Su Lenghe sighed, "This evil god has some abilities; it's really hard to deal with without some blood."
Looking at the black wood that had been split into four pieces on the ground, Rong Yan kicked it in frustration: "Damn it."
The log flew in a parabola and struck Xu Ziming on the head. His eyelashes fluttered a few times, and he slowly opened his eyes.
Rong Yan suddenly remembered something and asked worriedly, "Master Su, are they alright?"
Su Lenghe: "They had some of their life force drained by the evil god just now, but they'll be fine after a good night's sleep."
Rong Yan glanced at the two mummified corpses and tugged at Su Lenghe's sleeve: "Let's go, otherwise it'll be hard to explain these two mummified corpses."
As he spoke, he pulled Su Lenghe away.
No sooner had the two men left than two Taoist priests arrived and escorted the middle-aged man who had opened the door toward Qingfeng Pavilion.
The middle-aged man pleaded, "Taoist priest, I don't know anything. I'm just an employee."
A young Taoist priest said, "Take us there and we'll see."
The middle-aged man led the two men into the courtyard. The desiccated corpses were particularly conspicuous. The middle-aged man's legs went weak, and he crawled out on his hands and feet. His hair was disheveled, and he had lost his mind: "Murder! Murder!"
Before he could shout twice, the middle-aged man suddenly rolled his eyes, fell to the ground, and trembled uncontrollably.
The young Taoist priest asked anxiously, "Senior brother, what's wrong with him?"
The older Taoist priest stepped forward to examine him and said, "His soul is missing a piece. He must have made a deal with an evil god. He will be mentally impaired from now on."
The young Taoist priest glanced at the dried corpse on the ground again and said, "Senior brother, their souls were also drained by someone."
"Notify the association immediately."
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