Anyone Dares Bully you, Call Uncles! novel Chapter 862

In the dimness of the abyss, the cave faintly shimmered due to Lilly's talisman.

Lilly stuck a talisman to Ivan's forehead, and suddenly his face became clear. What was once a fair, handsome visage now bore deep ravines.

His face became so gaunt that it lost its former appearance, but his eyes gleamed brightly, fixated on her for a moment.

Pablo heard the commotion and inquired, "What happened?"

Lilly was startled and replied, "Master, Ivan has withered away!"

"His face looks like it has been sucked dry through a straw... he's turned into a little old man!"

Had he been eroded by the mist?

Lilly was shocked. Ivan had only been here for a few months before transforming into an old figure...

She hastily touched her own face and pinched it.

Everything was fine. She had not turned into an old lady; she was still a young girl!

Otherwise, her grandmother would be distraught when she returned...

Pablo shrugged.

He's just wrinkly…

Everything's fine as long as he doesn't die.

Whenever Pablo saw this kid, he could not help but feel a sense of unease, as if his fate had been tampered with, destined for his identity to get stolen!

Couldn't he escape this feeling of melancholy?

Pablo paid little attention to Ivan's appearance and focused on the surroundings.

Lilly acted swiftly as well, summoning Ivan's soul so they could return as soon as possible.

They stayed there for too long.

Lilly brought her index finger and middle finger together, raising them to her forehead. Her once soft and cute face took on a more serious expression, her eyes filled with determination.

"The sky is clear and the earth is spiritual... may the soul find peace, unhindered by the body, with the three souls and seven souls..."

This was the second time she summoned Ivan's soul, and a memory flashed through Lilly's mind. When they first met, Ivan had been kidnapped. She found him in the forest, covered in blood and his soul was missing.

A hint of doubt flickered in Lilly's heart, wondering why Ivan's soul was so easily lost...

But the thought quickly dissipated as she focused on summoning his soul, her decree spreading through the abyss like an eternal call.

Within the abyss, a human face was veiled by layers of eerie fog. In this chaotic realm, the face appeared blurred and indistinct.

It drifted aimlessly amidst the mist, rising and falling.

Ivan's soul retained only half of its face, and after three months, it had been consumed by the mist to an even greater extent, on the verge of dissipation.