into thousands of pieces, they could still be reassembled.
Mu Wanqiu suddenly felt something and raised her head to look at the “Judge” who had been guarding her during her Dream. The towering, snow-white ghostly figure nodded at her master.
It raised a wisp of Gu Shen’s “Chi Huo” like holding a lamp.
Mu Wanqiu’s expression was complex.
It was this small flame.
That protected her Soul.
Her voice was hoarse, “Brother Gu… Thank you.”
She clicked her tongue; the address had changed from calling him by name to Brother Gu.
Gu Shen chuckled and shook his head, “No need to thank me, it’s what I owe you.”
If it hadn’t been for Mu Wanqiu who accidentally opened the Gate to the Nether River when being chased by Meng Xiao, he wouldn’t be standing here today.
Mu Wanqiu nodded, not saying much more.
Regarding this matter… it seemed like Mu Wanqiu just lightly said a thank you, and Gu Shen casually replied with no need, and that was it.
But that wasn’t the case.
Mu Wanqiu was never someone who was reserved or indirect; she acted decisively and was very principled.
If she owed a debt, she repaid it.
If she had grievances, she avenged them.
To her, saving Gu Shen’s life earlier was just following her heart.
She hadn’t expected Gu Shen to repay her.
But now that Gu Shen had saved her, it was a favor. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel•fire.net
Gu Shen might not care, but she couldn’t ignore it.
“You mentioned earlier… that I am the Netherworld King’s Apostle…”
After taking a moment to recover, Mu Wanqiu suddenly remembered something important.
She fixed her eyes on Gu Shen’s, wanting to press him for his true identity.
But before she could finish, she was interrupted.
“Don’t forget, I entered your Spirit Sea.”
Gu Shen said calmly, “I naturally saw your unspeakable ‘secret nightmare’… I must clarify, I don’t have a habit of peeking into Dreams. In that situation, I had no other choice to save you.”
“When you stepped into the Duolu River, you were entangled in the Dream of the Nether River. In that Dream, the Judge carried a great banner to escort you across, seeking to meet the Netherworld King at the end of the other shore.”
Gu Shen described the content of that Dream.
He lightly asked, “If you’re not the Netherworld King’s Apostle, who is?”