Then, the photo began to distort, as if it were about to start playing a death replay.
This time, we're playing the four of us!
I wanted to escape, but my body seemed to be nailed to the spot, unable to move, and I could only watch my face appear in the video with utter despair.
I gave a bitter laugh. So, I guess I'm the first one?
"Close your eyes, don't look!"
Just then, Daoist Zhang Qingxiao let out a low shout, drew a peach wood sword, silently chanted an incantation, and then thrust the sword out.
"laugh---"
It was as if cold water had been poured into hot oil, causing white smoke to rise from the surface of the painting. The distorted image of me vanished instantly, and I felt myself regain my mobility, but my whole body was weak, and I ended up sitting on the ground with a thud.
"Heaven and earth are boundless, and the universe borrows their power!"
Master Zhang Qingxiao suddenly let out a sharp shout.
The group photo suddenly emitted a series of shrill screams, each one different from the last. I listened for a moment and found that there were more than fifty different timbres!
As Master Zhang Qingxiao sheathed his peach wood sword and casually twirled it beautifully, the group photo vanished in a wisp of green smoke.
Master Zhang Qingxiao is even more amazing than I imagined!
I suddenly understood why he had the confidence to head towards the place with the heaviest yin energy in this building.
At the same time, I secretly made a plan.
Previously, I didn't have a local spirit and couldn't use Taoist magic, but now I'm different. Is it possible for me to join a Taoist temple and learn the skills of Master Zhang Qingxiao?
Even if I don't learn everything, I feel that half of the skills would be enough to keep myself safe.
Luo Tianhe and Li Huai also looked on with longing.
In the end, Li Huai's shamelessness prevailed; he walked towards the Taoist priest and knelt down with a thud.
"Master, is there any chance I could become your disciple?"
Zhang Qingxiao's previous nonchalant expression vanished instantly, replaced by an embarrassed look:
“Your talent is good, but your destiny is too special. Although you can’t kill those of us who have achieved some success, the young ones in our Taoist temple are doomed.”
Upon hearing this, Li Huai forced a smile that looked more like a grimace:
"I'm sorry, Daoist Master, I didn't expect this. I've been hanging out with Luo Tianhe and Chen Yan every day, and I almost thought I was a normal person."
"Well, get up. Everyone has their own destiny. Although you are not destined to have a Taoist temple, you will surely have other opportunities, and your future achievements will be no less than mine!"
Master Zhang Qingxiao pulled Li Huai up and looked at Luo Tianhe, who was itching to make a move.
"The word 'Taoist temple' is not in your destiny. Wait for your own opportunity."
Luo Tianhe immediately felt as if he had been doused with a bucket of cold water.
Li Huai was considered a lone star by fate, and he thought he had a chance, but he was rejected as well. He was not as good as Li Huai, at least the Taoist priest gave Li Huai an irrefutable reason.
I stroked my chin thoughtfully. Although the Taoist priest's words seemed to be comforting Li Huai, I felt that the priest was speaking from the heart and truly believed that Li Huai would catch up with him in the future.
The Taoist priest didn't mention me, but I was confident about my future. As long as I'm alive, anything is possible.
After all, this is the road to heaven that my grandfather paved for me with his life.
"The dangers here far exceed our expectations; we must deal with Baiyin as soon as possible."
The three of us nodded simultaneously. The Taoist priest looked towards the fourth-floor corridor, his voice serious:
"This is the fourth floor. The number four is the number most closely associated with ghosts. If I'm not mistaken, we can see the White Yin when we go up there."
Hearing that we could finally find Baiyin, I was a little excited. I reached out and touched the cold, numb bruises on my face.
It has grown larger and now it almost covers half of my face.
As they walked upstairs, the sharp-eyed Li Huai suddenly exclaimed, "Eh!"
"Look ahead."
Looking ahead, we saw a series of wet footprints on the dusty ground: small, barefoot, with dark brown blood, stretching into the depths of the corridor.
"Are they Bai Yin's footprints?" Luo Tianhe guessed.
Master Zhang Qingxiao stared at the footprints for a moment, then formed a hand seal with his left hand and slowly said:
"Unsteady steps, soul detached from body. Yin within Yang, living flesh to repay. The only one that meets these conditions should be Bai Yin, who controls Bai Yang's physical body. Go, keep up."
Our hearts pounded as we followed the footprints.
The footprints eventually disappeared in front of a half-open door.
I glanced at the room number instinctively. Unlike the blurry, completely illegible room numbers I'd seen before, this one was very clear.
444.
The three dark red numbers seemed to be written in blood, and just looking at them sent chills down one's spine.
Although we just walked a considerable distance, how could we have possibly passed by more than forty classrooms?
Taoist Master Zhang Qingxiao also noticed the strange house number.
He scoffed dismissively, "Playing tricks!"
Then he pushed open the door to classroom 444.
The scene before us made us gasp in shock.
In the center of the classroom, Bai Yin knelt on the ground with her back to us. Her school uniform was stained, and her body was trembling slightly.
Before her was a complex array drawn in chalk, with several rotten fruits and a handful of bright red, damp soil at its center.
Upon seeing that handful of soil, the usually calm and collected Taoist priest's expression suddenly changed.
I noticed this scene, my eyes filled with confusion.
It was just a handful of soil soaked in blood, yet it made the master turn pale at the sight of it.
Luo Tianhe and Li Huai felt the same way; they thought the strange group photo from earlier was far more frightening than the mud.
"This isn't soil soaked in blood; the blood flowed from this soil!"
Master Zhang Qingxiao spoke slowly and deliberately, and I immediately widened my eyes and took a few steps back.
This is soil from the underworld!
"But how is that possible? Isn't Netherworld Soil just a legend? It can only be obtained by entering the Netherworld, but how can one return to the mortal realm after entering the Netherworld!"
I murmured.
“Under normal circumstances, it is absolutely impossible, but don’t forget, Bai Yin and Bai Yang are twin sisters, and they are twin sisters who have experienced the Tribulation Palace Transfer! Even the underworld cannot distinguish their identities.”
Master Zhang Qingxiao's gaze was stern.
It suddenly dawned on me, "So, Bai Yang isn't dead yet?"
Since they were able to return from the underworld, they must have had yang energy in their bodies. If Bai Yang had died, her yang energy would have dissipated completely, and they would have remained in the underworld.
Unless they are reincarnated, they cannot appear in the mortal world!
Master Zhang Qingxiao nodded and gave the instructions:
"No matter what, we must not touch that underworld soil. If a living person touches that stuff, they will instantly turn into a dead person!"
Upon hearing this, Luo Tianhe and Li Huai turned pale. Just touching it could kill them; this thing was too evil.
Master Zhang Qingxiao closed his eyes, then opened them again, his eyes gleaming with a clear light.
"Soil from the underworld, offered to the dead. A living body, the souls of sisters—she wants to be resurrected!"
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