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Chapter 849 Is Ivan Dead?

Ivan’s dead?

Lilly’s eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at the face before her. It was undoubtedly Ivan’s face, but it appeared

distorted as if consumed by a desire to devour Aunt Ugly and the cowardly ghost.

Finally, everyone saw the true nature of the eerie fog in the abyss–it was comprised of countless fragments of

deceased souls. These shattered souls were fused, creating the unsettling “fog.”

“No way! Ivan was so handsome. How could he die just like that?” exclaimed the harem ghost.

If Ivan was not dead, how could his face dissolve into this peculiar mist of departed souls?

“Ivan!” Lilly desperately clasped her hands together, attempting to rouse him from his state.

However, Ivan’s face remained unresponsive, fixated on dragging Aunt Ugly into the abyss.

In a state of desperation, Lilly had no choice but to gather all the ghosts in her jar of souls.

Now, only Polly and Lilly remained in the abyss.

“Don’t come any closer!” Polly shouted in terror.

Ivan opened his enormous, blood–stained mouth and lunged forward, narrowly missing Polly’s tail by a hair’s

breadth.

“Ah… my butt!” Polly recoiled abruptly and sought refuge in Lilly’s hair.

“Ivan” showed no interest in devouring the fragmented souls; he seemed aimless, floating for a while before

suddenly fixating on Lilly once more.

“Hey…” He circled Lilly, his gaze fixed upon her as if contemplating whether she could be consumed.

“Ivan!” Lilly lay on the stump, which continued to sink, and Ivan’s face followed suit, maintaining his unwavering

stare.

No response came from him despite her desperate calls.

At that moment, a dark silhouette emerged from beneath the abyss. It was a scalp, bloodied strands of hair clinging

to it, a mere palm–sized fragment.

The cowardly ghost within the jar of souls had been observing the situation and urgently spoke up, “Lilly, it’s time to

go up!”

Perched upon the femur, Lilly gazed down into the abyss.

The darkness was impenetrable, concealing whatever lay below. Faint sounds of whimpering, crying, and Haughter

echoed from beneath, filling the air with a chilling and cacophonous atmosphere.

Lilly surveyed her surroundings and detected the sound of rushing water emanating from the nearby cliff. A

waterfall materialized before her eyes.

“Ivan!” Lilly called out once more, but her plea yielded no response.

Instead, her shout seemed to draw Ivan’s face closer…

Uncertain of his intentions, Lilly found herself confronted by the scalp right before her.

Anxiety gripped her, leaving her unsure of what course of action to take.

Finally, Lilly clenched her teeth and extended her hand, striking Ivan’s face with force.

“Puff!”

Ivan’s face disintegrated instantly.

Lilly was dumbfounded.

Would he believe her if she claimed it was unintentional?

The cowardly ghost interjected, “Lilly, jump onto that skull!“.

Gritting her teeth, Lilly leaped onto the scalp, balancing herself firmly on its surface.

She hesitated, contemplating whether she should descend a bit further and follow the leg downwards…

The cowardly ghost’s voice broke through, “Ascend first, we still have two chances!”

Helplessly, Lilly watched as the leg sank into the mist, vanishing from sight.

Ivan’s face had been consumed by the peculiar fog, rendering her unable to distinguish which fragment was his.

An unsettling coldness enveloped her limbs, and an even more disconcerting question lingered…

Is Ivan still alive?

Finally, they reached the top of the abyss, and the cowardly ghost swiftly guided Lilly to a safe spot.

“If he’s dead, there’s no point in descending to retrieve his corpse. Taking such a huge risk without any knowledge

would be futile,” the cowardly ghost explained.

“If he’s still alive, he must be facing formidable challenges in his current state. Venturing onward without

understanding the situation might lead us to share his fate,” the cowardly ghost continued, embracing Lilly. “I

understand your urgency, but patience is key.”

Lilly could only try to calm herself down.

She could not help but feel like a failure. She had believed herself to be strong, but in the face of the abyss, she

realized her weakness.

She desired strength, an immense strength, to overcome any obstacle.

What Lilly did not realize was that if she had arrived here a month ago, she wouldn’t have even been able to

approach the abyss, let alone continue onwards. She had indeed grown stronger, but she was unaware of it.

“There’s a waterfall at the bottom,” Lilly pondered for a moment and suggested, “I saw a stone platform jutting

out. We can descend there.”

The cowardly ghost began to draw on a piece of paper, calculating the time intervals between the next two

opportunities.

“After the first one ascends, it takes… and the time it takes for the second one to ascend is… Let’s calculate the

time when the two meet, roughly…” he murmured, sketching and scribbling. Eventually, he concluded, “It should

take about an hour, and it will take us around ten minutes to descend to the waterfall. Once we reach the waterfall,

we can check if Ivan is there. We’ll have approximately fifty minutes to find him…”

Lilly hugged the cowardly ghost tightly. “Thank you, Michael!”

Without his assistance, she would not have been able to calculate such details. This was a problem that only Josh

could handle.

With their preparations complete, Lilly embarked on her descent once again!

This time, a pair of floating ribs emerged, and the harem spirit carried Lilly on them. Before descending to the

bottom, she entered the jar of souls.

They drew nearer to the waterfall.

Yet, the mist no longer showed Ivan’s face.

Polly nestled against Lilly’s neck and whispered, “Lilly! It’s so cold! There’s no warmth!”

Lilly’s unease grew with each passing moment. Somehow, she sensed that something ominous was on the

horizon…