The second meeting with Mr. Ichimoku was evidently not so pleasant.
Though the first meeting wasn't much better either.
When Zhang Ze and Li went around the Ancient Wood and saw Mr. Ichimoku, they found this mysterious fortune teller was being suppressed beneath a Stone Stele.
The ancient Stone Stele pierced through Ichimoku's chest, and where it touched his body, there was no blood flowing, only shriveled, blackened roots weaving and growing.
The forest around him was the same, dark red roots protruded from the soil, emitting a faint aura of death.
Only one thing was alive.
It was the green bamboo that beckoned Zhang Ze to this place.
The bamboo sprouted from Mr. Ichimoku's head, shaking as Mr. Ichimoku's head swayed.
Because of the bamboo and Ichimoku's amiable face, the bizarre scene was not terrifying; instead, it seemed a bit comical.
"Young Master, you're here, could you please lend a hand..." Ichimoku brightened upon seeing Zhang Ze, looking quite cheerful.
