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Because Gu Chen had just turned his back to me, he did not see the scene unfolding behind him. As he turned around, he couldn't help but let out a cold snort, his expression darkening significantly.
At the entrance of the tomb, a thick layer of white mist began to rise. Illusory figures floated out from the grave pit like wisps of blue smoke, landing on the ground before us.
They were faces pale and varied, all dressed in ancient clothing. Their eyes were eerie, and they fixed us with strange smiles.
Zhou Zhen and Anfu had also noticed the situation and hurriedly stepped forward to stand beside Gu Chen. Their gazes were fixed ahead, their expressions grave. In just a moment, countless ghostly figures had gathered before us.
These spirits appeared to be both male and female, likely the burial attendants and servants. As they emerged, a chilling wind swept through the area, accompanied by ghostly wails that sent shivers down our spines, their cries piercing and unsettling.
However, it was clear that Gu Chen paid little attention to these ordinary spirits; what truly concerned him was likely the real master of the tomb.
As those spirits gradually approached us, Gu Chen said calmly, "Zhou Zhen, Anfu, I'll leave these to you."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Zhen and Anfu nodded. Although there were many ghosts before them, they felt capable of handling the situation. Moreover, Gu Chen was injured; some areas had only been bandaged that morning and he shouldn't make any sudden movements.
Silently nodding in agreement, Zhou Zhen set aside his theatrical robe and charged into the throng of spirits alongside Anfu. They flicked their fingers to cast talismans while chanting incantations, causing beams of talismanic light to erupt amidst the chilling cries of the ghosts.
"Disciple."
At that moment, Gu Chen suddenly called out to me. This was the first time he addressed me in such a manner. I quickly stepped forward and called out "Master," unsure of what he wanted.
Without further ado, he placed several Yellow Talismans into my hands and said lightly, "Hold onto these talismans; these spirits will be perfect for you to practice on."
Practice?
I quickly shook my head. There were so many ghosts; their pale faces nearly terrified me to death. How could I possibly practice on them? This was no joke!
I felt a wave of bitterness wash over me as I said, "But Master, I don't know anything!"
"I'll do it once, you watch closely," Gu Chen said calmly, leaving no room for me to object. He had already pulled out a Yellow Talisman and began chanting, "Heavenly Circle and Earthly Square, Ritual Command of Nine Directions, I now inscribe, Ten Thousand Ghosts Concealed, Urgent Command."
With his left hand holding the talisman, he quickly formed a sword gesture with his right hand. As his voice fell, he lightly tapped the sword gesture on the Yellow Talisman. The seemingly ordinary rune in his hand suddenly burst forth with a dazzling light, soaring towards the ghosts ahead. A series of piercing screams echoed as several ghosts within the range of the Yellow Talisman instantly turned to ashes.
I fixed my gaze on him, carefully observing his movements, memorizing the incantation he had just recited without daring to be careless.
Once he finished, he said no more but merely glanced at me and said, "Your turn."
Hearing this, I nodded and took a deep breath. I scanned the ghosts before me, trying to suppress my rising fear. Then I slightly closed my eyes, replaying Gu Chen's incantation and sword gesture in my mind before opening my eyes again.
The moment my eyes opened, a chill ran through my body; my hair stood on end in an instant. My face was filled with terror, and I couldn't help but take two steps back. I raised the Yellow Talismans that Gu Chen had just handed me in front of me and anxiously recited, "Heavenly Circle and Earthly Square, Ritual Command of Nine Directions, I now inscribe, Ten Thousand Ghosts Concealed, Urgent Command."
At that moment, I had no time to think because right before me appeared a pale Withered Face. Its eerie and cold gaze locked onto me as it lunged forward.
As it approached, I quickly mimicked Gu Chen's sword gesture and lightly tapped the rune before flinging the talismans forward.
However, the result left me momentarily stunned; a handful of Yellow Talismans fluttered in front of me and fell to the ground without any effect.
The ghost lunging at me paused briefly but quickly revealed a fierce expression and charged at me again.
Gu Chen stood not far from me; with a slight cold snort, he reached out to catch a rune from mid-air. He swiftly chanted an incantation and pointed into the air. The rune glowed brightly and directly obliterated the ghost that was attacking me.
"Uh..."
I felt a wave of relief wash over me but awkwardly glanced at Gu Chen and said, "Master, why did your incantation work so well for you but not for me?"
Gu Chen shot me a cold glance and replied, "Your sword gesture was incorrect."
As he spoke, he demonstrated the hand gestures once more and then instructed me to pick up the runes scattered on the ground. With a hint of annoyance, he muttered, "There's no way to exorcise like this; I've never seen anything like it in all my years."
Although his words weren't directed at me, I still caught his mumbling, which made me feel quite embarrassed.
However, when I followed Gu Chen's instructions again, everything worked flawlessly. I suddenly felt as if I had transformed into a master of Daoist Arts, feeling incredibly impressive.
At that moment, I even thought to myself that ghosts weren't as terrifying as I had imagined.
But just as this thought arose in my mind, it was quickly extinguished.
Soon, under the combined attacks from me, Zhou Zhen, and Anfu, the ghosts dared not approach any closer and scattered in all directions. My expression changed as I shouted, "Not good! The master wants to escape!"
I was alarmed; if so many ghosts managed to flee, it wouldn't be a trivial matter.
But Gu Chen remained calm. He slightly raised his head and glanced around before saying nonchalantly, "They can't escape."
Hearing this, I felt puzzled. But in the next moment, I saw those fleeing ghosts let out piercing screams and were violently bounced back from mid-air.
"It's the Seven Soul-Settling Nails," I realized as I looked up. It seemed there was an invisible barrier that stopped them in their tracks. Suddenly, everything clicked into place for me.
Gu Chen nodded slightly but then turned his serious gaze toward the entrance of the tomb and said gravely, "You and Zhou Zhen should prepare; the main entity is coming."
The main entity is coming.
Upon hearing this, our three gazes turned almost simultaneously toward the entrance.
The once restless ghosts suddenly fell silent, hovering at the entrance of the ancient tomb. Their previously sinister and fierce faces now appeared filled with terror.
With a slight frown, Gu Chen's words sent a shock through me, but I still wanted to see what this so-called true master was really like. Zhou Zhen felt the same way, so neither of us rushed to prepare; instead, we fixed our gazes ahead, just like Gu Chen.
Suddenly, the mist began to eerily disperse to either side of the tomb entrance. Just as I found it strange, a thick black fog surged out from the entrance of the ancient tomb.
Then, even more bizarre things began to unfold. As the black mist dissipated, it coalesced into a human form.
And that figure was none other than Professor Wang.
He slightly lifted his head, and indeed it was Professor Wang. The surroundings seemed to fall silent in an instant as all our eyes focused on him.
After he raised his head, his gaze immediately fell upon us.
When his eyes swept over me, I felt my heart skip a beat; it was as if my heart was about to leap out of my chest, causing my expression to turn incredibly grim in an instant.
I was certain that the person before me was definitely not Professor Wang because he had clearly died. This version of Professor Wang was likely the True Master of the Tomb that Gu Chen had mentioned.
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