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Guxin Hall leaped over the gate, and his figure was immediately swallowed by a mass of black fog. The others saw this and felt their nerves tighten.

"Third Young Master!"

Someone called from the gate, but Guxin Hall didn't answer. Gritting his teeth, the man stepped inside after him.

One by one, people rushed through the gate without daring to pause.

But some stood before it for a moment, then suddenly regretted their decision.

A middle-aged man turned around, intending to leave.

He was a wandering occultist recruited by King Jin. He had some real skill, but not much. King Jin had treated him with courtesy and granted his every request.

King Jin had also promised him immeasurable wealth and treasures just for entering the Ghost Capital, whether or not they found the Imperial Seal.

But now, all the man wanted was to get away from the gate.

Just as he turned and took a few steps, a sharp arrow whistled past and struck the ground, grazing his scalp.

He looked up and saw King Jin and the others standing on a nearby rise, watching them. Anyone who dared flee now would be riddled with arrows or trampled into a pulp beneath the horses' hooves.

"Haha, you coward. I told you not to get mixed up in this, but you wouldn't listen. Now it's too late to regret it!"

Someone taunted him, then walked through the gate with a laugh.

"Alas!" Realizing regret was useless now, the middle-aged man seemed to accept his fate. He clenched his teeth, shut his eyes, and leaped into the gate, vanishing into the darkness.

"There's something strange about this darkness. Here, take one of these three talismans each and keep it on you. As long as we stay within thirty meters of one another,