One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

They looked at Feng Baobao, who had collapsed onto the edge of the bed and appeared extremely weak due to the lingering effects of the sedative, without a trace of pity in their eyes.

One person on each side.

He roughly grabbed her arm and dragged her off the bed.

"Walk."

The soldier rebuked him in broken Chinese.

Feng Baobao felt completely weak.

The wooden clogs underfoot dragged a long, resounding sound on the smooth steel plate.

She was stumbled and carried out of the barracks.

As soon as you go out.

The cold, damp air from the bottom of the Fulong sinkhole hits you in the face.

The roar of the rushing underground river echoed between the massive rock walls.

She was being carried along the suspended wooden walkway.

The effects of the medication made her steps unsteady.

Several times, my clogs got stuck in the gaps between the wooden planks, and I twisted my ankle.

But the soldiers around her didn't care at all, and just roughly pulled her arm and continued to drag her forward.

Several bright red welts were quickly left on her fair ankles by the straps of her wooden clogs.

……

The viewing platform is located halfway up the mountain in the sinkhole.

Kenichi Tokugawa had a cigar between his fingers.

Looking down at the white figure below, supported by soldiers, appearing particularly frail on the walkway.

"The medication seems to have been given too strong a dose; even walking has become a problem."

Tokugawa exhaled a smoke ring and turned to look at Yan, who was standing to the side.

"Mr. Yan, this body is so weak. Will there be any problems when the spirit descends later?"

Yan, who was wearing the Faceless Mask, adjusted his sleeves.

He looked down at the stumbling girl from his superior position.

The smiling face painted on the mask looked particularly ironic in the dim light.

"General, you are overthinking it."

Yan's tone was leisurely, even revealing a hint of expert appreciation:

"The tranquilizer only sealed her physical body, but what is needed for the séance is her untainted soul weapon."

“Look at her.”

Yan extended a finger and pointed at Feng Baobao below from a distance.

“Ordinary children would be terrified and thrown into chaos by such an event.”

"But look at this girl. Although her breath is weak, it is still long and steady, without a trace of resentment caused by fear."

"It's like a crystal-clear mountain spring. This kind of pure heart is the perfect vessel to carry the will of Takamagahara."

Yan turned his head and looked at Abe Masaya beside him.

“Young Master Abe, I have handed this rough gem over to you unscathed. The next miracle will depend on the abilities of the Yin-Yang Bureau.”

Abe Masaya shook the folding fan in his hand, smiled and nodded:

"Rest assured, Mr. Yan. Once the ceremony is complete, I will present you with the half-volume of 'The Art of Divine Control' that I promised you."

This dirty, cold-blooded deal.

Amidst their lighthearted conversation...

The fate of an innocent girl was lightly and casually sealed in the abyss of the sinkhole.

……

The end of the plank road.

Feng Baobao was half-pushed and half-dragged by the soldiers, and finally arrived at the huge bronze platform.

Kenji Tsuchimikado, dressed in elaborate ceremonial robes, was already waiting at the edge of the altar.

Looking at Feng Baobao being dragged up.

He frowned slightly and waved to the soldiers.

"Place her on the yin-yang symbol in the very center. Be gentle, so as not to damage the container."

The soldier released his grip.

Losing her support, Feng Baobao's knees buckled.

He slumped onto the cold, hard bronze surface.

The rough bronze texture hurt her, but she didn't even have the strength to cry out in pain.

The lingering effects of the medication made her feel dizzy in waves.

Kenji Tsuchimikado walked up to her and looked at the girl who was about to lose herself.

"Little girl, don't be afraid."

Kenji Tsuchimikado deliberately softened his voice, attempting to soothe this precious offering with feigned gentleness:

"Close your eyes. Get some sleep, and everything will be alright."

"When you wake up again, you will no longer be that lowly country girl."

Feng Baobao struggled to lift her head.

Those clear, large eyes appeared somewhat unfocused due to the effects of the medication.

But it remained clean and tidy, without a trace of resentment.

She turned her head and looked at the cold altar surrounded by red ropes and talismans.

"Uncle..."

The little girl's lips trembled slightly, her voice so weak it seemed a gust of wind could dissipate it:

"Are you... mistaken for someone else?"

"I don't want to be any kind of god... My mother is still waiting for me to have dinner at home."

She sniffed.

There was a hint of grievance, and a touch of pleading in her voice.

“You’ve locked me up here, and my mother is looking everywhere for me. Her eyesight isn’t good, and she’ll cry herself blind from worry…”

This sentence carries a deep longing for home.

The sound, echoing on this blood-soaked altar, seemed utterly out of place.

Yet it is like the sharpest knife in the world, enough to pierce anyone who still has a conscience.

But in Kenji Tsuchimikado's eyes, there was only a fervent anticipation of the impending miracle.

He was unmoved.

He turned and left indifferently.

Have you all eaten Chapter 437, "Secret Infiltration"?

at this time.

The outermost edge of the Fulong Tiankeng.

The last rays of the setting sun were obscured by thick clouds.

As the light in the forest gradually dimmed, only a few searchlights swept back and forth among the treetops.

Behind a hidden Japanese bunker.

Two sentries were leaning against sandbags, smoking.

"This awful weather, the humidity is so high, my joints are killing me."

One of the younger sentries rubbed his arms and complained.

"Just bear with it. The commander said that as long as the matter below the sinkhole is resolved tonight, we can be transferred back to the mainland ahead of schedule."

Another, slightly older sentry exhaled a smoke ring, his eyes filled with anticipation:

"I haven't seen cherry blossoms in Tokyo for several years."

“Yes, I also miss my mother’s rice balls.” The young sentry sighed.

"Since you're so homesick, shall I take you back now?"

A leisurely voice suddenly rang in their ears.

The sound was very soft.

It was like a casual chat between old friends, even with a touch of easygoing laughter.

"Who?!"

The two sentries shuddered.

His finger immediately landed on the trigger, just as he was about to turn his head.

"Slap. Slap."

Two slender, warm hands, one on the left and one on the right, gently rested on their shoulders.

It lacks overwhelming force.

A mere tingling sensation gently crept into their necks.