Chapter 400 The Murderous Intent in the Suite.
At this moment, Xuan Mo and the others all fell silent.
Seeing this, Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing immediately sensed something was wrong...
Then, under the gaze of Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing, Xuan Mo recounted everything about Mu Lin's severed arm, his capture, his transformation into an evil soul master by the blood pool, and his eventual self-destruction...
"Damn evil soul masters!" After hearing this, Dai Mubai became furious, a fierce aura sweeping across the entire scene.
Everyone among the Shrek Eight Monsters was very familiar with Mu Lin, and their relationship was naturally excellent! When they heard that he had been treated like this by evil soul masters, Dai Mubai was enraged, and Zhu Zhuqing's eyes reddened, her face filled with murderous intent!
"Is there a solution now?"
Xuan Mo nodded slightly, then shook his head, leaving Dai Mubai completely confused. So, they pressed on, "Old Mo, what do you mean by nodding and shaking your head like that?"
Even Zhu Zhuqing chimed in, "Brother Mo, stop playing games with this. "
"It's not that I'm playing games," Xuan Mo said, downing a jug of ale, then shaking his head with a wry smile. "It's that I do have an idea. After his self-destructing soul tool is dismantled by old man Kadan, I'll take him to Dugu Bo's Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well to try it out. But..."
"But what?" Hearing that Xuan Mo had a way to pull Mu Lin out of his evil soul master state, Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing were immediately overjoyed. However, upon hearing the "but," they quickly pressed on.
"I'm not sure if his method will work." Xuan Mo put his wine cup aside and loosened his grip. Ma Hongjun, in perfect unison, picked up a jug of ale and placed it beside Xuan Mo. Xuan Mo grabbed it and began chugging it down his throat.
"Tell me, how am I supposed to explain this to Master and the others when I get back?"
Everyone fell silent upon hearing this.
Meanwhile, at the hotel where Xuan Mo and his group were resting, three people stood in front of their room.
A middle-aged man, a man in his sixties, and a young man. Without exception, they were all wearing black robes printed with skulls, their faces ashen and extremely sinister.
The middle-aged man said in a low voice, "Are you sure this is it?"
"Hehehe! What? You doubt my abilities?" The young man chuckled, "Do you think I would mistake the aura left behind by my brother before he died? The aura here is the strongest! As long as we kill them all, we'll have completed our revenge!"
"But there's the Star Luo Crown Prince among them, once..."
"Hehehe! So what?" The young man interrupted the middle-aged man, his face contorted with rage, "The more chaotic this continent is, the more suitable it is for the development of our Holy Sect! Besides, as long as we erase all traces, the Star Luo Empire won't be able to trace us back to us. So, how are things going with those people down there?"
"Don't worry." The middle-aged man's eyes flashed with bloodlust, "If I wasn't afraid of causing a commotion and failing my revenge, I would have already drained that little beauty down there dry! Hehehe!"
"In that case, let's get started."
The middle-aged man nodded slightly, "Don't worry, leave it to me."
As soon as he finished speaking, he released his Martial Soul, seven Soul Rings appearing side by side. Even his Soul Power fluctuations were silently dispelled by the combined efforts of the other two. Then, his fifth spirit ring quietly lit up, and he said in an eerie voice, "Corrosion."
Instantly, the door was gradually corroded from top to bottom, turning purplish-black, and turning into streams of bloody liquid that flowed down. Soon, the entire door had turned into a pool of black water.
"Go inside, step over this puddle, don't touch it."
After they entered the room, the young man's eighth spirit ring lit up, and then he slightly raised his hand, and bright golden threads appeared in his hand, instantly turning black. Then the threads intertwined and rippled, emitting a buzzing sound.
"Seventh Spirit Skill, Kingdom of Death."
Clearly, his seventh spirit skill was different from ordinary martial spirit true bodies. As soon as he finished speaking, a phantom of a death god puppet appeared on the spot. Under his control, a black area transformed in the room, and a spirit master appeared inside.
"Hehehe! Move."
The young man's finger twitched slightly, and the spirit master who appeared was like a walking corpse, lighting up his spirit rings. Suddenly, a strange feeling filled the other two, and the space in the room also changed.
Before their eyes, the purplish-black liquid on the ground gradually diminished, and the previously corroded door, illuminated by the glowing spirit ring, began to recover from the bottom up. In a short while, it returned to its original state, as if no one had ever touched it.
"Let's get started! Begin the setup..."
At night, the street in front of the hotel was deserted, without a single person. A chilly evening breeze blew.
Xuan Mo and his group of five had returned to the hotel from the bar. Of course, the already drunk Xuan Mo was helped back by Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and Oscar in turns.
However, Oscar said that, in Xuan Mo's own words, Xuan Mo was "intoxicated by his own body, not by the wine."
But just as Dai Mubai and the others were about to open the door, Xuan Mo, who had claimed to be drunk, seemed to sense something, suddenly sobering up, his eyes wide open and piercing.
"Watch out, don't open the door!"
But it was too late. Just as Xuan Mo shouted, Ma Hongjun had already pushed open the door and then froze.
Immediately afterward, a cloud of black mist surged out of the suite, enveloping them all.
Without hesitation, Xuan Mo and the other four instantly activated their martial spirits, thirty-one spirit rings coiling around them.
Then they saw a dark figure standing silently before them, making no sound. A long black robe trailed to the ground, a black cloak concealing his figure, making him appear extremely tall and terrifying.
"Hmph! Who are you? You were sent by my royal brother, weren't you!"
Dai Mubai spoke first, his roar echoing through the dark domain.
"Boss Dai, he's probably coming for us." Just then, Xuan Mo draped a sling over Dai Mubai's shoulder.
"Fatty, Oscar, you can feel that familiar aura, can't you?"
Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing were puzzled. When they turned around, they saw Ma Hongjun and Oscar already on high alert, their faces serious! And after Xuan Mo asked, he gritted his teeth and said, "That's right, it's very familiar!"
"Old Mo, who exactly is this guy?"
Xuan Mo's eyes were burning with anger as he said in a deep voice, "I don't know his true identity. But I know very well that this aura belongs to an evil soul master!"
"An evil soul master?!"
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