In the pitch-black rainy night, gloomy winds howled as increasingly heavy raindrops pelted my face.
With the shoulder bag hanging around my neck, I supported Grandma with one hand and took out a blue talisman with the other, silently reciting the spell to borrow its power. Grandma had already grown thinner, but carrying her on my back still felt quite heavy. With another Flying Step, I suddenly reached the entrance of Dragon-Carrying Village.
The Blood Cloud Coffin had chanted some unknown spell at Grandma. After being blasted by the black light, its movements had actually slowed. The coffin lid had also been blown away by my coffin-opening talisman, and blood splashed all over the ground. It must have had some sort of restraining effect. Otherwise, no matter how heaven-defying the Yin-Yang School's Flying Step was, it would have reached me long ago.
Grandma was still silently chanting some unknown spell behind me. I could only hear her muttering in a rustling voice. Although it gave me the creeps, there was no mistaking the real person. The green one behind me was the fake.
"Tianyi, lend me your power. Flying Step!" I recited the spell again. A soggy blue talisman once more burned strangely. The gate where Old Madam Pang Rujun and the Arcane Sect nun had hidden was still tightly shut. It seemed they were fine, and I had no intention of going back inside. Every second counted now.
When I reached the area near the village entrance, Senior Brother Hai's door had already opened. There were quite a few bloodstains in the spots by the entrance that the rain hadn't reached. It seemed Big Thigh Li wasn't dead. He had already found his disciple, and Senior Brother Hai had saved the man's life, so the two of them probably