The dust all over the stone house outside had experienced countless years of precipitation. The interior of the stone house was spotless as if time had frozen yesterday. The interior was very simple with a set of a table and chairs as well as a bed.
What Alex and the others saw was a lady dressed in red lying on the bed… The lady, who looked about thirty years old, had fair, lustrous, and delicate skin and a full head of hair with a tall and graceful figure. Even when she was lying down, her stunningly curvy figure still could be seen.
What surprised Alex the most was that the lady was wearing the unique female outfit of America, the folk dress.
A bright red folk dress with an inlay of gold trim on it and a pair of long snow-white legs was fully visible before them. A red rope was tied to the ankle of her left foot.
Such a dress-up gave Alex a kind of misconception… Could it be that the person before him came from the Wasteland?
Who the heck was she? Why was she lying here?
“Is she… Dead?” The old pig looked at the woman on the bed. “She makes my hair stand on end somehow.”
Alex glanced at it. “You’re hairless, okay?”
The old pig replied, “That’s because you’ve never seen me with grown hair.”
“So, someone plucked all your hair out?”
“Pfft, I’m too lazy to be bothered with you.”
Joking around for a while had much decreased the tense atmosphere. The Mystic Maiden of the Nine Heavens nodded. “She’s dead, but she should have been very powerful when she was alive. Little Minion, go touch her foot to take a look.”
Alex froze. “Why do I have to touch her foot?”
The Mystic Maiden pointed at the red rope on the lady’s small calf. “This rope is of great origin. If you manage to untie it, it will be yours.”
The old pig’s eyes gleamed. “What treasure is that?”
The Mystic Maiden said, “Old Moon’s Red Rope.”
“What?!”
Alex was astonished. This should be a mythical item. Was it possible that it existed in reality?
The Mystic Maiden shook her head. “No, Pigsy is unsuitable. Anyhow, she was a strong person. Even if it’s just an immortal fixation, it possesses the dignity of the strong. Livestock can’t do it, but a little minion is suitable…”
Pigsy was extremely depressed. Since when did it become livestock? That was worse than a pet.
The Mystic Maiden continued, “The Old Cow’s Breathing Technique that I taught you before is incomplete, and there’s a follow-up. So continue trying again, I can teach you the rest.”
Alex stared at her and was speechless for a moment. He thought. ‘I have already said this woman is a troll. She only taught me half of the breathing technique. She’s so narrow-minded.’
However, he compromised when he thought about the greatness of the Old Cow’s Breathing Technique.
Once again, he took two steps forward and faced the corpse of the lady in red, slowly covering it with his divine sense.
Buzz!
A powerful mental domain opened up instantly.
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