"This...this is a formation?"
After hearing what I said, Lao Dao immediately stepped back, while cautiously looking around.
After observing for a few seconds, Lao Dao nodded as if he really thought it made sense.
"It really does seem to be a formation, and this formation must be of a high level!"
I laughed. Old Dao's pretentious performance could easily make him seem like a master to anyone who didn't know better.
"Alright, Old Dao, you stay here and don't move. Let me see how to break this formation!"
I stopped Lao Dao. Although I trusted Lao Dao as a person, I didn't trust his skills.
Old Dao is just a slightly more skilled ordinary person. He only became more skilled recently after following me. If it were the same person I met at the beginning, he wouldn't even be half as skilled as he is now!
After listening to what I said, Lao Dao was about to speak, but he only moved his mouth slightly before obediently stepping back.
Then he collected some more blood from me.
"Brother Chen, I don't know if it will work, but anyway, why don't you give it a try!"
Old Dao put the blood into a small bottle and handed it to me.
Without hesitation, I took the blood vial and pulled out a bunch of talismans from my backpack.
I glanced around, and at that moment, the red energy on the surrounding tombstones seemed to be bewitched, constantly rushing towards me.
A massive formation formed around me, encircling me and Old Knife above us.
Suddenly, the sky turned dark, and I could clearly see a bowl-shaped sky that had turned Lao Dao and me upside down over there.
"Brother Chen, be careful!"
Old Dao was scared to death again, hiding behind me and could only silently encourage me.
I held the piece of paper that Fatty had given me in my hand. I could feel a faint energy fluctuation on it, a kind of will, or rather, an obsession.
However, just as I was feeling lost, the obsession on the blue piece of paper flew out.
The next second, my mirror also floated out, and the white obsession in the mirror, perhaps influenced by Fatty Sister, actually merged with Fatty Sister's obsession.
Old Dao was stunned. To be honest, I was a little stunned by this scene too.
I stared at this white obsession, speechless for a long time.
"Brother Chen, is this... is this Fatty Sister's last act of care for you?"
Old Dao swallowed hard and asked me cautiously.
Old Dao knew about Fatty's situation, including this blue letter.
I nodded and told Lao Dao that it must be true, and that I felt uneasy.
Although Fatty Sister isn't a good person right now, she's undoubtedly the best to me right now.
I stared at that obsession, that white obsession that was about to be devoured by Fatty's obsession.
Soon, the white obsession turned into mist, and within the mist, a figure could be vaguely seen—it was Fatty Sister!
My eyes welled up with tears. I don't know why, but I'm actually experiencing some normal human emotions now.
"Sister! Look here!"
Before I could even speak, Lao Dao, that conspicuous bag, started talking.
I turned around and glared at Lao Dao, cursing him for being too conspicuous.
Old Dao gave an awkward smile and stepped back, embarrassed.
"Xiao Chen, you've still come this far!"
When Fatty Sister appeared, she looked at me with a complicated expression. My expression froze, and I didn't know what Fatty Sister meant.
"Sister, what stage are we at? Or rather, what should I do?"
I tried to calm myself down; Fatty must know the truth.
"You shouldn't have come to this school! You can't bear the consequences of this!"
Fatty just glanced at me calmly, and then said these words to me.
The consequences are too much to bear?
I couldn't help but feel a little flustered.
"However, since you're here, isn't this also a kind of opportunity? If you can get through this Thousand Yin Undead Formation, it will be a great chance for you!"
The chubby girl regained a little bit of her tenderness, perhaps because she was still immersed in that scene with her older sister.
"I don't mean to discourage you, but your success rate is less than 10% right now!"
Fatty suddenly changed the subject, and that sentence completely stunned Lao Dao and me!
What the heck? Less than a 10% success rate?
This is no different from sending someone to their death.
"This formation is specifically designed for you! You are the core of this formation! Only when you are here can this formation be considered truly complete!"
Fatty glanced at the formation above and sighed softly.
"Sister, what does this Thousand Yin Undead Array mean?"
At this moment, Lao Dao started asking questions, and he asked what I wanted to ask.
"The so-called Thousand Yin Spirits formation is composed of a thousand spirits born at Yin times. It is a kind of terrifying evil formation, somewhat like the Ten Thousand Soul Banner in your novels!"
Although Fatty was explaining to Lao Dao, she was actually speaking to me.
"Sister, I just counted them. There are thirty rows and thirty-three and a half columns of tombstones. The extra half column is exactly eight, which means there are a total of 998 tombstones!"
I looked at Fatty Sister; I had noticed the number of tombstones when I arrived.
I thought the number 998 was just a coincidence. It seems that the person who set up the formation had already included me and Lao Dao in their calculations!
"Yes, with the two of you, that makes a thousand. Especially you, you were born without an earth soul, but after years of nourishment, this body is a natural array eye!"
The fat woman looked at me like I was a dead person, which gave me the creeps.
This is fucking creepy.
In other words, this formation was set up for me from the very beginning?
"I'll hold out for you for a while. And, Old Knife, you might be going to die this time!"
After Fatty looked at me, she looked at Lao Dao and said something that left Lao Dao speechless!
"Sister, do you mean if I die, Brother Chen will live?"
Old Dao struggled internally for a moment, and I can understand that. If it were me, I would have struggled too.
Being willing to die does not mean being unafraid.
I saw Lao Dao pee his pants while he was talking.
"Thirty percent! If you stay, Xiao Chen's chances of survival should be around thirty percent!"
Fatty held up three fingers.
After listening, Lao Dao gritted his teeth and finally nodded heavily.
"Brother Chen, you were entrusted to me by Brother Luo. I can die, but you can't!"
After Lao Dao finished speaking, he stepped forward. At that moment, my eyes welled up with tears.
I realized that I was also a little reluctant to part with Lao Dao.
"Okay, Lao Dao, walk to that empty spot by the tombstone, stand down, and don't move!"
Fatty ordered Old Knife, and just as Old Knife was about to leave, he took out his knife again and drew half a bottle of blood from me. After he finished, Old Knife's face was already pale.
This one move alone took a lot of Lao Dao's strength.
"Brother Chen, I definitely won't be able to help you anymore, but keep these things, they'll definitely come in handy!"
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