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Abnormal Immortal Record of Spooky Daoist

Li Huowang found himself teetering on the edge of reality, ensnared in a perplexing quandary. Was he languishing in the sterile confines of a hospital room, or was he ensnared in a cultivation world where survival was a daily gamble? The lines between the tangible and the imagined blurred, with each realm asserting its authenticity while dismissing the other as mere figments of illusion. Embark on an odyssey with Li Huowang as he navigates through this enigmatic existence. Delve into a universe where the arcane arts of cultivators intertwine with the unspeakable terrors that lurk in the shadows. In this world, existence itself is a precarious balance. Original Synopsis: The Bizarre Path to the Heavens, 'Dao', a narrative woven with the surreal tapestry of Deities and Immortals. But what is truth, and what is mere fantasy? Amidst the maelstrom of his own harrowing ailment, Li Huowang grapples with discerning the real from the unreal. Yet, it is not just the enigma of these otherworldly beings that clouds his judgment; it is the specter of his own affliction, a malady that threatens to unravel the very fabric of his being. He is sick, very seriously ill......

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431 Chs

Chapter 268: The Inn

"Whimper~" Mantou kept wagging its tail. Although it also smelled those two scents, as a dog, it didn't understand what Li Huowang was talking about.

At this moment, the Monk spoke up. "Taoist, what does it mean that she has the scent of blood and rust on her? Is she a bad person or a good one?"

Li Huowang shook his head, looking up at the sky, and just at that moment, a drop of rain fell from the sky and into his eye.

"Let's go, it's about to rain. Let's find an inn to stay in first."

The rain started off light, but gradually it got heavier. Just as Li Huowang and the others had entered an inn, the rain poured down in torrents.

Shaking the rainwater off his body, Li Huowang called out to the empty room, "Innkeeper! We need rooms!"

After calling out for almost the time it takes to brew a pot of tea, an innkeeper with a white towel draped over his shoulder, pushed aside the curtain and came out.