Chapter 505 Freud's Grudge <TOC> Chapter 507 The Mystery of the Scales
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“Is it done?” When Angel came back, he saw Cherie guarding his body and raised her eyebrows to ask him.
“It’s done.” Angel threw Isio’s corpse over and his soul returned to his body: “Thank you.”
Cherie didn’t say anything and went to Luna’s side. Luna didn’t seem to be afraid of the venom and was still playing with the third-level Rainbow Siphon Worm.
On the other side, after seeing Isio’s broken corpse, Freud’s expression was a bit complicated, not knowing what he was thinking. After a while, he suddenly laughed loudly, and as he laughed, tears flowed down, but this time it was no longer blood tears.
Freud’s originally blood-red eyes slowly returned to normal, and the gray-black aura surrounding him gradually faded.
Freud’s change was witnessed by everyone. When the life-and-death feud was avenged, his resentment vanished.
After some time, Freud came back to his senses from his emotional state. The now-normal Freud looked a bit shy and bowed deeply in gratitude to Angel.
“Thank you…” Freud said solemnly to Angel: “I will keep my promise. As long as you take me away from the Purification Sea, I will take you to find that mysterious object.”
Angel nodded: “Agreed.”
Hearing about the mysterious object again, Cherie looked over with curiosity, and whispered to Angel: “Does he really have a mysterious object?”
Although Cherie hadn’t actively participated in the conflict, without Luna’s help, Angel might have already fallen. So, if anyone deserved credit, it was Cherie as well.
When Cherie asked now, Angel naturally wouldn’t hide it.
“I don’t know if he’s lying, but if it’s that mysterious object, I think it might be true,” Angel replied in a whisper.
“Which one? Which are you talking about?” Cherie asked curiously.
“Have you heard of the ‘Dream Conch of the Moonlit Coast’?”
Cherie pondered for a moment: “The mysterious object that various magazines rated as the most tasteless? The Dream Conch that can ignore rank and pull all non-living things into dreams?”
Angel nodded: “Exactly, the mysterious object that was auctioned for ten thousand magic crystals at the Sky Mechanical City auction thirty years ago. This object is not expensive among the mysterious objects, and it’s also somewhat related to Freud’s nickname ‘Dream Reader’, so I estimate that Freud might actually have this object.”
“Ah, so it’s this item,” Cherie said, losing interest immediately upon hearing the name of the Dream Conch.
This thing was too insignificant, only useful for non-living beings. For humans, aside from allowing them to sleep more peacefully in the sound of the conch, it had no other effects.
The Dream Conch wasn’t useful for Angel, but it was more than enough to study ‘mysterious powers’. Moreover, according to Gloria, each mysterious item had its own usage, and calling it insignificant was only because the proper usage had not been found. Perhaps, Angel could even discover the true purpose of the Dream Conch. Of course, this was just a secret hope in Angel’s heart.
While they were communicating telepathically, Isio’s corpse also underwent a change, as his soul crawled out of his decaying body.
As soon as it appeared, Isio glared angrily at Angel, but when Angel looked back, Isio seemed to realize that he was already dead. Remembering the fear of being dominated by Angel not long ago, he shivered uncontrollably. He immediately changed his tone, begging for Angel’s mercy, saying nice things non-stop, and even promising to give all his legacy to Angel, hoping Angel would take him away from the Purification Sea.
Angel didn’t care about Isio’s threats or pleas.
On the other hand, Cherie looked impatient, cursing: “So annoying.” Then she took a purple nether fire from her hand-held lamp and casually threw it towards Isio.
The nether fire seemed leisurely, but in Isio’s eyes, it was as if a mountain was pressing down on him. Under the threat of the nether fire, he was not only terrified but also unable to move.
From Angel’s perspective, Isio stood still as the nether fire gently touched him and instantly spread throughout his body.
Purple flames burned fiercely, and Isio screamed in agony as his soul was continuously disintegrating and vanishing.
Freud, who stood to the side, watched with trepidation. Being a soul himself, he knew how terrifying the purple flames were. He looked at Cherie with horror in his eyes, grateful that he hadn’t spoken in front of her, or else his soul might have been burned alive simply for being “too noisy.”
Angel didn’t care about Cherie’s actions, as he had also planned to completely eliminate Isio’s soul to avoid future troubles. Since Cherie had done it, he was happy to be spared the effort.
As Isio’s soul was about to be extinguished, a mysterious guiding light enveloped Freud and Isio at a location invisible to Angel and Cherie.
Isio offered almost no resistance and was taken away by the guiding light.
Seeing Isio suddenly disappear, leaving only a nether fire at his original location, Angel looked puzzled. At this moment, Freud’s abnormal state caught Angel’s attention.
“There’s a dark light pulling me into the unknown void!” Freud cried out in panic, flailing his limbs but being pulled upwards by someone.
“Dark light? Could it be some external force absorbing souls?” Although they couldn’t see the guiding light, they quickly realized what was happening.
Angel swiftly came to Freud’s side, taking out a small purple flower that was swaying beneath a green leaf from his bracelet.
Angel grabbed Freud: “Don’t resist, I’ll draw your soul into the Soul Source Flower!”
In his panic, Freud nodded to Angel and then completely relaxed.
At this moment, the guiding light and the Soul Source Flower exerted their forces simultaneously. Freud, like a stretched spring, swayed back and forth incessantly. In the end, the guiding light was evidently stronger, and Freud’s soul was about to be pulled into the unknown void.
Without thinking, Angel recited the Mysterious Soul Whisper, allowing his soul to leave his body.
In his soul form, Angel still couldn’t see the so-called dark light. However, this wasn’t important to Angel. When he was in his soul form, he could use his soul power to create gravity patterns that affected other souls.
Angel applied a force towards the Soul Source Flower on Freud. With the combined forces of this power and the attraction of the Soul Source Flower, the guiding light’s pull finally weakened.
Bound by the gray pattern, Freud was forced into the small purple flower.
When Freud entered the Soul Source Flower, the black guiding light that only he could see gradually dissipated.
After making sure Freud was okay, Angel let out a sigh of relief and his soul returned to his body.
At this moment, Cherie approached, her eyes filled with contemplation: “Could you see the dark light he mentioned after leaving your body?”
Angel shook his head.
“It seems that the dark light only absorbs dead souls and has no effect on living souls.” As she said this, Cherie sighed slightly: “The murky waters of the Purification Garden are becoming more and more difficult to see through.”
Meanwhile, in a dark cave located in the valley where the Purification Garden was situated, two people were seated in front of a pool of water shrouded in white mist. The mist was so thick that their appearances were obscured, but one could tell they were a man and a woman. The woman on the right had her hand above the pool but suddenly withdrew it, making a curious sound.
The man on the left asked: “Signy, what’s wrong?”
His voice was old and hoarse.
The woman named Signy frowned: “Lord Connor, someone just forcibly snatched a soul from the guiding light.”
Connor “oh”ed, casting his gaze into the pool, seemingly looking at something.
After a while, Connor looked up and said: “Forget it, just an ordinary soul. You continue to control the Soul Pool, and don’t worry about that soul.”
Signy nodded and replied: “Understood.”
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Angel knew what Cherie meant. He didn’t need to guess. The ones who could collect the dead souls must have been done by Sky Mechanical City itself.
He didn’t know what Sky Mechanical City wanted to do with the collected dead souls, but it wasn’t something they could handle at their level.
Suppressing his curiosity, Angel picked up the Soul Source Flower.
In the center of the flower’s stamen, Freud’s figure shrank to the size of a thumb, sitting there. The gentle aura of the Soul Source Flower slowly healed the soul injury he had previously suffered from the Guiding Light.
The Soul Source Flower was a leftover ingredient used by Angel to craft the “Prelude of Reincarnation.” Its main function was to stabilize soul energy, but it could also be used as a temporary soul container.
Angel didn’t have any other soul container items, so he had to use the Soul Source Flower to carry Freud. A single Soul Source Flower could last for half a month.
“You will temporarily reside in the Soul Source Flower. After leaving the Purification Garden, I will let you go,” Angel said to Freud.
Being comforted by the gentle aura of the Soul Source Flower, Freud’s remaining fear gradually faded: “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. It’s just an equivalent exchange,” Angel said while walking to Isio’s corpse.
After a brief search, Angel found several disposable spatial capsules, a delicate bag, and a heart scale from Isio’s corpse.
The spatial capsules contained mostly healing potions and daily necessities. Angel took a glance and didn’t pay any more attention.
The other delicate leather bag, however, contained energy, indicating it was some kind of alchemical item.
Angel could see that it was a product of alchemy, but he hadn’t learned the Eye of Nalda yet, so he couldn’t analyze the materials and effects in detail.
As for the unknown, Angel did not dare to open it recklessly, Isio was someone who played with insects, and who knew if there would be any poisonous insects in it.
Angel placed the pouch in front of Freud: “Do you know what’s inside?”
To see the outside world in Freud’s flower, Angel had to actively place the item directly above the flower.
Freud took a glance: “This is a demonic worm pouch, made from the nest of demonic worms, it has a bit of spatial property, but it can only be used for holding worms… Isio has a lot of worms, some are raised inside the body, some crawl on the skin, there aren’t actually too many worms in the worm pouch.”
According to Freud, this kind of worm pouch could be viewed directly using mental power. Angel cautiously sent his mental power in and there were no worms in the pouch, but there were some unidentified worm eggs.
Since there was no danger, Angel turned to ask Cherie if she wanted the worm pouch.
He himself wasn’t interested in the worm pouch, but Cherie had helped him a lot just now, so she was definitely entitled to a share of the spoils.
Cherie didn’t seem interested in the worm pouch either, instead, she picked a few spatial capsules filled with potions: “I don’t want the worm pouch, I need some potions, I’ll take these.”
Angel had plenty of potions prepared, so he nodded indifferently.
After collecting the remaining spatial capsules and worm pouch into his bracelet, Angel shifted his gaze to the heart scales.
Chapter 505 Freud's Grudge <TOC> Chapter 507 The Mystery of the Scales