Lu Ziming was different. He needed to concentrate fully to dodge the Shadow Demon's sudden attacks, but now he was in a state of confusion and had been hit several times, so his movements were not as agile as before. He barely managed to dodge several times.
Seeing his disheveled state only fueled Lu Ziming's anger. He thought to himself more than once, if his strength hadn't been suppressed and he could still use the Light of the Mind, what was this Shadow Stepping Demon compared to that?!
The Shadow-Stepping Ghost is simply a method of injecting eerie power into the body of the person being stepped on by stepping on their shadow, using the shadow as a medium. This power then spawns a new Shadow-Stepping Ghost within the body, which drains the person dry.
Lao Tzu unleashed the light of his mind, standing still so you could step on his shadow, yet you couldn't break through the defense of the light of his mind!
It's just a pity that there are no "what ifs".
Just then, the Shadow-Stepping Ghost, who had been unable to step on Fang Xiu's shadow, seemed to lose patience and changed its target, walking towards Lu Ziming.
Lu Ziming's face turned deathly pale instantly, as if he were shrouded in the shadow of death.
At this moment, he no longer cared about dignity or humiliation, and immediately performed a more perfect sliding knee slide than Tong Yang, sliding to Fang Xiu's front.
After all, his physical abilities were far superior to Tong Yang's; Tong Yang skated two meters, while he skated at least three meters.
Knock knock knock!
"Captain Fang, spare my life!"
He clenched his fists, lowered his head, and his face was contorted with bulging veins, as if he were about to grind his teeth to powder.
Sensing the almost tangible hatred and humiliation emanating from Lu Ziming, Fang Xiu revealed a sinister smile.
"Hehehe... Not bad mood, get lost!"
Feeling like he'd been granted a pardon, Lu Ziming endured the pain in his knees and quickly got up and fled.
In contrast to his disheveled state, Fang Xiu strolled leisurely down the corridor.
He changed his position frequently, dodging attacks from two Shadow Devourers with ease.
After all, the monster hadn't been in the burial site for nearly two months and had eaten millions of snakes and insects for nothing.
Soon, Fang Xiu shook off the Shadow Demon and rejoined the others.
At the end of the corridor was a small garden, overgrown with grass and trees, with pavilions and waterside terraces among them. However, this beautiful scenery, shrouded in eerie darkness, only instilled a nameless fear, as if a strange creature might suddenly leap out of the woods at any moment.
The group moved very slowly through the garden, no one daring to make any rash moves. They kept glancing around, thinking three steps ahead before taking another, worried about violating some taboo.
It wasn't until Fang Xiu arrived that everyone regained their sense of direction.
Even if the people at the burial site know that Fang Xiu's target is their spirit, it's still better than dying at the hands of the supernatural right now.
If Fang Xiu wants to devour spirituality, he will have to wait until he breaks free from the suppression of the Zhou family. When that time comes, there may still be a glimmer of hope. This is the general consensus among the people.
Led by Fang Xiu, the group carefully made their way through the garden.
Suddenly, a gasp rang out from the end of the line.
"Who! Who tapped me on the shoulder!"
One of the people at the burial site looked utterly terrified, constantly glancing at the people around him.
I didn't take your picture.
"I don't have any either."
"Who would take your picture at a time like this!"
Everyone denied it, but the man's face grew paler and paler because no one was filming him. Did that mean that the person filming him wasn't human?
It's a trick!
His expression changed drastically. He quickly pulled open the shirt at the shoulder and took a closer look. He was immediately shocked.
In the pitch-black night, a blood-red handprint appeared on his shoulder, emanating a strong and eerie aura.
"It's a ghost! A ghost took this picture of me!"
"Damn it! When?!"
Everyone quickly and cautiously scanned their surroundings, fearing a sneak attack.
However, after scanning around several times, they still couldn't see the strange figure.
At this point, someone asked, "How are you feeling right now?"
The man with bloody handprints on his body said, his face pale, "I don't feel anything."
Everyone frowned. Did they feel nothing? Could the bloody handprint just be a prank by Gui?
The problem is, Gui Ke doesn't play pranks.
Suddenly, someone exclaimed, "You... your bloody handprint is spreading!"
"What!?"
The man was shocked and quickly looked at the bloody handprint. He saw that the original palm-sized bloody handprint had grown a full circle larger, almost covering half of his back. It had lost its handprint shape and was now just a pool of blood.
"Quick! Get me a knife, and cut this piece of skin off me right now!"
After all, he was a fourth-tier spirit master, and had survived in the burial ground for so long. Faced with such a bizarre scene, although he panicked, he did not lose his mind and chose the safest method.
Whatever the bloody handprint is, it's definitely not a good thing. Cut it off first.
A man who knew him well drew a dagger and walked toward him solemnly, pressing one hand on his shoulder and holding the knife in the other.
"Bear with it."
"Um."
Just as he was about to make his move, a miraculous scene unfolded: the bloodstains on the man's back vanished into thin air.
"Gone...gone!?"
Everyone was incredulous. What was going on? Could it be that this strange creature was afraid of knives?
But the man with the knife suddenly felt a warm sensation on his back, as if blood was flowing through him.
His expression changed drastically. He suddenly pulled open his back and saw an identical pool of blood on his back.
Upon seeing this, the crowd seemed to have agreed beforehand and quickly moved away from the man with the knife.
"You...you all!" The man with the knife clearly realized something, gritted his teeth, and charged directly at the crowd.
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