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As Li Zhisheng finished speaking, the atmosphere around us grew heavy, and an awkward silence settled in. Sensing the tension, I quickly stepped in to ease the mood, saying, "Alright, alright, I'm sure she didn't mean it. After all, she wasn't aware of the situation. Let's focus on what really matters."
With that, I patted the shoulder of the man in his thirties. "Isn't your master waiting for us? We should hurry to find him."
The man replied, "My master isn't here. He entrusted this matter to me and my junior sister."
"This..." Doubts began to creep into my mind. This was a matter of life and death; it felt concerning that only these two were sent.
Noticing my worry, the man said firmly, "I know you might not trust us completely, but I swear on my life that nothing will go wrong."
I thought to myself, "Just a moment ago, I almost fell victim to those invisible Vengeful Spirits. Now you're swearing on your life... how reliable is that?"
Though I felt this way inside, I couldn't voice it. "No, it's not that I'm worried; it's just that your opponent is your brother. Could this..."
"It won't be a problem. I won't hold back. After all, he's already dead and has indirectly caused the deaths of so many innocent people. For both emotional and logical reasons, I should end him myself. However, I will need your help..."
Seeing him about to get overly polite again, I quickly interrupted, "Alright, with your word, I feel reassured. Let's get moving."
With that settled, the others followed suit and headed toward the building where I had been staying.
Along the way, Yao Long and the man moved like a whirlwind, striking down every Vengeful Spirit that dared approach us.
Li Zhisheng and the woman silently trailed behind me.
As we neared the bottom of the stairs, the woman timidly glanced at Li Zhisheng's serious expression and quietly apologized, "I'm sorry; it's all my fault for speaking out of turn. Please don't take it too personally... I'm really sorry." She bowed slightly towards Li Zhisheng as she continued to apologize.
Seeing this, Li Zhisheng stopped and looked at her before responding, "One apology is enough. Besides, I'm not someone who holds grudges. I'm just worried about other matters right now; you don't need to feel too guilty."
After he spoke, I praised Li Zhisheng, saying, "You truly are a scholar—so magnanimous!"
Hearing this compliment, Li Zhisheng pushed his glasses up with a proud smile on his face. "Of course! I'm not just a scholar anymore; I'm well-rounded!"
"Yes, yes, you're the best," I agreed with a chuckle. At that moment, Yao Long overheard our conversation and turned back without missing a beat to chide Li Zhisheng. "Forget about Shen Xu for now; if you can still fight, hurry up and help instead of boasting!"
"Do these fools really need me to step in?!" Although Li Zhisheng said this, he still conjured a Black Sphere in his hand and rushed forward.
I sighed inwardly, thinking, "When did Li Zhisheng become so confident? He doesn't even need to act. Right now, Yao Long possesses not only the power of the Worm King but also the Void Spirit. If Yao Long uses Hatred now, I can't even guarantee that I could defeat him. Where does this confidence come from?"
With these thoughts, the five of us made our way downstairs. At this point, the chilling Yin Qi had vanished from around us, likely because Yao Long and the others had eliminated the ghosts.
Next, we all stepped into the elevator and soon arrived at the room where I had previously stayed.
Standing at the door, a wave of familiarity washed over me. After all, I had lived here for two or three years, so it was hard to avoid some nostalgic feelings.
Looking at the closed door, I was about to ask if they had a key when the man raised his hand without hesitation. Several dark shadows flickered on the heavy security door. Before I could react, the door was sliced into several pieces by the black sword shadows and crashed heavily to the ground.
"What are you doing...?"
"Desperate times call for desperate measures," he replied as he stepped inside with his sword drawn.
Once inside, although the room was pitch black, I could still sense that familiar feeling. I casually flicked on the porch light with a snap, and the room instantly brightened.
At that moment, on the floor of the living room directly opposite the porch was a white line drawn in a human shape, seemingly marking where the deceased had died. Nearby lay a pool of darkened blood. But apart from that, the room was completely empty; there was not a single piece of furniture or even their Underworld Gate in sight.
Standing in the living room, I looked around and asked, "Where is your Underworld Gate? Why is there nothing here?"
"Strange. I remember it being right here when we first discovered it," the man said, pointing with his Black Sword at the wall where the television used to be. Indeed, at the tip of his sword was an oval-shaped black-purple mark about a person's height.
Having seen the Underworld Gate twice before, I had some recollection of it. Looking at the residue on the wall, I muttered to myself, "It seems correct; this should be a mark left by the Underworld Gate. But why...?"
As I spoke, I moved closer to examine the mark. When I reached it, I instinctively raised my hand to touch it and see if it would trigger any reaction.
As my hand slowly lifted, Yao Long behind me gasped sharply. At that moment, everyone seemed to hold their breath in anticipation, readying themselves for battle.
"Could it be that he lacked enough power to sustain the Underworld Gate and exhausted it?" I murmured as my hand finally touched the cold wall.
Suddenly, my hand felt as if it had been electrified, and I quickly pulled it back. Li Zhisheng, seeing this, hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "What happened?!"
I took advantage of the overhead light to raise my hand and look at it. To my shock, the fingers that had just touched the wall were already turning purple from the cold. If I had delayed pulling my hand back even a moment longer, I feared my fingers would suffer frostbite and lead to muscle necrosis, necessitating amputation.
"This wall is unusually cold; you all must not touch it with your hands..." I warned everyone.
However, Li Zhisheng seemed to ignore my warning and quickly reached out, slapping his palm against the wall. "Hey, what are you doing?!" I exclaimed nervously.
But upon closer inspection, I noticed that he had struck a spot outside the black-purple oval mark, not within it.
"The area outside the mark isn't cold; it's about the same as an ordinary wall..." he said, cautiously moving his hand toward the mark.
At that moment, a black-purple light suddenly surged within the oval mark...
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