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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 320: Water Child

"Swim in?" Li Huowang immediately vetoed that option. In the water, he knew he couldn't maneuver freely, which would be like offering himself up as meat to someone else's mouth.

Li Huowang went through all his abilities in his mind, but he didn't find anything that would be of help in this situation.

"Go back and ask the County Magistrate to send a boat over?"

Just as Li Huowang was reluctantly considering this idea, his sharp hearing picked up the sound of an extremely piercing musical instrument. "A suona?"

Li Huowang concealed himself in the bushes and looked towards the source of the sound.

In a short while, he saw a group of musicians playing various instruments.

Following the suona and the sounds of gongs and drums was a small wooden boat, carried by dozens of people, with an old woman sitting on it. Despite her white hair and having lost all her teeth, her spirits seemed high.