"Straight back, narrow shoulders, small head, long face, curved brows, drooping eyelids, and downturned lips forming a figure-eight shape. You damned Taoist really are Wood Fate!"
"That companion of yours has unusual features. I can't tell what Fate he has, but the left side of his face is ferociously flushed, and blood vessels fill the whites of his eyes. That means the fire in his heart has burned to its limit."
"Damn it, I hid for eight years and still couldn't avoid this great calamity."
"Old Taoist, I'm coming for you. Once this 'wood' is extinguished, that fire won't be able to burn!"
On the first floor, a faint whisper came from the shadows.
The speaker stared at Huang Banxian's back with a pair of savage eyes, like a beast lurking in the darkness.
The viciousness was about to scatter the darkness and unleash a chilling roar at the still-unaware man.
Huang Banxian was still hesitating. He stood in the doorway, his Taoist robe snapping in the fierce wind outside.
He wasn't hesitating over whether to run, but whether he could run at all.
This path had been forced upon him by the ghost. Though things were calm for now, he had long since fallen into a crisis-ridden situation, merely awaiting its eruption.
Now that he had entered, getting back out would not be so easy.
Perhaps the step he took would shatter the existing calm and bring the true storm crashing down.
When that happened, could he still stay clear of it all?
But what if he had judged wrong? What if the ghost's Deadly Game had never included him in the first place?
For the first time, Huang Banxian felt like an idiot. His usually quick mind had stopped working at this moment; every decision seemed wrong.
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