"Slap—"

Just as my hand was about to touch her slender jade hand, all the beauty before my eyes vanished in an instant, replaced by a dark void and a sense of dizziness.

"How is it? Is Master awake yet?"

"I don't know. Should we try another slap?"

"Hold on, let's see first!"

I supported my head and took a long time to recover, gradually adjusting to the surrounding environment.

As my vision gradually cleared, I slowly made out the Fatty and Rou Yi surrounding me.

Seeing me open my eyes, Fatty immediately approached me and asked with concern, "Master, do you recognize me? How do you feel? Are you awake?"

I felt a burning pain in my cheek, so I covered my face and asked Fatty, "Hey, what happened to me? What happened?"

Damn it, I couldn't remember anything that had just happened.

Fatty explained, "Master, you were tricked by that old hag just now. Fortunately, your Fatty here took action in time, otherwise the consequences would have been unimaginable."

Fatty's tone seemed to be asking for credit, but his expression was quite serious.

Old hag?

Could the "old hag" Fatty was talking about be the "Queen Mother of the West" in the black jade coffin?

Thinking of the Queen Mother of the West, I gradually recalled the scene where Fatty and I, one grabbing the corpse in the coffin and the other grabbing Dodge, forcibly separated the two.

Fatty was grabbing the corpse, and I was grabbing Dodge. After separating the two, I came face-to-face with the corpse, and then I saw her eyes. Thinking of this, I felt another wave of dizziness.

"What exactly happened? Tell me in detail," I said to Fatty and Rou Yi with a frown.

Rou Yi helped me up and said patiently, "After you and Fatty separated Dodge from that woman, you suddenly froze on the spot. At the time, we were only focused on Dodge's condition and didn't notice your abnormality. Later, we saw you staring at that woman very strangely and getting closer and closer to her. No matter how we called your name or pulled at you, it was no use. You became just like Dodge. In the end, Fatty stepped in front of you and that woman in time and gave you a slap..."

The woman in Rou Yi's words should be the person in the black jade coffin.

Perhaps the various strange phenomena made her question the identity of the person lying in the stone coffin.

Could it not be the "Queen Mother of the West"?

I suddenly thought of something, then I tugged at Fatty and Rou Yi beside me, pointed at the person in the stone coffin, and warned them, "Don't look directly into that person's eyes, otherwise you'll end up like Dodge and me, as if hypnotized and becoming uncontrollable."

After saying that, I glanced in the direction of the black jade coffin. Through the shadows, I saw that person was still sitting there, and I felt like she was staring straight at me. All my hairs stood on end in an instant.

Having experienced what had just happened, and thinking about Dodge's experience, I really didn't dare to look at her again.

Thinking of Dodge, I quickly asked, "How is Dodge?"

Fatty answered readily, "I didn't have time to take care of him. When I saw that something was wrong with you, I came straight to pull you away." Jennifer, who had been taking care of Dodge, then took over Fatty's words and said, "Master, Dodge's condition isn't good. It feels like he's on his last breath."

"What?"

I felt a tightening in my scalp and quickly went to Dodge's side.

Dodge was huddled in a corner of the palace, his face ashen and devoid of blood.

Although his eyes were open, his gaze was涣散 (huàn sàn - unfocused) and he had completely lost his expression. There were also traces of blood at the corners of his mouth. The situation looked really bad.

"Dodge? Dodge!"

I went to Dodge and patted his cheek.

Dodge didn't respond.

"Come, come, let me try. Your Fatty's slaps cure all diseases!" Fatty pushed me aside and swung his palm straight at Dodge's face.

"Slap—"

The crisp sound made my cheeks ache faintly. I guessed Fatty had slapped me on the face just like that.

Dodge's face was knocked to the side. He was like a deflated ball, at the mercy of others, without any reaction.

Fatty wanted to slap him again, but I quickly stopped him, "If you slap him again, you'll probably kill Dodge."

I wasn't scaring Fatty. The blood continuously flowing from the corners of Dodge's mouth directly confirmed my view.

But whether Fatty slapped him or not, the result was already set in stone.

Dodge's pupils gradually dilated, slowly losing sensitivity to light.

He just left this world quietly and silently in front of us.