"It’s almost over," Zhao Xing glanced at the calendar. At this ti, the Calendar of Evil had already lowered to the minor level. "But it seems Duke Donghu has yet to return."
Standing in the courtyard performing a clear-eyed spell, Zhao Xing withdrew his gaze and saw several shadows flicker from another direction.
"Is that Li Chengfeng?"
As the light flickered, Zhao Xing saw Li Chengfeng walking out of the courtyard with a dark shadow standing beside him.
When the sound of the explosion ca, Chen Deshun and Li Chengfeng both looked in the direction of the explosion.
Li Chengfeng and Chen Deshun also saw Zhao Xing in the courtyard and Wu i outside the courtyard.
"What?! Chen Deshun was greatly shocked when he saw the skeleton. "He killed Wu i? Or was it soone else?"
Zhao Xing saw Chen Deshun and felt a pull on his life soul, the Karma Soul sensing and imdiately connecting him to the strawman in the Niu Family Mansion.
"Li Chengfeng, is he deluded or controlled?" Zhao Xing frowned, though he didn’t like this ’gentleman.’
But at this mont, Zhao Xing still shouted: "Li Chengfeng! Step back!"
The Yin Wind blew violently and blew towards Chen Deshun. When it reached Li Chengfeng’s back, it turned into a gentle breeze, trying to shake his soul and wake him up.
After the Yin Wind passed, it imdiately turned into Yang Wind, pulling Li Chengfeng towards another courtyard.
"Zhao, Zhao Xing..." Li Chengfeng turned his head, a blood drop appearing on his forehead with a thin needle inserted, three inches deep.
Li Chengfeng’s eyes towards Zhao Xing were extraordinarily complicated, filled with fear, surprise, and regret.
But Zhao Xing only saw a look of pain.
"Hmph!" Chen Deshun grabbed Li Chengfeng’s shoulder, the Evil Qi dissipating the Yin Wind, and quickly left into the night.
"He was controlled by the Blood Spirit Needle," Zhao Xing shook his head. He didn’t act out of kindness.
Helping out was only to give Old Chen so face.
This plan was led by Old Chen; if Li Chengfeng was captured, the credit would be greatly reduced.
But that was it. In such chaos, self-preservation was paramount.
Li Chengfeng and Chen Deshun disappeared.
Zhao Xing beca wary and retreated behind the Guardian Grassman, tying his legs with a rope inside the door.
At the sa ti, he commanded the strawman he had made: "Before dawn, stop from leaving the courtyard."
This command was also given to the Mountain Cat.
"It’s always good to be cautious." Zhao Xing wrapped layers of vines around his legs, letting the strawn encircle him. Then, he relit the eternal lamp and waited quietly on the steps for daybreak.
About fifteen minutes after Wu i’s death, Chen Deshun and Li Chengfeng appeared and then disappeared.
Another fifteen minutes passed.
Suddenly a familiar voice ca from outside the courtyard gate: "It’s over, co out."
Zhao Xing stood up and saw Chen Shijie’s figure outside the fence.
Over?
Zhao Xing breathed a sigh of relief and stood up from the steps: "Mr. Chen, are you okay? Where is my teacher?"
Chen Shijie nodded: "I am fine. The main leaders of the Xuantian Sect have been executed."
"But so have escaped. Most of the soldiers are pursuing, and I’m worried there might still be remnants here. It’s better for the clerks of the Minister of Agriculture Supervision to withdraw."
Zhao Xing, who had just untied the vines, froze upon hearing this and stopped.
"What, you don’t trust ?"
Zhao Xing closed his eyes, slowly retreated, sealed his hearing, wrapped himself in Yin Wind, and backed up to the table.
He reached out with his hand.
Indeed, the eternal lamp had already gone out.
’Chen Shijie’ looked over in astonishnt, the voice sounding in Zhao Xing’s mind: "Where did I slip up?"
"The real Chen Shijie would never refer to himself as ’this officer’ in private," Zhao Xing opened his eyes again when blocking his senses was ineffective. "You are very bold to still be here. Aren’t you afraid of Duke Donghu, or are you not afraid of Prince Nanyang?"
Zhao Xing was sowhat surprised, not expecting the incarnate Yin God of the Xuantian Sect to co to him personally.
Logically, the first stage of ’Yin Wind Entering Dream’ had passed, the second stage of capturing people had also passed, and it should be ti for everyone to run by the third stage.
But unexpectedly, it was like the first and second stages happened again.
Where did things go wrong?
"Duke Donghu was entangled by ," ’Chen Shijie’ said plainly, "But my incarnation cannot escape either. As you said, I’m not afraid of Duke Donghu, but I fear Prince Nanyang."
"I didn’t expect his face to be so influential and really invited him. Since I can’t escape, I might as well co to see you."
Zhao Xing said: "I’m just a minor clerk; why are you looking for ? Run away quickly. How do you know you can’t escape if you don’t try?"
"Hahaha." The Blood Spirit Venerable laughed. He could tell Zhao Xing was scared.
Fear is good, fear is good.
Just as he was about to say more, a gold light flashed in the distance, followed by a loud shout: "Zhao Xing, don’t open the door!"
The Blood Spirit Venerable glanced at Zhao Xing one last ti: "Friend, see you later."
Buzz ~
Then flas erged from the Blood Spirit Venerable’s body, and he disintegrated, self-destructing his Yin Soul.
By this ti, the real Chen Shijie had arrived, and Duke Donghu had returned to the statue in the room.
Swoosh ~
Chen Shijie jumped into Zhao Xing’s courtyard.
He was invited, so he could enter freely. This also proved the person before him was the real Chen Shijie.
"How are you?" Chen Shijie asked.
"I’m fine," Zhao Xing shook his head. "What happened just now?"
"It was the Blood Spirit Venerable," Chen Shijie said briefly. "But it’s over now."
Zhao Xing nodded.
He couldn’t help but think of the Blood Spirit Venerable’s last words.
Friend? What does that an?
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