We all chased out of the valley, filled with doubt.
Dipping yellow talisman paper in the blood on the ground was a precaution I had prepared in advance.
If that guy really wasn't dead, I could use this blood to perform the Soul-Seizing Art, the Paper Toad Tracking Technique, and so on.
Whether it would be useful or not, it was better to be prepared. We couldn't give that demon Daoist any chance to escape.
Daoist Qingshan was incredibly fast. We simply couldn't keep up with him from behind.
The four of us had no idea what had happened.
We had watched Leng Bingshan's head get smashed apart and his soul burned to nothing by the Curse Fire.
Now his corpse had vanished, and Daoist Qingshan said he wasn't dead. It was far too bizarre.
"Brother Jiang, Brother Mao, what the hell is going on?"
Zhang Yuchen asked as he ran.
Mao Jing answered bluntly:
"Don't know!"
I shook my head as well.
"I'm confused too. His soul was burned away by the black fire, and his head was smashed to pieces. How could he still be alive?
My guess is, could someone have taken his corpse away?"
No one could be certain. Pan Ling spoke up instead:
"Let's chase him! Once we catch up, the truth will come out."
I grunted in acknowledgment and said nothing more.
We pushed ourselves to the limit and charged forward in pursuit...
Daoist Qingshan really was fast.
Even in these mountains and forests, he moved as though walking on level ground. Before long, we had lost sight of him.
"We lost him!"
"Pan Ling, which direction should we go now?"
Zhang Yuchen frowned.
Pan Ling looked around, but she couldn't determine which way he had gone.
Luckily, I had made preparations.
"Don't worry.