Gathering at the Foot of the Mountain, One Soul and Three Spirits

I never expected Master to show up, and at such a crucial moment.

Now Leng Bingshan was trapped between my master and Daoist Qingshan. Let's see how he could possibly escape...

The four of us continued racing down the mountain. Master and Daoist Qingshan had already met at the foot of the mountain.

From afar, I saw Daoist Qingshan form a one-handed Daoist hand seal toward Master.

Seeing this, Master returned the gesture with a Daoist hand seal.

It seemed Daoist Qingshan no longer needed to visit Master at Fish Mouth.

We were too far away to hear what they said.

But after exchanging a few words, they gathered around the fallen Leng Bingshan and said something else.

By the time we ran down from the mountain, Master and Daoist Qingshan were already standing on either side of Leng Bingshan.

After examining him, Daoist Qingshan seemed to raise his whisk, preparing to make a move and destroy the bastard outright.

But Master stopped him.

Then Master said something else, and Daoist Qingshan did not move.

In the end, the two of them simply stood beside Leng Bingshan, quietly watching him.

The four of us hurried over. Leng Bingshan, that demonic Daoist, lay on the ground struggling and trembling.

Half of his human face, which Daoist Qingshan had smashed apart earlier, was now wrapped in underworld paper, forming half a fake paper effigy face.

We could not sense the slightest trace of a living person's aura from him. Instead, he radiated a heavy corpse yin aura.

In other words, Leng Bingshan was now a corpse.

A corpse that could move and speak, but had no life force and no heartbeat...

The only reason it could move was because its body was being controlled by a yin soul.

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