The usage of Fumigating Face Soup is very unique, quite different from other medicines.

Bai Mo dipped the sponge in his right hand in the medicinal soup held in his left hand, then applied it to his face.

The sponge got closer and closer to his face, about to touch his jawline, entering his visual blind spot.

Just then, the shape of the sponge quietly transformed, suddenly revealing outlines and bumps as it stealthily reshaped itself into a... long and ancient hand.

It was unmistakably the hand of an Ancient Immortal, burned in magma, turned into smoke rising to the heavens, now reborn through the sponge, aiming to touch Bai Mo's face!

Bai Mo muttered to himself, his words only heard by the wind howling high above.

"...Volcanic Smoke Sponge, commonly documented in literature, has one hundred and thirty-four forms.

"Some Ancient Immortals have summarized one hundred and sixty-seven types.

"Others have concluded three hundred and sixty-five kinds.

"But... if you ask me, there's no need to consider these complexities—texture, touch, color, odor, pattern... all irrelevant. By sifting the falsehood to reveal the truth, they can be categorized into seven types.

"My piece of smoke sponge has layered?

"The latter layer belongs to the third type, the normal form.

"The prior layer, however, is misleading—the grain, texture, touch, and hue seem alike, yet in essence, it doesn't belong to any of the seven types; it's been tampered with."

The hand emerging from the sponge did not hear Bai Mo's words. At this moment, its fingers slightly curled! Exerted force! The tendons of the hand pulled taut with aggression! The fingertips exuded malevolence, about to touch Bai Mo's face...

Silently, it made contact.

But what it touched was not Bai Mo's face.

It was the Bronze Mask that Bai Mo held up in front of his face.

The mask's expression remained weeping, with one side still aflame with black, polluted fire.

As the hand within the sponge touched the mask, the black flame instantly twisted like a Poisonous Snake, lunging onto the sponge! It coiled around the fingers of the sponge's hand, biting into the palm!

"Good."

The mask became clean, its expression returning to a smile.

An emerald green Pill Fire silently cut into the sponge, instantly slicing away the polluted portion, leaving only the correct and pure layer.

Bai Mo holding the mask, the medicinal soup floating around him, gripped the pure layer of sponge, controlled the Fire Toad Balloon, and with a "shaa," it flew away, facing the night wind, soaring towards the starlit distant sky.

Only the polluted sponge hand ensnared by the black flame remained, drifting alone, wrapped by the night wind, descending.

Whoosh...

The black flame erupted!

Crack...

The hand seemed to sense something amiss, began to twist, struggle, the sponge body emitting sounds of joint struggle!

The wrinkles and age spots on the hand twisted rapidly, flowing, even forming a complex guise of runes... but it was useless; they couldn't resist the black flames!

This hand, reborn through the sponge, was unavoidably ignited, as the wrinkles, age spots, and reformulated runes were all indifferently set ablaze!

Whoosh...

The fire surged, the sponge hand simultaneously burned and expanded, gradually swelling like a balloon!

Boom!

A loud explosion echoed through the night air as it burst, transforming into a cloud of dirty black fire that spread across the sky above the West Ridge Mountain Range, carried away by the night wind, finally dissipating into nothing between heaven and earth.

...

In a dream, in a cool cave.

The Ancient Bee Immortal sat at the bedside, looking at his severed wrist, feeling a myriad of emotions.

A great price was paid to send this hand out of the dream!

And an exquisite opportunity was found to insert it into the Volcanic Smoke Sponge.

"Anyone who can use that item is at Sequence Seven.

"Should fate allow, I may gain another puppet of Sequence Seven.

"With this puppet, my chances of escaping back to the real world increase all the more!"

His connection to that hand had been completely severed.

Releasing this hand was like placing an inexplicable piece on a chessboard, uncertain of when or if it would be useful.

Yet he grinned cruelly, filled with expectation.

Opportunities to place a piece in the real world were exceedingly rare. What's more, his timing and positioning were unprecedented!

Beside him, the little Fatty Wang Yuanbao looked at his master and suddenly spoke.

"Master, why are you smiling foolishly?

"Is there some good news?"

His master had been gloomy since losing the hand a few days ago.

But now his master's ugly face was smiling again.

Could he have been driven foolish by the shock?

He wouldn't pass out, would he?

The little Fatty stepped forward, reaching for his master's chest.

Slap!

The Ancient Bee Immortal slapped away the Fatty's hand.

"What are you doing?

"Why are you getting so hands-on? Can't you show a bit more respect to your master?"

The little Fatty withdrew his hand, grinning sheepishly.

But then his master spoke earnestly.

"Keep an eye on news about the West Ridge Small Volcano lately.

"Uh... there may not be any.

"But just keep an eye out, and if there is, let me know, Master."

The little Fatty nodded, remembering.

...

West Ridge Mountain Range.

A clearing in the woods, a camping tent.

A man in an outdoor jacket, lowered his binoculars, stunned.

"What on earth was that just above the sky?

"Wasn't it smoke?

"Was it a cloud? Or fire? Black?"

That mass of stuff left too deep an impression on him.

It was clearly something suspended in the sky, blown apart by the wind, yet for some reason, the impression it left was... dirty!

The companion next to him had already used a Polaroid camera to print out the photo just taken.

"Look, this is it."

A few people leaned in, only to see that the photo couldn't reproduce that scene. At first glance, it looked as if the photo was smudged.

"Can't capture the effect, forget it."

...

A hidden hilltop.

Two men in black sportswear, concealed within the treetops, looked up, seeing the black Fire Cloud scattered in the sky from afar.

"What is that thing?"

Their voices trembled faintly.

One glance could discern the filthy black Fire Cloud, blown away by the fierce wind, revealing a clear starry sea.

This scene, they had never seen before and couldn't comprehend!

"Forget it, let's go!

"I'm starting to believe that Su Yaoyao might really have connected with the West State Boss.

"The military factory of the Committee has deep ties with the West State Boss, murky waters, not something we can involve ourselves in, not something we can plot against."

As the words dropped, the two nodded, turned around, and left, disappearing into the vast sea of forest.

...

Little Volcano summit.

In the control room, Tie Shiba was beside a female secretary, looking troubled.

"Committee member, Professor Wang is already on the plane.

"His student called saying the professor crawled out of bed, very resentful, and not in a good mood right now.

"Should you personally go to meet him off the plane?

"To soothe his mood?"

Tie Shiba, while looking at the computer screen, operating the control software, said matter-of-factly.

"Why should I meet him?

"Of course, you should meet him.

"The old guy is in a bad mood late at night, you go to meet him, take a round of scolding first, let him vent. Then I'll show up to talk about the project peacefully, ask him to help us solve the problems. Just right.

"Go quickly."

The secretary pulled at the corners of her mouth, internally cursing, but couldn't say it out loud.

She could only nod and walk out of the control room door.

The night wind was cold, she tightened her clothes.

Looking up, she saw tonight's starry sky was particularly clear, the dazzling starry sea seemed to be swaying like water waves.

"Stars swaying, sky like a dome makes men drunk, that's it, right?"

Strangely, tonight's Little Volcano made her feel very reassured.

It seemed there was no longer a lurking threat or hidden danger, nothing sneaky hiding in the shadows, only the upcoming business was left.

"Damn it, I'll take the scolding.

"Anyway, I won't lose any flesh.

"Our journey is among the stars and sea!"

...

In the high sky, the Fire Toad Balloon floated back again.

Bai Mo sat on a fishing lounge chair, sitting behind the balloon, one hand holding a sponge, the other holding medicinal soup, dipping the soup to apply on his face.

"Feels a bit like skincare water."

Cheeks felt cool and refreshing.

Each application opened pores, opened senses, as if his face could feel every thread of the wind's movement in the air.

Of course, these were just bonuses... The true enhancement of Fumigating Face Soup was in Spiritual Sense! In sensing and foreseeing danger!

Soon enough, all the skincare water was applied, the sponge turned to dregs, useless, Bai Mo casually tossed it away, into the night sky.

Bai Mo felt his soul was clear, Spiritual Sense was stronger than ever!

"Huh?"

His Spiritual Sense stirred.

It turned out the recently purified Bronze Mask in his pocket was shaking.

What does this mask want?

Bai Mo was about to take it out to look, but suddenly felt his pocket lighten, empty, the mask gone.

"What the heck?

"This ungrateful thing, just helped it purify, and now it wants to run away?"

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