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Chapter 1646: The Dragon Network’s heavenly tribulation, its mental strength is that bad?

Translator: GodBrandy Editor: Kurisu

Song Shuhang didn’t have the habit of scanning every QR code that he ran into… Unlike Senior Thrice Reckless Mad Saber, he didn’t even feel much of an urge towards scanning the QR codes on the foreheads of the Celestials.

However, this time the QR code was drawn on him, so how could he not scan it?

Song Shuhang looked into the mirror, raised his phone, adjusted the angle it was facing, and then scanned the QR code.

“Beep~”

A pleasant sound rang from his phone.

However, nothing came from scanning the QR code at all.

Did I do something wrong? Song Shuhang scratched his head.

After pondering for a moment, he took a step back, adjusted the angle of his phone, pointed the phone directly at the QR code on his body, and then scanned it again.

“Beep~”

The same sound came, but this time, something else had come from the scan as well.

Song Shuhang flipped his phone to take a look… It was a picture.

“A p-picture?” Song Shuhang’s eyes widened.

That girl had taken such a long time painting such a complicated QR code on his body, and what came out of scanning it was actually just a picture?

His stomach hurt, so did his liver, and so did his waist.

The picture showed a very huge altar with a primitive and mysterious style located in a basin surrounded by mountains.

The altar was filled with the script of the ancient witches. This was a script that was older than even the language of the ancient era, and most of it had now been lost. There weren’t many who even understood the script of the ancient witches.

Above the altar, there was a pit the size of a small pond.

On the edge of that pit, there vaguely stood a figure with their arm stretched out and golden blood flowing out of a wound on their arm, dripping into the pit.

Above the altar, there was a dense net of enemies. These enemies were staring at the altar below, staring at the vague figure by the edge of the altar.

“…” Song Shuhang.

What did this picture mean?

Could it be that it’s telling me to search for this ‘altar’?

But with just a single picture, where am I even supposed to start looking for this altar? Isn’t this a bit too difficult?

If I still had my ‘secret appraisal technique’, I could try appraising it and see if I could gather any clues or information from it.

Song Shuhang rubbed his brows.

In the end, his gaze fell on the vague figure of the man on the edge of the altar.

The man’s body was painted with complicated tattoos—but it wasn’t like a QR code like the one on Song Shuhang’s body. Instead, the tattoos were proper ancient witch tattoos.

Song Shuhang carefully considered these tattoos.

Perhaps the secret is hidden in this tattoo?

He zoomed in on the picture on the phone.

After staring intently for a moment… he looked up at the sky and let out a sigh.

Song ‘Knows Nothing About Ancient Witch Tattoos’ Shuhang.

Whenever he couldn’t understand something at all, he could study it and figure it out.

Song Shuhang also zoomed out the picture on the phone, and carefully looked at the overall picture.

Suddenly, he softly said, “Eh?

For a moment, he felt that this hazy-faced person was himself.

The wound on his wrist seemed to appear on his own arm, bringing him fierce pain.

It seemed that there was a steady flow of blood flowing out of his body, and falling onto this altar.

After a while, a vivid sense of blood loss and weakness surged in his body.

Song Shuhang felt cold all over. He began having difficulty breathing, causing him to lose oxygen, and start sweating all over.

Excessive blood loss had such a symptom?

Song Shuhang recalled his memories of using the secret appraisal technique… At that time, blood gushed out of his body like a fountain, but after taking some medicine and receiving a healing technique, he would quickly recover.

“Om~”

While he was in thought, Song Shuhang heard a buzzing sound in his mind.

It was as if a huge swarm of bees was buzzing in his mind.

Song Shuhang closed his eyes, and shook his head lightly.

After a while, after feeling the buzzing sound in his head dissipate, he opened his eyes again.

He was still in the girl’s studio.

However, behind him, he could feel a warm touch.

The warm feeling dispelled the chill his body was experiencing.

Afterward, a pair of hands made of golden light gently supported him, and pulled him into its embrace.

They were the arms of the virtuous lamia.

She’s entered this illusory world?

In other words… the game has been broken?