Chen Shi and Yulingzi only felt the hairs all over their bodies seemingly growing wildly, their entire bodies itching intensely. They hurriedly looked back and saw a blood-drenched Daoist using hands and feet, crawling out from the courtyard, following Uncle Wen as he crawled toward Qingyang Palace.
"Uncle-Master Zhuo!" Yulingzi was inwardly startled.
He was not a sect leader's direct disciple, instead coming from Daoist Yan's lineage. Because of his high innate talent, he was called the Daoist Child. Daoist Yan's status was not particularly high, and his Daoist attainments were also not very high, having been trapped in the Void Returning stage for many years. Yulingzi's junior and senior uncles were numerous, numbering at least eighty if not a hundred.
This Uncle-Master Zhuo was very old, already seventy-two years old, yet he had molted away an entire layer of human skin and was crawling on the ground!
Behind Uncle-Master Zhuo, more than ten other Daoists followed, crawling out. They were also drenched in blood, with neither clothes nor skin on their bodies.
Chen Shi glanced into the courtyard and saw that there were over a dozen Daoists left inside, standing there with only their skin bags and clothes remaining.
Yulingzi said with a trembling voice, "Uncle, I feel my scalp is a bit itchy. Help me take a look..."
His complexion was ashen, and his legs trembled.
Most of these Daoists in the courtyard were his junior uncles, and a few were his senior and junior martial brothers. He had not expected that they had all fallen victim to the trap.
This scene made his entire body itch. He felt his scalp tighten and the back of his head sting painfully, as if a burning-hot red line stretched from the back of his head through the back of his