Mo Han's nerves were tense, his mind spinning rapidly, each thought flashing by like lightning.
Suddenly, he remembered the breathtaking scene at the altar when Bai Ling activated the Crystal Ball, chanting something in a mysterious and eerie tone.
"Uncle, I remember!" Mo Han's voice carried a tremble, as if clutching at a lifeline. "Bai Ling chanted a Curse when she activated the Crystal Ball!"
Mo Han's uncle's eyes gleamed with a glimmer of hope, urgently asking, "Curse? What Curse?"
"I... I don't know." Mo Han's brows furrowed, those Curses were like shrouded in fog, elusive, "They were strange, I've never heard them before, like sounds from the heavens, or whispers of Hell."
Mo Han's uncle was extremely anxious, his voice slightly distorted. "Can you recall those Curses now? Even a little bit would be good!"
"I'll... I'll try my best." Mo Han closed his eyes, as if returning to that tense moment, every detail replaying in his mind.
