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Seeing this situation, I felt a chill in my heart and instinctively took a few steps back, raising my arm to try to shield my face.
"Get out of the way!" Yao Long suddenly shouted beside me, seemingly wanting to summon the Void Spirit to block the Evil Spirit before us. However, just as he moved to stand in front of me, he was pushed aside by the man holding the candlestick. The man then drew his Black Soldier from his waist and struck the Evil Spirit on the forehead with the hilt, pushing it back.
The Evil Spirit staggered backward from the attack, and the man seized the opportunity to pull out several talismans from his robe, swiftly sticking them onto the Evil Spirit.
As soon as the talismans made contact, the Evil Spirit seemed to become immobile, standing there with a fierce expression and roaring. Meanwhile, the man who had slain Dao remained unfazed, his eyes fixed on the Evil Spirit as he chanted incantations.
With each word of his spell, the talismans on the Evil Spirit began to burn and slowly seep into its body.
After a moment, when the talismans had completely burned away, the figure of the Evil Spirit before us had returned to its original form. "Junior Brother, how are you?" The man quickly stepped forward to catch him as he was about to fall.
"I'm fine. Shixiong, you need to find others quickly; many people have been possessed by Evil Spirits. Hurry! It will be too late if you wait!" The man nodded in response and turned to us. "You can't use your powers right now, so don't follow me. I can handle these Vengeful Spirits alone. You should go back with him." He pushed the rescued man towards me and stepped into the darkness ahead, leaving behind the oil lamp he had initially held.
"Take care of yourself!" I shouted into the darkness ahead, only to hear my own echo reverberating through this mountain "palace."
"I'm fine dealing with these things, so don't worry," said the rescued man. Although he appeared somewhat weak at that moment, he did not collapse, likely due to their usual training.
Thinking about it, I said, "That may be true, but we should still be cautious..." Suddenly remembering that he had saved me twice without even knowing his name, I asked, "Brother, may I ask what your Shixiong's name is?"
"His name is Mo Lin," he replied.
I found it a bit strange that he also had the surname Mo since it wasn't very common. So I asked, "Mo Lin? Could he be related to Mo Shu Old Senior?"
"No, actually we're both orphans; our master took us in when we were young. He gave us names at that time. By the way, my name is Mo Yu."
Upon hearing this, I felt enlightened and couldn't help but respect Mo Shu Old Senior even more. After all, raising so many children must have been quite a burden for him.
But then, a thought crossed my mind, and I felt a twinge of doubt. Where did he find so many orphans? What was the hidden truth behind this?
At that moment, my mind was in chaos, and an inexplicable sense of dread rose within me. Seeing that I was silent, Mo Yu asked, "Is there something wrong?"
"Nothing, nothing..." I snapped back to reality and said, "I was just thinking about something else... We should leave quickly; it would be troublesome if we encounter another Evil Spirit."
As soon as I finished speaking, Yao Long beside me warned, "No, that's not right. The Evil Spirit that was attached to you earlier hasn't been eliminated; it's still here!"
Just then, I saw Mo Yu's appearance begin to change. Veins started to bulge visibly on his face, and his eyes turned blood red in an instant.
"Not good!" Yao Long shouted and without hesitation kicked the transforming Evil Spirit away, then grabbed my arm and ran.
"What the hell! Is this never-ending? Wasn't it already taken care of?!" I cursed as I followed Yao Long back into the passage we had come from.
Yao Long ran ahead of me without looking back. "The one that was attached to him seemed to have been eliminated, but now he's possessed by another one! Besides, there are Evil Spirits everywhere around us! You can't see them because you haven't used the power of Void Spirit, but I can feel them clearly!"
"In that case..." Yao Long suddenly stopped. It was too dark for me to see ahead, and I bumped right into him. Fortunately, Yao Long reacted quickly and blocked me with his hand; otherwise, we might have ended up colliding face-first.
"Could you at least give a warning before stopping suddenly?" I complained irritably.
Yao Long replied calmly, "I just suddenly felt there's no need to run anymore. Since we're surrounded by Evil Spirits and they can't possess us anyway, why don't we think of a way to absorb them all? What do you think?"
Hearing this, I was somewhat surprised. "Wait, can you absorb spirits and turn them into your own power?"
Yao Long countered with a question: "Can't you do that? Go ahead."
I felt anger rising within me. If I had Jiang Ling with me, I would have acted long ago without needing your help. Thinking this, I instinctively opened my empty hands, unsure if he could see them. "Jiang Ling isn't with me; how am I supposed to awaken Void Spirit? So far, all I know is that I can use Jiang Ling to commit suicide to awaken Void Spirit; I don't know any other method."
Seeing my helplessness, Yao Long seemed eager to share with me his method of using the Void Spirit. However, just as he began to speak, a roar from an Evil Spirit echoed from the darkness behind me, its voice sounding as if it were right next to me, accompanied by a chilling wind that rushed straight at my spine.
"This isn't the time for that! We need to run!" I urged, pushing Yao Long to turn around as we hurriedly sprinted away together.
After running for a while, I felt that perhaps we had shaken off the Evil Spirit behind us. I finally stopped to catch my breath, but without the oil lamp left by Mo Lin, everything around me was pitch black. I couldn't see anything and had no idea where I was.
"Yao Long, where are you?" I called out, but there was no response from him—only the empty echo of my own voice.
"Did we get separated?" I muttered to myself, reaching out my hand to feel around for a wall to confirm my location.
At that moment, my hand suddenly brushed against a cold and hard object. It felt uneven, as if it had some kind of pattern on it.
"What is this..." I murmured, trying to push against it. As I did so, a creaking sound echoed from ahead, like an old door slowly beginning to open...
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