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"Senior, you have trapped me in this maze but do not attack me directly. Isn't that proof that you don't wish to harm me? Then we can certainly..."
"Hehe, young one, do you think my refraining from attacking you means I am letting you go? I simply have no interest in you. The resolve of your kind, the Embalmers, is indeed a boon for Specters, but I find such mixed and impure things unappealing. What catches my eye is nothing but endless knowledge. Just like this stubborn old man with his rigid ways; though his personality is a bit eccentric, I actually quite like him—of course, from a culinary perspective... As for you, this maze itself can subtly dissolve any foreign elements within it. You can just stay here and become one with the natural beauty of these mountains and waters!"
At that moment, the clear voice sounded so chilling to Qian Mo. This guy actually wants him to become nourishment for the Mountain Water Maze in the most painful way possible?
"Senior, you're joking. Although I've only been an Embalmer for a few years, I still possess some strength. This landscape may be formidable, but it cannot capture me anytime soon. My status within the Embalmer lineage is certainly not an exaggeration. When a large number of reinforcements arrive, even someone as proud as you would find it difficult to handle..."
"You seem to be quite considerate of me. Well then, take a look at this first!"
A stream of light suddenly gathered from the distant mountains and formed a luminous screen before Qian Mo. On the screen, he could see Xuan Xiao kneeling in an office, cradling the unconscious Professor Liu. Scattered around Xuan Xiao were his painstakingly compiled summaries of mistakes and an unfinished reflection paper. Watching Xuan Xiao looking around and calling his name as if completely unaware of what was happening in the office... So where exactly am I right now?
"How about that? You don't need to worry about me anymore, do you? Now in this landscape, it's just the two of us. Young man, I hope what you said about your strength not being an exaggeration is true; at least then we can chat a bit longer... Waking up once every few decades does make one feel rather lonely and cold!"
The clear voice rang out again, laced with malice and a hint of smugness, as if indulging in wicked amusement.
"I'll talk to your grandfather! Are you perhaps gay? I'm not going to entertain you! Do you really think I'll waste my time here like a turtle with you, a Specter? No thanks, I'm leaving. By the way, I've already integrated the Locator spell into your maze; my earlier exchanges were just waiting for it to fully imprint on this landscape. Now that it's done, just wait for my Embalmer army to descend upon you! Of course, if you're willing to give up this Mountain Water Maze that contains so much of your hard work, that would be fine too; it would certainly make you bleed profusely, and I'd be quite pleased!"
Hearing the taunt from the Specter, Qian Mo's lips curled into an extremely arrogant smile. The previous probing, threats, softening up, and negotiations were all for the sake of that initial talisman! It seemed he had dispersed the Spirit Communication Talisman, but in reality, he had embedded the Locator into the Illusion, waiting for its complete imprint before launching his counterattack.
"Take a good look, ignorant Specter! My Spirit Communication Talisman is never something that cheap spiritual pens can withstand!"
As he spoke, Qian Mo clenched his right palm; a mark seemed to flicker on the back of his hand. Upon closer inspection, it resembled a brush surrounded by countless intricate patterns—extremely complex and adding a thick layer of mystery to that brush mark. When he opened his palm, a jade brush about the size of his hand emerged, its surface adorned with golden patterns and hovering above Qian Mo's palm.
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