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The moon shone brightly, and the stars were few, as if a thin veil of mist hung between heaven and earth, creating a hazy atmosphere. When the night breeze blew, a hint of coolness accompanied it.
In the darkness, four figures moved swiftly—myself, Zhou Zhen, Mao Guoxue, and Grandma Jiang.
I walked beside Zhou Zhen, my gaze fixed on the figures of Mao Guoxue and Grandma Jiang ahead. I whispered, "Uncle Zhou, do you really think this method will work?"
Zhou Zhen continued walking forward as he replied, "Don't worry; we will definitely find Yang Yi."
I nodded lightly, but the weight in my heart did not lift. Even if we found Yang Yi, it didn't necessarily mean we would locate Mu Yan.
I had seen the method Mao Guoxue was using before; it was the same as what Mao Shiba had used last time—asking a crane for directions. The only difference this time was that Mao Guoxue not only used a crane but also wrote Yang Yi's name on the talisman.
According to Mao Guoxue, as long as Yang Yi was still in Jintan, we would surely be able to find him.
Of course, in such a short time, how could Yang Yi possibly leave Jintan?
That was why Zhou Zhen answered so confidently.
However, despite that confidence, we had already been searching for over an hour since leaving Upper Clear Academy without any sign of Yang Yi. That was why I felt a bit anxious.
Suddenly, Mao Guoxue and Grandma Jiang slowed their pace.
Zhou Zhen and I quickly followed suit, our eyes focused ahead. Zhou Zhen frowned slightly at Mao Guoxue and said, "Something seems off up ahead."
Mao Guoxue nodded, his expression serious. "The killing intent is strong."
Grandma Jiang also wore a grave look as she gazed forward and quietly added, "And it's not just the killing intent."
Upon hearing this, Mao Guoxue's gaze sharpened as he looked ahead again. After scrutinizing the scene before him, his brow furrowed even deeper.
Although I couldn't discern what was happening up ahead, I could sense that the atmosphere there was indeed different from what lay before us.
The night was shrouded in a faint mist, illuminated only by the hazy moonlight. However, ahead, the sky appeared vastly different; it was pitch black, as if enveloped by a massive shadow.
“Dark clouds overhead, killing intent soaring to the heavens, gathering yet not dispersing; clearly, someone is performing a ritual there,” Mao Guoxue said with a tone of anger after a moment of contemplation.
“Could it be Yang Yi?” I instinctively thought of Yang Yi.
As soon as I spoke, Mao Guoxue's gaze fell on me, his brow slightly furrowed, but he said nothing further. Instead, he turned back to face the front and took a deep breath. “Let’s go take a look. Zhou Brother, keep an eye on Xiao Lin in case anything dangerous happens.”
Zhou Zhen replied with a serious tone, “Don’t worry, Guoxue Brother. Xiao Lin’s safety is in our hands.”
Grandma Jiang remained silent but did not refuse.
Then we moved forward, our expressions complex as we approached the ominous place.
I understood that both Mao Guoxue and Grandma Jiang must have felt uneasy. Not only were they from the Taoist Nine Meridians alongside Yang Yi, but they had also spent considerable time together and were quite familiar with each other.
However, with the emergence of this mysterious man in black, if that figure turned out to be Yang Yi, it could very well signify a rift in their relationship.
Of course, I didn’t dwell on these thoughts; I wasn’t close to Yang Yi at all.
What worried me most was Mu Yan. I feared that if she had truly fallen into Yang Yi's hands, something terrible might happen—or perhaps it already had.
Yet amidst my worries, I felt an intense contradiction within me. This concern for her made me feel extremely uncomfortable and awkward.
Though I knew it was natural for a person to feel this way, I was deeply afraid—afraid that I had fallen for her.
After all, humans and spirits are worlds apart, aren’t they?
Before long, following Mao Guoxue’s lead, we drew closer to the place where the killing intent surged into the sky.
At that moment, I could vaguely hear a series of sounds resembling ghostly wails and howls, accompanied by a chilling wind that seemed to drift aimlessly, creating an unsettling atmosphere that made it hard to distinguish whether it was the wind or something else.
However, I noticed that the expressions on Mao Guoxue and Grandma Jiang's faces were becoming increasingly grim.
Soon, as we drew closer, the ghostly wails became clearer, and this time I could be certain that it was not just the wind.
It was truly the sound of ghosts crying out, accompanied by the metallic clanging of bells. Before my eyes, a terrifying scene unfolded.
Yang Yi, clad in a Taoist robe, stood in an open area ahead. In his right hand was a Peach Wood Sword, while his left hand tightly gripped a bell that he shook continuously, chanting incantations under his breath.
The sight before him was even more horrifying. Several runes glowing with a faint blue light swirled around in a radius of dozens of feet, as if that space had transformed into a cage.
Vague figures drifted back and forth within it, emitting piercing cries of anguish. I realized that the ghostly wails were emanating from this very place.
These must be malevolent spirits filled with intense Killing Intent.
Suddenly, one of the indistinct figures came to a halt, its gaze locking onto me in an instant.
"Scalp."
Almost simultaneously, my eyes widened in shock as I recognized it—this was the Scalp that had been taken away last time.
A few days ago, it had suddenly vanished. When Mao Shiba asked Yang Yi about it, Yang Yi had said it was dealt with. Yet now it appeared here—what could this mean?
I couldn't comprehend it; I didn't understand.
But my confusion did not mean that Mao Guoxue and Grandma Jiang were equally perplexed. Upon witnessing the scene before us, Mao Guoxue's face reflected not just seriousness but also anger.
My earlier exclamation had clearly caught Yang Yi's attention; he had stopped his actions and turned to look at us.
When he saw our group standing there, he was clearly taken aback and frowned slightly.
But he quickly masked it, feigning surprise as he said, "Grandma Jiang, what are you doing here?"
"Hmph, I heard you ran out in the middle of the night wearing that dark outfit. Since I had nothing better to do, I came along with them to see what you were up to," Grandma Jiang replied coldly.
Hearing this, Yang Yi immediately lowered his head and glanced at the side, where the black robe lay discarded at his feet.
Without Grandma Jiang needing to say more, his expression instantly turned grim.
At that moment, Mao Guoxue's gaze was fixed on the several runes glowing with a faint blue light in front of him. He looked exasperated and then angrily glared at Yang Yi, shouting, "Yang Yi, what are you doing?"
The black robe on the ground was the best evidence. I initially thought Mao Guoxue was so furious because he had already come to believe that Yang Yi was the Mysterious Black-Robed Man.
However, Zhou Zhen's next words made me realize there was another reason.
He stared ahead for a moment before exclaiming, "Oh no! It's the Seven Fiends Soul Locking Formation! Mu Yan is trapped inside!"
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