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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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441 Chs
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Chapter 340: Huanhuan

"Heh heh, sir, if there's anything you need, just give the order," the Posthouse Official's obsequious smile reminded Li Huowang of his own superiors.

"Go to sleep, don't come near my room if it's not necessary."

"Then, I'll take my leave, sir. If you need anything, just holler for old Wu, and I'll be at your beck and call."

With a creak, the door closed. When Li Huowang secured the latch and started nibbling on the rain-soaked dry food he took from his bag,

Since Mantou wasn't there, he didn't dare to casually eat the food from outside, as one must always be wary of others—even at a posthouse in Liang State.

As he ate, Li Huowang suddenly stopped and looked at the back of his hand which was scabbing over, as if something was moving underneath.

Upon a closer look by the candlelight, Li Huowang realized it seemed to be a very thin black tentacle, which was wriggling through the veins like an earthworm.