บท 335: Twelve Ancestral Lunar Shamans

Su Ming had almost forgotten about that voice. It had been a long time since that voice last appeared in his memories.

Yet at that moment, when that voice appeared, Su Ming’s body was not the only thing about him that shuddered, his soul was also shaken.

That voice came closer, then went into the distance again. It drifted from place to place, just like when he heard it in the past, but there was also something different about it. That difference lay in the anxiety in that voice. That anxious voice sounded as if she was crying.

"Big brother… it’s almost too late now… Big brother…"

"Big brother, hurry up and wake up… wake up…"

"Big brother… he’s stopping…"

"Big brother…"

Su Ming opened his eyes swiftly, cold sweat having broken out all over his body. The moment he opened his eyes, all the voices he previously heard returned - the Fire Ape’s roars, Wu Duo’s words, and the boy’s eerie chuckles.