The aura on his body was floating and unstable, not at all the heavy feeling that a crystallized monk should have.
The reason why he looks like this is because he has suffered too much psychological torture these days.
Han Yun knew that he had suffered from a strange disease that only existed in legends-cultivation phobia.
Let alone meditating and practicing, I can't even hear anyone mention these two words in front of me.
Because as soon as he heard the word "cultivation", he would start to tremble uncontrollably, his limbs would twitch, and he would foam at the mouth.
In order to prevent himself from showing his ugly face in front of outsiders, he sealed himself into the current secret room three days ago and temporarily cut off contact with anyone.
After so many days of trying, I was actually almost completely in despair.
If he hadn't suddenly thought of that person at a critical moment, I might have committed suicide due to excessive psychological pressure.
This person is the extremely mysterious Mr. Jin.
He is his last hope, his only trump card.
If even he can't save himself, it means it's time for him to leave this world full of pain.
Just half an hour ago, he used the method of leaving a black fog figure to contact the other party.
In fact, I was extremely resistant to meeting the black mist figure.
But at this point, he had to take the initiative to seek help from the other party.
This feeling is indescribable...
Thinking of this, Han Yun felt extremely complicated.
He took a deep breath, mustered up the last bit of energy, raised his hands, and pinched his face a few times, which allowed his stiff facial muscles to become active.
After he finished this action, he saw a black mist slowly appearing in the empty space in front of him.
Seeing this scene, Han Yun's pupils shrank reflexively.
The reason for this is that the shadow of the black fog figure on his mind is so great that he can't help but feel a little frightened every time he sees it.
However, he quickly realized that this time, he was the one who took the initiative to find the other party.
Thinking of this, Han Yun took a deep breath, suppressed the anxiety in his heart, stood up from the ground with difficulty, barely bent over and saluted, and said feebly:
"I've met Mr. Jin..."
"Um……"
A low response came from the black mist, and soon, it slowly condensed into the appearance of Mr. Jin.
He raised his head and asked in a hoarse, dry voice:
"Han Yun, you suddenly came to me. Did the two people you asked you to look for last time have any clues..."
Speaking of this, the figure in the black mist seemed to have discovered something unusual about Han Yun. His voice suddenly paused, and then he asked doubtfully:
"What's wrong with you? Why have you turned into such a ghost?"
When Han Yun heard the question from the figure in the black mist, he was about to answer, but suddenly he felt sad. Before he could speak, he sobbed a few times.
Seeing this, the figure in the black mist focused his sharp eyes.
"A manly man, just tell me what you have to say. Why are you crying?"
When Han Yun heard this, he quickly suppressed his emotions and replied with a choked voice:
"Mr. Jin, I'm in big trouble..."
Hearing this, the figure in the black mist twisted his figure and immediately appeared in front of Han Yun.
His eyes swept over Han Yun's body several times, and his tone became solemn:
"Tell me what's going on in detail!"
Seeing this, Han Yun spent a stick of incense and explained in detail the things that made him unable to advance but retreat after his cultivation, and that he could easily go crazy.
After hearing this, the black mist figure suddenly fell silent without saying a word, as if he was thinking about something.
Seeing this, Han Yun bowed his head respectfully and stood aside, silently waiting for the answer.
His whole body was shaking slightly, and he was extremely worried.
Because the latter's answer determines his next fate.
Time passes slowly.
Two hours passed, and the figure in the black mist still lowered his head and said nothing.
Han Yun finally noticed something was wrong.
Mr. Jin's behavior seems to indicate that there is no solution to his problems!
When he thought of this, the last trace of light remaining in his eyes slowly dimmed.
A heavy look of despair slowly enveloped his heart.
After waiting for another two hours, there was still no movement from the figure in the black fog.
Han Yun, who had been unable to wait for a reply, the last glimmer of hope left in his heart finally disappeared completely.
He lowered his head in despair.
Then, he spoke slowly, his tone full of bitterness:
"Mr. Jin, I think...I understand..."
His voice, at some point, became extremely hoarse.
However, he didn't pay attention to this at all. Instead, he turned his gaze to the storage jade bracelet on his wrist and continued to say in a hoarse voice:
"Mr. Jin, the five thousand spirit stones you gave me last time are still in my storage jade bracelet. You can take them back after I die."
"From now on, Han Yun will no longer be able to help you..."
I don’t know if these words had an effect, but the figure in the black mist who had been silent finally reacted.
He sighed deeply, then slowly raised his head, his tone slow and solemn.
"Han Yun, I won't hide it from you. In fact, I have heard about your situation before. As for the solution, it's not that there is no solution..."
"But... you may not be able to accept this method..."
Hearing these words from the black fog figure, Han Yun's body suddenly froze.
Like a drowning man grabbing onto a floating straw.
His originally dim and cloudy eyes burst out with a bright look, and his originally lifeless heart began to fluctuate emotionally again.
"Mr. Jin, can you save me?"
The black mist figure did not directly reply to this question, but slowly said:
"Han Yun, as far as I know, your situation is like being subject to some kind of curse..."
"curse?"
Han Yun's expression was startled, and then he asked doubtfully:
"Could it be that... the reason why I am like this is not because of illness, but because someone secretly used some method on me?"
The black mist figure shook his head and replied:
"It's not a person, but some kind of taboo existence..."
"Taboos exist?"
"What is that? Some kind of creature?"
The black mist figure was silent for a moment before replying:
"I can't explain it to you...but you can think of it that way for the time being."
When Han Yun heard this answer, he said angrily:
"I am a disciple from the Taoist Academy. How dare he attack me? Aren't he afraid of the Taoist Academy's retaliation?"
Hearing this, the figure in the black mist laughed strangely.
"Han Yun, the Taoist Academy is indeed the highest and most transcendent force in the world... However, not everyone will be afraid of it."
"This world is so big, so big that you can't imagine it. There are many existences. Even Taoist temples don't dare to mess with them..."
Han Yun couldn't help being shocked when he heard the words of the black fog figure.
Based on his understanding of the world, Taoist Academy is synonymous with invincibility.
Except for the legendary Tao Ancestor, there should be no living beings or forces that can compete with him.
But these few words I heard from Mr. Jin today, it seems that this is not the case?
He thought for a moment and swallowed secretly.
"Mr. Jin, does the taboo existence you mentioned refer to this kind of creature?"
