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But it still felt like a futile effort. As I pulled urgently, it suddenly triggered an old ailment; my chest felt as if it had been ignited by a fierce flame, burning with pain.
Slowly, the fire spread to my throat. Suddenly, overwhelmed by the heat, I spat out a mouthful of blood. Not only did it splatter onto Zhang Tong, but several Yin Soldiers were also stained with my blood. However, the effects were entirely different. Zhang Tong seemed to awaken in shock; upon seeing the blood on my chest, a look of concern crossed his face. The Yin Soldiers, on the other hand, howled like they were set ablaze by ghostly flames. I quickly pulled Zhang Tong behind me and retreated swiftly.
After being tainted by my blood, Youlan's body emitted green smoke, and its expression appeared to struggle intensely. It seemed to sense Zhang Tong's presence and actually brandished a scythe, chasing after us. The situation was exceptionally bizarre.
They floated closer and soon blocked our path.
I took a few steps back with Zhang Tong in a daze, but when I turned around, I found a line of Yin Soldiers standing behind us—caught between a rock and a hard place!
Fat Ma had just witnessed the effect of my blood on the Yin Soldiers, which caused them harm and made them emit green smoke. Seeing my predicament, he bit his fingertip without hesitation, causing a drop of blood to burst forth. He was overjoyed and immediately limped toward me, shouting, "Old Sun! Fat Master is here to save you!"
The Youlan Yin Soldiers seemed oblivious to Fat Ma's arrival. However, when the Fat Ma's blood-stained finger touched one of the Yin Soldiers, it had no effect whatsoever.
The Yin Soldiers remained as they were, while Fat Ma's hand passed straight through one of them as if it were air.
Fat Ma was momentarily stunned before letting out a ghostly scream and quickly regaining his composure. His expression was nothing short of spectacular as he finally said, "Brothers, I'm just passing through; I'll be on my way..."
The Yin Soldier glanced back at Fat Ma.
Fat Ma took off running for dear life. Fortunately, the Yin Soldiers did not pursue him and continued to surround Zhang Tong and me.
"You go first!" I urged Zhang Tong.
I realized that these Yin Soldiers seemed to be targeting me specifically. I didn't want Zhang Tong to take risks for my sake, so I wanted her to retreat first. But Zhang Tong refused.
With no other choice, I decided to leave alone.
I took a deep breath and before Zhang Tong could react, I started running away. Sure enough, I wasn't mistaken; several Yin Soldiers quickly chased after me.
Though tense, I felt a sense of relief at the same time.
“Sun Tuliang!” Zhang Tong shouted my name.
I looked at her anxious face and gestured for her to step back.
“Old Sun, hold on! Fat Master will come to save you,” Fat Ma yelled again.
Chen Yutou and the others dared not approach.
I took a step back, and they followed me closely. I could see their expressions; they seemed resentful about the bloodshed from before.
Suddenly, a Yin Soldier began chanting ghostly verses. I listened closely; it sounded like a soul-calling song.
“Damn, they actually want to summon my soul,” I cursed under my breath.
“Well then, don’t blame me for going all out,” I said as I took a knife and made a cut on my hand. Blood flowed out, and after coating one palm with it, I prepared to wrap it tightly with a bandage.
The Yin Soldier continued reciting the Ghostly Script. Suddenly, I felt unwell; my head felt like it was about to explode, and I was losing control.
At that moment, I heard someone calling me again—it was her. Her voice seemed to have a magical quality that made me feel a bit better. Struggling to move, I wiped my blood-coated hand against the Yin Soldier. A puff of green smoke accompanied by a scream erupted as the Yin Soldier staggered back slightly, appearing weaker.
The other Yin Soldiers saw this and began chanting the soul-calling Ghostly Script in unison.
At this point, I could no longer control myself. I watched as another version of myself emerged from my body. He looked frail, thin, and somewhat ethereal, trying to pull away from me.
I wanted to grab him, but it felt like trying to grasp air.
My heart felt like it had torn open a fissure, the pain becoming more profound.
I let out a horrific scream. My knees slowly buckled, bringing me down to the ground.
At that moment, the mysterious figure standing nearby could no longer hold back. He stepped toward me but was stopped by Fish Head Elder just as he was about to move.
"This is the Soul Guiding Ritual; it will succeed soon," the Fish Head Elder said.
As they waited in silence, Fat Ma and Zhang Tong were as anxious as ants on a hot pan. The Mud Man also sensed something was off, seemingly grasping the nature of the so-called secret.
She stared blankly for a moment before moving towards me like Arrow Feathers.
Suddenly, someone blocked her path.
Zhang Tong recognized the newcomer and exclaimed, "Professor Sun!"
Fat Ma also recognized him at once. This old fellow had disappeared for so long; how could he suddenly reappear? Although he wanted to know the answer, now was not the time to ask.
"Step aside."
"I can't let you through."
Without hesitation, she launched an attack on Professor Sun, who seemed to have undergone a transformation as he countered her moves. The two exchanged over twenty blows in quick succession.
An expert could tell that they were holding back lethal strikes.
However, neither could gain the upper hand, resulting in a stalemate.
Meanwhile, my situation was deteriorating rapidly; the ethereal figure emerging from my body was about to completely detach from me.
The scene was truly astonishing.
"Fatty, if you don't want Old Sun to get hurt, stop him quickly!" she shouted.
Fat Ma seemed to understand now.
Though somewhat confused, he reasoned that a girl with the face of Hills couldn’t be a bad person! Fat Ma's body reacted instinctively as he rushed towards me, calling out my name repeatedly.
Then he called for the Mud Man to help.
The Mud Man hesitated for a moment, but eventually stepped forward towards me.
However, after just a few steps, he was stopped by someone.
It was Song Ran and an unknown old man with unclear intentions.
“Fatty, you can’t go,” Song Ran suddenly shouted.
Looking at the two identical faces, Fat Ma really didn’t know whom to believe.
So he asked, “Who do you think you are? I’m going to save my brother.”
Song Ran grew anxious and shouted, “I am Hills…”
This revelation hit like a bombshell, leaving everyone in a state of confusion. While Fat Ma was still in shock, ‘Song Ran’ took the opportunity to knock him down!
Fat Ma cursed loudly. He tried to struggle but found himself immobilized as if Song Ran had pressed on his pressure points.
“Who the hell are you?” Fat Ma asked angrily.
‘Song Ran’ looked into Fat Ma’s eyes and declared firmly, “I am Hills…”
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