Chapter 855 Polly Started Singing Tears Behind Bars


    Holding Lilly tightly in his arms, Pablo ventured deeper into the dark abyss.


    Countless bonesy beneath his feet, and even the slightest touch would reduce them to powder. Even


    newly fallen bones rapidly decayed upon reaching the abyss''s depths, emitting a brittle cracking sound


    akin to stepping on dead leaves, easily crumbling underfoot.


    At that moment, Pablo felt the aura around him surging and converging around him.


    Startled, he realized that the aura was not drawn to him, but to Lilly!


    Subconsciously, he flicked his sleeves to disperse the gathered aura.


    Lilly, still in slumber, thought to herself.


    Huh? How did my aura break? Let''s try again!


    As Pablo dispersed the aura, he noticed even more of it rolling in.


    His heart sank, and he lowered his gaze to Lilly in his arms. Her eyelids remained tightly shut, her small


    hands clinging to his clothes.


    Pablo suddenly paused.


    Wait, this aura... it''s attracted to her?


    Soon, his mouth fell open involuntarily, confirming his suspicions. Whenever the aura came into contact


    with Lilly, it seemed to cocoon around her before beingpletely absorbed into her body!


    Externally, there was no visible movement, but upon careful observation, one could discern the


    majestic flow of spirit energy coursing through her meridians.


    The frost on her eyshes had long since melted, and her once icy-cold body now exuded a


    She had transformed into a warm, tender little bundle.


    Pablo breathed a sigh of relief, but he could not help but be astounded. At this moment, this little girl


    had shown her extraordinary abilities.


    She was self-taught, she swiftly found the right path after being given the right hints.


    In the underworld, most ghosts were woeful ghosts, consisting mainly of malignant spirits and ghost


    generals. They were no match for the ghost lords enlisted by the Ruler of Hell in terms of power.


    However, there was another type of ghost known as a novice ghost.


    Novice ghosts were considered to be ghosts in training.


    In the underworld, the majority of ghosts were ordinary ghosts. The reason for the scarcity of novice


    ghosts was that very few ghosts could endure the rigorous training required.


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    Even the initial step of transforming aura into spirit energy was something that ordinary ghosts could


    not aplish. They could not even sense the presence of spirit energy.


    In the ghost world, the aura was akin to the ambient air in the human world. In the human world,


    around 99.9% of people could not perceive the aura in the air. This was primarily due to the dissipation


    of aura and theck of practitioners. Even those who practiced meditation regrly were rarely true


    practitioners, often focusing only on health preservation rather than cultivating their spiritual abilities.


    Returning to Lilly, she had just sessfully transferred the aura from her body to Pablo, absorbing only


    a small amount. Pablo had initially been concerned that she might drain all of his aurae, but now he


    realized that she had learned to draw on the surrounding aura instead.


    Pablo''s heart softened, and he gazed at her tenderly.


    "Now that you''ve learned a new skill," Pablo said, a slight curve forming on his lips, "I''m still as useless


    as ever, right?"


    He raised his hand, his elegant fingers slender and beautiful, and gently brushed the tip of Lilly''s nose.


    Lilly, still nestled in his arms, kept her eyes tightly closed. If there were any sounds during her practice,


    it would likely be her soft murmurs.


    Pablo wrapped Lilly tightly in his outer robe, pressing her against his chest, and then he\ surveyed their


    surroundings.


    "Do your thing, Master will take you to find a ce suitable for cultivation."


    He just dodged the anomaly.


    But the anomaly was a collection of obsessions of wronged souls, as long as he and Lilly were still in


    this abyss, it would still find them quickly.


    Pablo''s figure was like the wind, flying past under the dark abyss...


    At the same time…


    Polly stood foolishly on arge rock in the gap of the waterfall.


    When Lilly and the Pce of the Ruler of Hell were sent flying by the boulder, Polly was also caught up


    in the chaos. It lost contact with Lilly during the wild ride and when it regained its senses, it found itself


    standing in the gap of the waterfall.


    Polly had apanied Lilly on the journey, witnessing her collect numerous immeasurable spiritual


    springs and break off stctites along the way.


    Now, Polly gazed up at the sky above...


    A peculiar mist lingered at the mouth of the gray abyss. When it rushed towards this spot, it was


    enshrouded in a thickyer of the strange mist. Now, Polly trembled from the bitter cold as it clung to its


    body.


    "Spiritual spring, spiritual spring!"


    Jumping off the boulder, Polly discovered that there used to be a waterfall there, but the stone wall was


    still damp before they departed. Now, it hadpletely dried up, and Polly did not even have a chance


    to take a sip.


    With no other option, Polly braved the cold and ventured deeper into the crevice.


    Inside, the chill intensified, and without Lilly''s warmth, Polly felt as if it would freeze. The strange mist


    wrapped around it, further hindering its strength.


    "Spiritual spring, spiritual spring..."


    Polly''s plight was pitiful. It finally struggled up the uphill path and arrived at the cave adorned with


    stctites.


    The puddles in front of it held no spiritual springs, and Polly didn''t dare venture further into the depths.


    Polly meticulously inspected each puddle, despite feeling like a frozen nugget. Itmented, even as its


    bit, "Lilly, you took everything!"


    "My trouser pocket is cleaner than my face..."


    Finally, it halted in front of a particr puddle, where it spotted a small trace of spiritual spring.


    Polly leaned down and licked a few mouthfuls—it was a mere lick, perhaps only a drop or two.


    "What a pity." Polly''s spirits sank, but it had no choice but to continue searching for other puddles.


    After replenishing its strength by drinking from the two spiritual springs, Polly felt its energy returning. It


    should now be able to withstand the cold of the cave''s depths.


    Polly struggled to move forward, guided by the sound of dripping water. Although the stctites had


    been broken off by Lilly, it did not stop the continuous flow of water from the springs above, and small


    puddles had formed below, collecting a new supply of spiritual spring water.


    This time, Polly drank to its heart''s content and felt revitalized. It quickly made its way out of the cave,


    finding the temperature inside unbearable.


    However, as Polly stood on the boulder in front of the gap, it was at a loss. It felt like it could not fly up!


    Even if it managed to fly up, it knew that a strong enemy, the King of Cities awaited above, possibly


    intending to turn it into a roasted bird and have it for a meal.


    Polly remained on the boulder, wearing a sorrowful expression, and sang a mournful tune,


    "Iron doors, iron windows, iron chains..."


    "Clutching onto the iron in my hand… Ah, gazing out of the window..."