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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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Chapter 296 Xinsu

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"Hahaha!!" Hong Zhong's laughter echoed incessantly beside Li Huowang, "Xinsu ah!! Li Huowang, hahaha!!"

Li Huowang held a cup in his hand, sitting there dumbfounded, watching the half-corpse in Tuoba Danqing's hands, looking at the dead man's head along with the attached internal organs below.

After a long pause, Li Huowang's eyes gradually widened, a look of shock slowly spreading across his face. "So this is... Xinsu..."

Under the table, his fists clenched tight, yet nothing showed on his face.

The drunken Tuoba Danqing, satisfied with Li Huowang's astonished expression, said with a hint of pride, "How's that? Haven't seen it before, have you? I won't lie to you, this is also the first time I've seen a living Xinsu!"

Li Huowang, trembling, reached out and gently touched the face of the Xinsu with his fingertips.

It was a middle-aged man with a square face, around forty years old, with a beard around his jaw.