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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 343 Bai Lingmiao

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"Dong dong dong~! Dong dong dong~! Invoke the spirits~~" Rhythmic drumming resonated inside a simple earthen house.

"A small Drum and Whip measuring one foot three, with colorful ribbons tied on top! Dong dong dong~"

"One curve downward adds a bend, one point upward sets the tip! Dong dong dong~"

"Strike once, it totters, strike thrice, it wobbles nine times over! Dong dong dong~"

"Once the whip strikes, the drum will sound, and once the drum sounds, we call forth Immortals! Dong dong dong~"

Two women wearing red veils circled around a child whose face was ashen, continuously beating the drums.

By the child's pillow, there was a handful of earth with three incense sticks protruding from it, the wafting smoke swaying in the air, beginning to form several blurry characters.

Just as the characters were about to take shape, the closed window beside them was suddenly blown open by a fierce wind, scattering the wisps of smoke.