He Wangyao picked up the defensive talisman and almost cried; there was a charred burn mark on it.

The other person is right; something really did come by just now.

Yang Juntong: "You must protect me!"

He Wangyao was inwardly rejecting and devastated: "At best, I'm just a bronze-level player who dreams of becoming a king. How can I protect you? I can't even protect myself!"

What if the monster suddenly discovers that he has a pure Yin constitution that is highly nourishing and replenishes Yin, and eats him as well?

That's great! The two of them can get together underground and play cards... What a joke! They might end up eating everything up, and they might not even be able to become ghosts.

"Stay calm, don't panic. I think we can trust our boss." He Wangyao held the defensive talisman and ran to Gu Xu's door with the box in her arms.

He hesitated for a moment before the door was opened.

Gu Xu, wearing black silk pajamas, rubbed his temples and said, "Come in, you can sleep on the sofa."

He Wangyao was almost moved to tears: "Axu, you are such a good person!"

Gu Xu: "..."

No, he's not a great person; he just didn't want this guy to call Mingzhuo in the middle of the night and wake him up.

He Wangyao skillfully lay down on the sofa, while Yang Juntong stared thoughtfully at Gu Xu's back.

"Are you scared out of your wits? Get back into the bracelet right now!"

Yang Juntong didn't dare get too close to the other person, even though he was a living soul, he vaguely felt a natural fear of this person.

"Do you think if I wore this to the pajama party after the next red carpet event, I'd be the most handsome guy there, giving off a rich and noble vibe?"

Oh my god, this person looks so good! Their skin is so white it's practically glowing! They exude a cool, aloof, and captivating elegance! I want the same outfit!

He Wangyao: "...Hehe, you're really overthinking it."

——

In the city of Xiang, in a pitch-black room, the girl slumped to the floor, utterly disoriented.

"How could it fail? This is impossible!"

The room smelled of burnt incense and candles. She touched the ritual implements beside her: the soul-summoning bell, the soul-gathering bottle, and the incantation. Everything seemed fine.

However, she soon felt a warm liquid drip onto her wrist, one drop, two drops, three drops...

"I'm bleeding? Yes, this is a backlash..." She frantically reached for her phone, almost bursting into tears, "Master, please save me!"

In the pitch-black night, someone let out a soft sigh.

The girl looked towards the terrace, her eyes immediately lighting up. "Master!"

The newcomer sat on the railing, dressed in white under the moonlight, and stood beside him a huge, dark figure whose face was obscured.

The girl hesitated for a moment, instinctively feeling afraid of the thing.

"The ghost servant said you failed and came to inform me." The person walked over barefoot, gently stroking her cheek with his fingers and wiping away the blood flowing from her eyes.

Her voice was gentle, like a sigh: "How could you be so careless and hurt yourself like this?"

The girl blinked; she felt much better.

“Master, Yang Juntong’s agent must have hired a very powerful Taoist priest. I’m afraid I’m no match for him.”

The man smiled slightly: "You want me to help you?"

"Is it okay?" The girl's eyes lit up, and she took his arm.

"No, you have to do things yourself." The man's smile faded. "Hasn't the ghost servant been helping you all along? Try one more time, and maybe you'll succeed."

The girl had no choice but to sit down and begin trying to summon the spirit.

The man sat on the sofa next to her, watching her with a smile.

The room was dark, and the candlelight illuminated the girl's face, outlining a flawless curve.

But that's all.

"Pfft!" The girl coughed up a mouthful of blood. She felt her life slipping away and panicked. "Master, please save me!"

The ghost servant was in no better shape; his entire body looked as if it had been burned by something, and his skin and flesh were almost cracking open.

Its abundant life force was constantly draining away, making it increasingly difficult to maintain its human form.

The smile on the man's face vanished completely. He grabbed the Soul Gathering Bottle, and the ghost servant disappeared inside.

He caught the girl's body, and with a gentle touch of his palm, she calmed down.

"Even the ghost servant was injured like this, are there any Taoist priests in Xiangshi who are this powerful?" the man muttered to himself.

He put the girl down, casually sat down on the sofa, tapped the Soul Gathering Bottle with his fingers, and soon a ghost servant that had shrunk in size floated out and squatted down.

He reached out and placed his hand on the ghost servant's "head," then closed his eyes.

A moment later, he suddenly opened his eyes. "What powerful sword energy! Ghost Servant, you deserve to lose."

This is getting more and more interesting. He looked in a certain direction and a strange smile appeared on his lips.

——

As dawn broke, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The jade pendant stopped vibrating three hours ago, but no one dared to be careless, since no one knew if the other side would make a comeback and catch them off guard.

The Taoist priest, who was in the lead, bowed to his two friends who had come to help and thanked them.

Brother Jian hurriedly arranged for the Taoist priests to rest.

Master Xuanmiao took the phone from his disciple, glanced at the message, and was overjoyed, "Master Qinglian sent a message last night!"

The others quickly pressed, "What did Master Qinglian say?"

Master Xuanmiao's face was grave: "He cast a divination for us, and the result was a very bad omen."

Everyone's mood turned heavy. Last night, they had actually fought their opponents while defending the formation, but they could only hold on with great difficulty, feeling that the formation was about to break at any moment.

Strangely, Yang Juntong's mind remained clear and was never invaded by evil spirits.

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