The Yin Ghost Sect.
Lin Sheng stood in the courtyard with his hands clasped behind his back.
The ground and walls of the entire courtyard were densely engraved with mysterious runes.
They resembled ghostly faces, looking exceedingly eerie.
The remains of dozens of strange beasts, dead for who knew how long, also crowded the ground. Murky blood seeped out and was slowly absorbed by the ghost-face patterns.
Soon, every pattern emitted a dark brown glow, and the temperature in the courtyard abruptly dropped.
Meng Lie and the soldiers standing to one side involuntarily shivered.
Lin Sheng seemed not to notice, his eyes fixed on a wolf beast lying at the center of the Array Runes.
Time slowly passed until the beast remains laid out in the courtyard were completely drained. As a breeze swept through, the remains covering the ground crumbled into powder.
The Magic Array's glow grew noticeably brighter.
The wolf beast lying at the center of the Magic Array suddenly trembled slightly.
A sharp gleam flashed through Lin Sheng's eyes. Meng Lie and the others thought they were seeing things. They rubbed their eyes hard, then looked bewildered when they confirmed that the wolf beast remained motionless.
Ever since Lin Sheng had ordered him to lay out intricate Array Runes in this long-abandoned sect compound and gather numerous beast carcasses, Meng Lie would have been lying if he claimed he had no questions. Still, he had never asked.
Today, he should finally learn why the Imperial Son-in-law had asked him to prepare these things.
As that thought crossed his mind, Meng Lie suddenly noticed that the wolf beast at the center of the courtyard, which had been dead for some time, was moving again.
The wolf beast trembled constantly, like chaff shaken in a sieve.
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