Having determined the direction, we no longer hesitated and began searching toward the cries for help.
That weak, intermittent voice continued to ring out:
"Help me, help me..."
It sounded extremely feeble, as though the person were about to breathe their last.
We followed the river valley upstream, and before long, we found the source of the voice.
It was beside the river valley, where a figure was clearly visible.
The moment I saw the figure, I scrutinized it closely. From my perspective, there was nothing wrong with it.
Everyone except Pan Ling felt the same.
Zhang Yuchen was the first to speak:
"Fuck, a Japanese schoolgirl? In a JK uniform?"
Mao Jing's face turned cold.
"That makes it even more suspicious. Who wears a school uniform into a primitive mountain forest like this? Let alone a female student."
"Be careful. Something's off."
I echoed him.
Though we could not spot any problem on the surface, we had already become wary.
However, our group just happened to have a pair of yin-yang eyes.
Pan Ling widened her eyes, studied the figure carefully for a few moments, and said:
"No, something is wrong with her. I can see resentment energy on her—a mass of resentment energy compressed inside her body."
Pan Ling did not speak loudly, but the words made all our hearts jolt.
"Resentment?"
Mao Jing and I were astonished.
"Resentment energy? Isn't that something only vicious ghosts have?"
Zhang Yuchen asked.
Indeed, resentment could transform into baleful energy. In a sense, it was a kind of energy.
Cultivators like us could distinguish resentment, hostility, death energy, corpse energy, and the like based on their differing energies.
But Pan Ling had it much simpler. We had to sense and feel it, while she could see it directly.
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