A Man Like None Other Chapter 6756 I trust you
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- The frequency of sacrifices in the Netherworld Abyss has drastically increased.
- David suggests halting the sacrifices to prevent a powerful entity’s full recovery.
- The old man, after deep contemplation, trusts David and agrees to stop the sacrifices.
The old man from the underworld fell silent, and something flickered faintly in the depths of his deep blue eyes.
“Originally, it was once every ten years.”
The old man’s voice was so soft it was almost inaudible, “Then five years, three years, one year and now, it’s irregular, every few days a sacrifice is needed.”
The old man from the underworld was completely helpless, as sacrifices had become more and more frequent recently.
“His condition is getting better. Each sacrifice speeds up his recovery, which is why the sacrifice time is getting shorter.”
“Continuing to offer sacrifices will only lead to death.”
David’s voice was clear and calm, “Instead of just watching it recover slowly and then devouring the entire Netherworld Abyss, it’s better for us to act before it recovers completely.”
The old man from the underworld closed his eyes.
The wrinkles on his face, under the dark red light, resembled cracks in an abyss, each etched with the burden and fatigue of thousands of years.
He was silent for a long time. Inside the cave, only the dark red light of the ore flowed silently, and the faint sound of the Youlan family’s joyful cries could be heard from outside the cave.
The cry, muffled and heard from a distance, penetrated the thick stone wall, but penetrated the last line of defense in the old man’s heart like a sharp needle.
He opened his eyes: “Okay. I believe you. Starting today, the Underworld Abyss will stop its sacrifices.”
As he finished speaking, his body hunched slightly, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders, or as if he had lost the crutch that had helped him for so many years.
A complex light radiated from those deep blue eyes, a mixture of relief, worry, and firm determination, as if someone had finally taken the first step towards a cliff.
David stood up and cupped his hands as a sign of respect towards the Underworld Elder: “Senior, rest assured, I will handle it well.”
The old man waved his hand, his voice filled with the tiredness of someone who had just been relieved of a heavy burden: “Go. I also need to rest for a while.”
David turned and walked out of the cave.
As soon as the curtain was lifted, the dark red light poured in again, casting her figure in a long, slender shadow.
The sounds outside the cave suddenly became clearer—the Youlan family’s cries, the chatter of the onlookers, and the creaking of the suspension bridge in the wind all invaded his ears.
David stood on the stone steps at the cave entrance, his gaze sweeping over the ghost cultivators.
His voice was not loud, but it was heard clearly by everyone: “From today, the Underworld Abyss will stop its sacrifices. I will handle the matter of the abyss.”
After hearing that, an eerie silence enveloped the room.
Several ghost cultivators standing closest to the bottom of the stone steps were the first to react. Their faces, under the dark red light, were like frozen ice, and then the ice suddenly cracked.