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So Ma Rulong's unreasonable outburst wasn't anything unusual; it was just like joking around with a close friend.
Although I couldn't help Ma Rulong in any practical way, I could at least express my concern through words. I asked him how he was doing and if he had been hurt. Ma Rulong spat and said, "You little brat, you're such an ingrate! Look at how miserable I am, and you don't even offer to lend a hand!"
I gave a wry smile and replied, "With so many Yin Ling around, I'm just an ordinary person relying on this Amulet to hold on. How can I help you..."
Ma Rulong understood that I really didn't know how to deal with evil spirits, so he only complained verbally. Now that Jiao She Ling had returned, he immediately felt more confident and ran out to retrieve the compass, holding it tightly in his arms. Along the way, many Yin Ling attempted to attack him, but with Jiao She Ling entangled with him as a deterrent, none dared to approach easily.
What worried me most wasn't these ordinary Yin Ling, but the Old Ghost attached to Zheng Xuejie. Its power was many times stronger than that of these ordinary Yin Ling. Even now, it was still holding strong against simultaneous attacks from Ajan Master using both Voodoo and ghostly techniques. When Ma Rulong was rescued, Zheng Xuejie had already run over to Ajan. Without saying a word, she kicked one of the Ajan down to the ground.
That Ajan only had a coffin to use; the Dried Corpse Arm and bones were all used on Zheng Xuejie. Fortunately, the coffin had a deterrent effect on Yin Ling, and combined with the Invocation Spell he carried, it was difficult for ordinary Yin Ling to invade his body. But Zheng Xuejie was different; she was possessed, and relying on this body, the Old Ghost could do things that ordinary Yin Ling couldn't. For example, it could snatch that small coffin!
I watched her grit her teeth in anger as she kicked and hit the Ajan, shouting, "If it weren't for being in a sealed area, someone like you from a foreign land wouldn't even last a finger's worth of pressure! You bastard! You don't even care about the lives of the living; it's clear you're no good! Get rid of this thing for me, or I'll take your lives!"
Hundreds of Yin Ling gathered around at once; even those few surrounding me rushed over. I suddenly felt a weight lifted off my shoulders and felt much lighter all over. But the two Ajan were in trouble; surrounded by so many Yin Ling, with Zheng Xuejie causing chaos nearby, it didn't take long before one of them wielding the Yueye, due to his skull completely shattering without having time to react, became possessed. He stood there dazed and motionless.
Without his support against the pressure brought by the Yin Ling, the other Ajan cried out in despair. All his trump cards were used against this Old Ghost, and his only coffin began to crack; it probably wouldn't hold for long. Once the coffin shattered completely, his fate would be no different from that of the other Ajan.
As an Ajan Master, being possessed by an evil spirit would be laughable if told outside. Of course, if people knew it happened under such circumstances, they might still understand.
Regardless, an Ajan Master is traditionally seen as an exorcist and naturally wouldn't want to end up like those unfortunate souls they had witnessed before. His incantations never ceased as he continuously bled into the coffin from cuts on his body. All his jewelry was thrown around him; each piece served various functions—some for controlling spirits and others for warding off evil. It was thanks to these numerous methods that the Ajan had managed to hold on until now.
Zheng Xuejie's target had always been him because only an Ajan could lift the casted Voodoo. The Old Ghost didn't want to let Zheng Xuejie die; it needed this body for freedom. As long as it could control the Ajan, everything would fall into place. Perhaps due to prolonged delays, Zheng Xuejie looked somewhat thinner now, with large patches of her skin darkening. I didn't know what kind of cruel Voodoo that Ajan was using, but I could imagine it must have been extremely brutal.
The Old Ghost did not want to waste any more time, or perhaps it was enraged to the extreme. Countless Yin Ling howled as they came forth, and the previously possessed Ajan was torn apart, his flesh and blood flying everywhere, soon exposing his internal organs. Qin Senior Sister suddenly saw such a bloody scene and screamed in fright, hiding in my arms without daring to look up.
I was also terrified; earlier I thought this Old Ghost wasn't that fierce, but now it seemed I was completely mistaken. It needed us to leave this place, so it wouldn't easily kill. However, the existence of Ajan would only hinder it, making it easy for the ghost to kill without any psychological burden. It was obvious that once the other Ajan could no longer hold on and was freed from the Voodoo, he would undoubtedly meet the same fate.
Although I didn't know these two Ajan, anyone who came here with Second Uncle was trustworthy. They were fighting this Old Ghost for my sake, and some had already died because of it. I didn't want another to follow in their footsteps. Seeing that the Small Coffin was almost shattered, I shouted urgently, "You can't kill him!"
Both Ajan and Zheng Xuejie turned their heads simultaneously, perhaps thinking I was talking to them. I stared at Zheng Xuejie and said, "If you kill him again, then just kill us too. No one will help you get out; you'll be trapped here forever!"
Zheng Xuejie's face turned completely dark, like that of an African native. Her voice was as cold as an iceberg as she said, "You dare threaten me!"
I replied, "Why shouldn't I? If you kill him, you'll eventually kill us too. Since we're all going to die sooner or later, why should we help you?"
"As long as you all honestly help me leave this place, I won't kill you," Zheng Xuejie said. "But he must die; this kind of sorcery will dissipate once the person is dead. I need this body, so he has to die!"
"You're talking nonsense!" I shouted angrily. "The previous Ajan didn't use Voodoo on you; why are you killing him? You're nothing but a cruel Evil Spirit, pretending to be a good person!"
"You've gone mad!" Ma Rulong, holding a compass beside me, looked at me in shock. He surely couldn't understand why I would provoke that Old Ghost. What if it really went insane and slaughtered us all?
Of course, I had thought about that consequence. But seeing Ajan die tragically before my eyes, if I didn't even have the courage to speak up for him, how could I face them again? I've grown up following Second Uncle, and while I couldn't learn his cunning business mindset, I shared the same stubbornness. I believed that even if Second Uncle were here, he would shout out just like me instead of being too afraid of death to say a word.
If that were the case, he wouldn't be Second Uncle anymore and wouldn't deserve my admiration.
Zheng Xuejie looked at me coldly as if she were staring at someone about to die. That indifferent gaze sent chills down my spine. Although Qin Senior Sister didn't dare look up, she heard my words and quickly tugged at my clothes, whispering urgently, "Shen Yi, are you crazy? Don't provoke it anymore; we'll die!"
I turned a deaf ear and continued, "That body is my friend. You don't want her to die because she has value to you. But I also don't want her to die, so we have a common goal. As long as you are willing to stop, I will make Ajan cease his spell and no longer destroy that body. At the same time, I will do my best to find a portal to help you leave here. But the premise is that there must be peace here! If this continues, no one will end up well!"
Zheng Xuejie stared at me for a few seconds, then looked down at Ajan Master, who was lying on the ground with a wary and disheveled expression, and said, "If he can break this minor dark spell, I won't kill him. But you must not delay in finding the portal; it has to be quick. If you still can't find it after a while, I will kill him!"
"No way! We don't understand formations; we have to keep trying, so you can't set a time limit!" I protested.
Zheng Xuejie shouted angrily, causing objects on the walls to fly around and collide with a loud crash. Qin Senior Sister screamed in fright, covering her ears and not daring to look up. My fear was no less than hers, but as a man, even if I were to die, I had to stand tall. Death can be heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather. I might not become Mount Tai, but what if I were just a feather? Does that mean there is no dignity in being a feather?
After a while, everything fell to the ground, and ashes swirled in the narrow space, making it hard to breathe. At that moment, Zheng Xuejie's voice came through: "There can be no time limit, but you must ensure you do your best. If I detect any signs of delay, everyone will die, including you! Don't think that because you have protective talismans, I can't do anything about you. If I ruthlessly use several souls to drain your talismans of their power, you will be no different from the woman in your arms!"
I understood that I was not considered a threat to this Old Ghost, so I said, "In that case, let Yin Ling all step back, and then I will ask Ajan Master to help you break the curse!"
Zheng Xuejie grunted in acknowledgment without making any moves. The Yin Ling attacking Ajan Master immediately retreated and soon disappeared without a trace. However, this time she did not let Yin Ling conceal their presence. The overwhelming Yin Qi constantly reminded us that although the Yin Ling were gone from sight, they could reappear in an instant; thus it was best not to try any tricks.
Seeing Zheng Xuejie kept her promise, I quickly released Qin Senior Sister and hurried over to Ajan Master’s side to help him up and ask about his injuries.
Ajan Master’s face was pale; he looked down at his nearly completely damaged coffin and sighed deeply. Then he looked up at Zheng Xuejie with fear in his eyes but said nothing. I thought he had probably never encountered such a fierce evil spirit before.
I told him we had to remove the Voodoo from Zheng Xuejie; otherwise, none of us would survive. Ajan Master understood that even if the Voodoo could kill Zheng Xuejie, it wouldn't pose much danger to the Old Ghost. Moreover, he had already lost his strongest means of attack; if he tried any tricks again and angered the Old Ghost, death was certain—and it wouldn't be a pleasant one.
The bloody remains of the previous Ajan lay nearby as a grim reminder!
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