After saying that, I started running back.
The situation was far from optimistic. Though Daoist Qingshan was supporting Uncle Yu, Uncle Yu had already slowed down.
When Pan Ling and Zhang Yuchen saw me turn back, they also understood that getting out was the priority.
They hurried back as well. Leaving one more person behind would serve no purpose.
The ghosts around us were still fleeing for their lives.
I quickly reached Uncle Yu and Daoist Qingshan.
Seeing me return, Uncle Yu said:
"Xiao Jiang, what are you coming back for?"
"Uncle Yu, Senior Qingshan and I will support you from both sides. We'll be faster."
"Huh?"
Uncle Yu was startled. Before he could react, Daoist Qingshan and I each grabbed one of his arms and began running outward.
Crack, crack...
Another enormous fissure appeared nearby.
The ground ahead split apart, leaving a gap five meters wide.
Uncle Yu's face filled with terror at the sight.
Daoist Qingshan and I did not slow down. At the edge of the fissure, ignoring its pulling force, we leaped into the air and carried Uncle Yu across.
Uncle Yu let out a frightened cry.
But we landed steadily without any problem.
Yet dozens of ghosts behind us had not escaped. They copied us and began leaping forward.
But they were ordinary ghosts, unable to withstand the fissure's suction. The moment they jumped, they were sucked into the crack and annihilated.
"Ah!"
"Daoist, save me!"
"No!"
More than ten ghosts were annihilated in an instant.
Watching this scene, I knew perfectly well that I could not save them one by one.
But I still intended to give them a sliver of hope. I took out a spool of red thread and tossed it over.
"Grab the red thread and run across it..."
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