"In the subsequent memory recall, a portion of Ao He's true soul is intertwined," the White Dragon Soul stated. "My remains were sculpted into a mud statue using a part of his divine soul, and my soul was sealed here."
The white dragon paused, circling Mo Chuan and observing him as it spoke, "Only when you break free from the divine soul's guard can the seal on the mud statue be lifted, and you will be able to leave."
Although the words of the white dragon soul before him seemed plausible, Mo Chuan still did not agree directly. This was because while the black dragon soul, which had been fused with Guo Dahai's soul, was indeed not a good entity, he could not trust the white dragon soul before him with absolute certainty.
Even though she had been a kind dragon over 200 years ago, after enduring such deception, imprisonment, abuse that blackened her dragon nature, and such a long period of soul sealing, it was hard not to believe that her psychology might have changed.
If he were to release a major boss, it would be a physical confrontation, a direct gg.
The white dragon soul clearly perceived Mo Chuan's hesitation and distrust. She sighed, transforming into a jade pendant and hanging on Mo Chuan's chest. She spoke in a serene voice, "I am by your side. If you wish to prevent me from leaving, you can also kill me."
"But if you don't find a way to deal with Ao He, you will never be able to leave."
This statement instantly enlightened Mo Chuan. Immersed in the story at the moment, he suddenly realized that he was likely not in a haunted house illusion anymore.
Instead, he had been pulled into this illusory realm by the little black dragon. While his physical body was probably fine, he couldn't be sure what these people intended to do.
Looking at the jade pendant in his embrace, Mo Chuan sighed slightly and said, "Remind me when you encounter the divine soul. Let's begin."
The jade emitted a flash of light, pulling Mo Chuan away from the dark space.
...
Huaihua Town
Because it enshrined the "true form" of the Deer Fairy, Huaihua Village's commerce, tourism, and agriculture experienced rapid development. In Dragon Country, especially during wartime, the development of a folk religious group of this scale would absolutely not be permitted.
However, for the sake of its fiscal revenue and to skim off as much extra income as possible, the Changbai Mountain City government merely instructed the local police station to keep an eye on this "Deer Fairy" and did not excessively hinder the group's proselytizing activities.
Mo Chuan saw the iconic large locust tree and village monument at the entrance of Huaihua Town from afar, and his heart immediately sank.
There was no other reason... the scenes here were not merely related to the scenes in the haunted house; they were practically identical.
Mo Chuan found himself wearing a straw cape and hat on the outside, and plain clothes underneath. However, because there was a police badge in his pocket, he was clearly an outsider police officer.
The jade pendant flashed and whispered in an extremely low voice, "Your current appearance is that of a police officer I saw back then. He was eventually burned to death in a great fire."
Mo Chuan nodded and walked towards the town entrance.
"As expected... there's soybean soup for sale..." Mo Chuan habitually sat down at a table facing two old men, and said to the old woman stirring the pot, "Grandma, a bowl of soybean soup."
Seeing that the soybean soup the old woman served was normal, Mo Chuan first breathed a sigh of relief, then asked the old woman, "Grandma, do you have today's newspaper?"
The latter was startled by the question, then turned to find the two old men and retrieved a newspaper that had already been read. She kindly said, "Young man, here you go." Seeing Mo Chuan take the newspaper, she smiled and added, "Young man, I see you're still young, why didn't you join the army?"
Mo Chuan casually used a weak and sickly excuse to pacify the old woman, then immediately began to examine the newspaper, which was titled "Changbai Morning Post."
First, the date – September 19, 2186...
Mo Chuan pondered for a moment and gradually recalled – today was the day Huaihua Town was massacred, and also the time the divine statue disappeared.
Then, Mo Chuan surveyed the newspaper and extracted several pieces of information:
"Battle of Huangpu concludes, the Eastern Theater's combat operations in the Asian battlefield of the Spiritual Energy War have ended." – Six years until the end of the war, the era's background matched.
"Changbai Mountain region's agricultural output has tripled." – During wartime, agriculture had not yet developed so rapidly. Therefore, the drought occurred last year, and the timing of the religious preaching also matched.
"So... where should I go now..." Mo Chuan's mind began to churn. The most important thing now was to quickly find the divine soul's location and leave this place.
Go to the "Deer Fairy's" temple? No... at this hour, there are too many people and eyes around, making it easy for accidents to happen.
Go to Guo Dahai's house? The situation is unclear, not suitable for a rash move.
Mo Chuan drank the soybean soup in one gulp, left a few bills, and then got up and walked into Huaihua Town.
Go sit near the Deer Fairy's temple for a while... at least to estimate when the massacre began. Moreover, there is too little information and too many suspicious points about this village massacre; I must find a way to know exactly what happened as soon as possible...
...
Seeing himself surrounded by combat personnel with supernatural abilities numbering several times his own, Guo Dahai did not show any signs of panic. Instead, he was exceptionally calm.
"One last time, lay down your weapons!"
A final warning echoed from below the platform, but Guo Dahai clearly paid it no mind. Instead, he spread his arms and addressed the subdued and hiding believers around him, "Believers, you are likely surrounded, but you still have a sliver of hope to resist. Leave here, and now call out the name and incantation of the Holy Lord!"
The personnel from the Supernatural Management Bureau, who had assumed Guo Dahai was brainwashing them, did not take his words seriously. They continued to simply control the crowd, focusing all their energy on the haunted house staff who seemed to have been turned into puppets by Guo Dahai.
And they failed to notice that many people in the crowd, upon hearing Guo Dahai's words, their eyes lit up. They raised their arms, immediately removed the wooden tokens hanging around their necks, then dipped them in a small amount of blood, and then shouted towards the divine statue: "Dragon God's protection! We offer reverence!"
As soon as the words fell, several people hidden in the crowd immediately grew numerous twisted vines from their backs, which coiled around the supernatural agents who were guarding them and flung them aside.
Guo Dahai's words were like a timed bomb, instantly igniting the curses of all the ordinary people. Huge tree-like monster balls erupted from the ground, activating the wooden tokens of those nearby and repelling the Supernatural Management Bureau.
The few people around Guo Dahai had also long since transformed into larger tree root monsters, their limbs clinging to the platform, seemingly ready to attack Tao Tu and the others at any moment.
The situation had suddenly reversed...