After listening to Mao Jing's and my analysis, Zhang Yuchen widened his eyes in shock and sucked in a cold breath.
"Ou Doudou, I really hadn't thought that far.
Now that you two have analyzed it like this, we'd better not enter this valley.
We can still handle yellow-clad ghosts for now.
But if a red-clad fierce ghost shows up, strengthened by crystal stones...
Then we'd really be in grave danger. It'd be hard to deal with.
I still want to go home and have a good New Year!"
Hearing Zhang Yuchen's words, Mao Jing and I both smiled.
I glanced at Misty Valley and said,
"Let's go back first. We don't want any unexpected changes."
Mao Jing and Zhang Yuchen both answered with a "Mm." Keeping a wary eye on the thick fog in the valley, they quickly began retreating up the slope.
We planned to return the way we had come and make further plans.
Master had said that dealing with evil spirits couldn't rely on brute force alone.
Knowing when to retreat and how to adapt to circumstances was the foundation of survival.
After all, you only got one life.
Though Master said that, whenever I saw him deal with evil spirits, he always charged straight at them head-on...
We cautiously backed away bit by bit, afraid of alerting the enemy.
But just as we retreated onto the hillside,
we discovered that the mist within the valley suddenly began to churn.
Then, a wave of baleful yin energy suddenly surged out from the valley.
Carried by the white yin mist, it rushed toward us with a "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh."
Feeling that presence and seeing the strange change in the valley,
all three of our expressions changed. We silently cursed our bad luck.
Whatever was inside the valley