Pei Ling frowned and immediately looked toward Fu Xuanxu, only to see that the talisman array floating around the other man hadn't reacted at all.
A Ghostly Being capable of evading Fu Xuanxu's talisman array?
Thinking this, he quickly sent a voice transmission. "There's trouble ahead. Fall back!"
Before the words had even left his mouth, Pei Ling had already retreated to the side. Fu Xuanxu immediately followed.
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Dark, heavy Yin Qi blanketed the ground, where bones of every hue lay scattered from time to time. Withered leaves and branches quietly dotted the landscape, shrouded in gloom and deathly silence.
The two carefully skirted around them, making no sound.
Before long, a tall, slender figure appeared in the white mist.
It seemed to be a young man wearing a bamboo hat. His body was straight—so straight it was nearly rigid—and he approached with slow, mechanical steps.
Only this time, the Ghostly Being didn't follow its original route. Instead, it headed straight toward the direction in which Pei Ling and Fu Xuanxu had retreated.
Seeing this, Pei Ling sensed that something was wrong and immediately changed direction again.
Fu Xuanxu followed close behind.
The white mist was viscous, roiling as if boiling. The bones on the ground gradually grew sparse, replaced by grayish lichens that became more and more abundant.
The lichens were interspersed among the dark green moss. They didn't look conspicuous, yet they radiated immense Yin Qi, giving the entire ground the appearance of mottled frost.
The frost was a dull gray, as if it were the condensation of pure Yin Qi, or perhaps bone ash casually scattered across the ground in heaps here and there, impossible for the wind to disperse.
The two silently activated their escape