Journey to the West: Starting from Changing Sun Wukong’s fate
Chapter 731 - 553: There is an Underworld Envoy, but there are Ghosts and Monsters

Chapter 731: Chapter 553: There is an Underworld Envoy, but there are Ghosts and Monsters

Yet, even though Su Ding was not one of profound understanding, he at least knew what the concepts of propriety, justice, integrity, and honor stood for. Lu Hai’s behavior simply filled him with loathing and detestation.

Even Su Ding and several hunters had already made the decision that once they returned, they would sever all ties with Lu Hai completely.

Very quickly, Su Ding and his companions made it out of the forest without further incident, and immediately headed towards a physician’s residence nearby without daring to stop their steps, fearing that if they delayed any longer, the two people at their side might die.

"Physician, take a look, can the poison in Old Wu be cured?"

Su Ding asked anxiously.

The hunters behind him had already been helped down by two apprentices, and though the injuries of the hunter were serious, they were all external wounds.

The apprentices could only temporarily prevent the wounds from worsening, but the poison inside Wu Mo was not something an ordinary physician could handle.

"You’d better be preparing for the worst, you’ve been bitten by that venomous python, haven’t you?"

This physician too possessed some genuine skill and immediately recognized the origin of the poison, but he dared not treat it recklessly.

You see, most people afflicted with this kind of poison end up dying in agony; even this physician had no means to cure it and could only watch helplessly as it happened.

As the physician’s words fell, Su Ding’s heart sank suddenly, filled with myriad emotions of bitterness, with only one thought in his mind: he had let Wu Mo down.

Moreover, with Wu Mo’s family having a child left behind, the hunters exchanged glances and nodded. Since Wu Mo was beyond saving, they could only fulfill Old Wu’s last wish.

"Old Wu, rest assured, I will definitely let your child follow the True Person of Qingcheng Mountain."

Su Ding vowed solemnly, assuring that he would never betray Wu Mo’s trust.

"My... family, my child..."

By now, Wu Mo’s breath was as thin as a gossamer thread, his life hanging by a mere sliver of inconsequential willpower.

"I understand, I’ll take you home now."

Su Ding carried Wu Mo towards the mountain. Although Wu Mo’s house was in the midst of the forest, it was not far, and soon Su Ding arrived.

He sat in the courtyard for a while, then waited obediently for Wu Mo to return.

Wang Yang felt a sudden clang in his heart and was surprised; he didn’t expect Wu Mo to return so early. But when he turned his head, the scene before him struck him like a thunderbolt.

The Wu Mo who had cared for him deeply was now lying on Su Ding’s back. And with so many memories, Wang Yang naturally understood that Wu Mo had been poisoned severely.

At the moment, Su Ding’s face was flushed with red, and his eyes seemed shifty, while Wang Yang also noticed it, but it obviously wasn’t the time to entertain further thoughts.

When Wu Mo was placed on the ground by Su Ding, Wang Yang rushed over immediately, and Wu Mo opened his heavy eyelids, seemingly wishing to look at Wang Yang one last time.

"Cough... Child... You... Actually..."

Wu Mo, who usually spoke with vigor, now found it difficult to complete a sentence. Su Ding knew he shouldn’t stay any longer and that Wang Yang needed a moment to be alone.

"Uncle, speak, you have other matters to entrust, don’t you? Uncle, bear with it, it will be alright soon."

Wang Yang desperately tried to summon the Power of a Saint within his Dantian, knowing that such power could even refine a mortal’s body.

But to use it to expel poison was supposed to be easy; however, he was unable to harness it at the moment.

Wang Yang felt an unbearable frustration with the inability to mobilize any of the Saint’s power in his body.

Wang Yang’s fingers dug deep into the ground, creating ten small pits, and his fingernails began to bleed, but still, there was no response from the Saint’s power within him.

No one knew the depth of his despair, and Wu Mo seemed to sense Wang Yang’s unwillingness to give up, as he then continued to speak disjointedly, "Finding you... has been the most... most important thing in my life... In the wall... Jade Pendant... Royal Family..."

Wu Mo’s head slumped without warning, and he lost all signs of life. Wang Yang could feel the ebbing of Wu Mo’s vitality, along with his profound sadness.

It seemed as though the disappointment and sorrow stemmed from not being able to witness Wang Yang’s final glory, creating an inexplicable heaviness in his heart.

There were no tears in Wang Yang’s eyes, even though four years had passed since his awakening consciousness.

In those four years, they had become the only family to each other in this world.

But at that moment, Wang Yang only felt an overwhelming bleakness.

Outside, Su Ding seemed to sense something too, pacing back and forth at the door...

"The Hour has come, Wu Mo, it’s time to depart!"

A mysterious voice exploded in Wang Yang’s ears, but he knew it wasn’t calling for him, but for Wu Mo before him.

Simultaneously, Wang Yang suddenly remembered that in this world, there existed tales of the Underworld. That meant Wu Mo could be sent off to Reincarnation.

"Who goes there?"

Although Wang Yang couldn’t mobilize the Power of a Saint in his body, he still had a basic sense of authority. He figured that the person before him was likely just a Ghost Messenger, someone unworthy of even menial tasks in his true form’s presence.

But at that moment, Wang Yang reluctantly needed to request something of him; of course, before that, he needed to confirm that the visitor was indeed a Ghost Messenger and not just an ordinary Demon or ghost.

Suddenly, what had been a clear sky turned into a realm filled with Yin Qi, and Wang Yang understood that this was a domain overseen by a presence wielding a certain authority in this world.