If he hadn’t changed positions, his organs would have been trampled out, and his head crushed. After a while of tossing, the female ghost seed to realize she hadn’t found her position and began to wander around the room again. After about ten seconds, Yang Xiao was suddenly startled because the footsteps stopped behind him.
"I’ve been discovered..."
At this point, self-deception was aningless. The mont the footsteps stopped, Yang Xiao knew he had been exposed.
If given the choice, Yang Xiao might have flipped the table and run outside, but he had no choice now. The cold yin energy in the room greatly affected him; his legs felt as if they were frozen. He couldn’t even think about running, let alone bending.
The next second, Yang Xiao suddenly felt a chilly breeze sweep through the room, and, at the sa ti, he was shocked to find the incense in his mouth suddenly light up. It began burning at a visible rate, the incense smoke drawn out by so force, and when it stopped, it had burned away half its length.
The ghost sucked the incense, causing Yang Xiao to tremble continuously. This ti, it had sucked up almost 15 minutes’ worth of incense. Yang Xiao didn’t understand why the ghost favored him so much—was it because he was young and strong?
After sucking the incense, the female ghost didn’t linger and left with stiff steps. As expected, when the footsteps stopped, it was outside that sa wall.
Yang Xiao could already anticipate what would happen next. No matter where he hid, the ghost would find him, then suck away the remaining incense and kill him. He wasn’t sure how, but that didn’t matter anymore.
By now, there had been no movent from Director Nalan and Xiang Fengchen, which ant they must also be in trouble, probably facing a situation similar to his own. Their shadows had been exposed longer than his and likely suffered more from the yin energy. Otherwise, the Director wouldn’t abandon him even with a sliver of chance.
Now he couldn’t rely on the Director, the old demon Xiang Fengchen, or even himself. To survive, he would need external help.
He also figured out that tonight’s events likely originated from Zhang Songde’s mishandling, who must be thoroughly dead by now. This ant that the situation for Fang Zhou and Lou Huixiang was unclear, and seeking them out might only lead to more trouble. Now, the only people he could depend on were Jiang Qingluan and Chang Chuchu. Jiang Qingluan, being a decisive killer and a young priest of the Yi Sect, naturally had powerful thods. Even Xiang Fengchen spoke highly of her.
However, getting her to help voluntarily would be difficult since Jiang Qingluan didn’t know what they had encountered and might even suspect they were impersonated by ghosts.
He had to administer a strong dose, convincing her that he was genuinely in need of help and warning her that if she didn’t intervene, they would all die together.
"Splash splash—"
The sound of water echoed from the well once again, everything playing out like a rerun. In about ten seconds, the ghost would climb out of the well, and this ti, he wouldn’t have any chance left.
There was no other option; he had to take a gamble!
Holding incense in his mouth could confuse the ghost but also restrained him. Yang Xiao quickly reviewed what he had to do next in his mind. Although it wasn’t perfect, it was all he could do—success or failure hinged on this mont!
The sound of the well rope being pulled grew more grating. Yang Xiao started his move, spitting out the incense and struggling to get up. He grabbed the incense with one hand and staggered toward the door, not forgetting to close it behind him to buy so ti. If he fell, he imdiately got up and rushed toward the room in the center.
"Jiang Qingluan, co out and help!" Yang Xiao shouted at the top of his voice, charging directly at the door adorned with two Gate Gods. He grabbed a corner of the paper Gate God, threatening, "Co out, or I’ll rip off your Gate Gods!"
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