Chapter 855 Polly Started Singing Tears Behind Bars
Holding Lilly tightly in his arms, Pablo ventured deeper into the dark abyss.
Countless bones lay 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 being completely 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 eyelashes had long since melted, and her once icy-cold body now exuded a
comforting warmth.
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
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇthad 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
Polly Started Singing Tears Behind Bars 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.
Even the initial step of transforming aura into spirit energy was something that ordinary ghosts could
not accomplish. 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 the lack of practitioners. Even those who practiced meditation regularly were rarely true
practitioners, often focusing only on health preservation rather than cultivating their spiritual abilities.
Returning to Lilly, she had just successfully 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 place 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 Started Singing Tears Behind Bars
Polly stood foolishly on a large rock in the gap of the waterfall.
When Lilly and the Palace 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 accompanied Lilly on the journey, witnessing her collect numerous immeasurable spiritual
springs and break off stalactites 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 thick layer 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 had completely 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.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmInside, 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
stalactites.
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. It lamented, even as its
bit, “Lilly, you took everything!”
“My trouser pocket is cleaner than my face…”
Finally, it halted in front of a particular 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 stalactites 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 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…”