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The fight was nothing like the glamorous fistfights seen in movies or on television. Instead, our fists merely brushed past each other. I landed a punch on his chest, while his hand only grazed my left shoulder with a forceful swipe. He missed, of course, and had to resort to using his feet. Just as he lifted his leg to kick me, I had already raised my foot and kicked him back several steps.
Some might say, "Look at you, a Taoist fighting like this! Are you bragging?" But I assure you, I'm not boasting; there's a method to it. Generally, when fighting, as long as you don't fall to the ground, your opponent won't use their feet to kick. Why? Because kicking can easily throw off one's balance. In real life, people who come in swinging their legs like in martial arts films are quite rare. When two normal people fight, they usually just throw punches. In my experience, unless someone is left-handed, they will typically lead with their right hand. So when I charged at him, I aimed for the right side of his chest—the area that protrudes the most. It was a significant advantage; I could tell he was anxious to come over and help.
Sure enough, a few seconds later, I heard the lock on the door rattle. The door was securely locked from my side, and he couldn't open it. Frustrated by his inability to get in, he began banging on the door, the sound accompanied by a stream of curses. I looked at the door, steady as a mountain, and shouted from inside, "Put some effort into it! Haven't you eaten?"
After I shouted that, the banging stopped abruptly, and the curses faded away. All I could hear were a couple of murmurs before silence fell. Confused, I turned around and was startled to see the Five-Color Lord silently holding the Long-Haired Spirit just inches away from me.
I stepped back with an "Eh?" as I looked at the serious expression on the Five-Color Lord's face. It struck me as amusing; did it ever get tired of frowning? While thinking this, I waved my right hand in front of the White-Haired Spirit's face—controlled by the Five Spirits—and with my left hand, I took out a talisman and placed it on its chest. Then I pulled out an object and held it in front of it while reciting the Soul Binding Spell aloud. The Long-Haired Spirit had already been significantly weakened by the Five-Color Lord, making it exceptionally easy for me to capture it. In just two minutes, I successfully sealed it within the object.
Once I finished capturing the spirit, the Five-Color Lord expressed a desire to return to its own object. I nodded in acknowledgment and was about to set up a formation to summon back the Five Spirits when suddenly there was a sound of keys unlocking at the door. Apparently, Sun Ming had gone off to search for a spare key. If it took this long to find one spare key, it seemed Sun Ming must not be very meticulous about life.
I halted my actions in alarm and decided against summoning back the Five Spirits; instead, I rushed over to brace myself against the door. If Sun Ming could look for keys, he could also grab a knife from the kitchen! If he barged in with a knife, even several lives wouldn't be enough for him to take.
Seeing me suddenly run over, the Five-Color Lord floated after me with that same serious expression on its face as if questioning why I hadn’t summoned it back yet. At that moment, I wanted to explain but didn’t know what spell would suffice for such an explanation.
With a click, the lock was turned open by keys from outside. I quickly re-locked it again and twisted it shut repeatedly several times before hearing more curses from outside.
Behind me came Miss Liu's voice: "What is he trying to do?" She had regained her composure but remained unable to move due to being restrained.
I didn’t turn around but casually replied, "I'm worried Sun Ming might be out there with a kitchen knife; we can't let him in."
Miss Liu then said, "I’m not talking about Sun Ming; I'm talking about that one behind you."
Hearing her say that, I felt a sense of dread wash over me. Turning around, I saw my dear Five-Color Lord had already removed the waist belt from its body and was slowly wrapping one end around its right hand, its face still devoid of any expression.
“Wait, wait, wait, my lord, what are you doing?” I began to panic. I knew all too well what this lord intended to do. It was just like the previous encounter with the Suction Demon; it had emerged without seeing any ghosts and was ready to drain me. This time would be no different. Its task was complete, there were no ghosts around, and if I didn’t send it back, it would surely drain me again. Its approach to handling matters was as emotionless as its expressionless face—there was no room for negotiation.
Some friends might suggest chanting spells or trying to bind it. However, that would be futile. The Five Spirits were required to return to their objects after completing their tasks, and with no other souls around, it had no obligation to stay and cheer for me or anyone else. So if it wanted to drain me, that was its right. At this point, aside from the spell to send it back being effective, all other spells would be useless. Of course, there were other methods employed by experts, but I wasn’t an expert; I was just a young Little Taoist.
I decided to twist my left hand tightly around the lock and stretched my foot toward the Cloth Bag, hoping to hook it over with my foot. I wanted to set up a formation to send this temperamental lord back first. Unfortunately, no matter how much I stretched my leg, I couldn’t reach the Cloth Bag.
With a loud thud, just as I was about to retract my cramping foot, the first strike from the Five-Color Lord landed on me. There was no pain, but I felt a sudden loss of strength. A chill ran down my spine as fear began to creep in; at this rate of draining, in just a few minutes I would be completely powerless. Even if Sun Ming didn’t have a knife, he could easily subdue me then.
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