Tang San tightened the grass rope on his back over his shoulder and dragged Tang Hao toward the jumbled rocks on the left. Xiao Wu had just lifted her foot when five fingers reached out of the shadow beside it.
"Don't step there! Jump toward me!"
Blue Silver Grass wrapped around Xiao Wu's waist and pulled her across a crack between the rocks. The black hand grasped empty air instead, and the corner of stone it caught broke away soundlessly, crumbling to powder before it hit the ground.
Ji Yuan withdrew the fine roots near the valley entrance. Through the grass blades beneath Tang San's feet, he sensed a mass of Soul Power with no stable form cross the entrance and stop before Yue Guan's remains.
Gui Mei did not immediately pursue them.
A wisp of black vapor lifted the poison-stained clothing. It was severed upon touching the remains, and the remaining vapor retreated half a foot, circling the stains on the ground.
"Yue Guan, answer me if you can hear me."
There was no response. The fungal threads Ji Yuan had left in the cracks sensed Mental Power sweeping past. He immediately abandoned those few tips and drew his presence deeper into the rock.
"Even your Martial Soul's aura has dispersed. What on earth did you touch?"
Tang San braced himself against the rock wall beside him. His Adam's apple bobbed twice before he managed to force out a sentence.
"He wanted to kill us, so I killed him. Would you like to try too, Ghost Douluo?"
Gui Mei raised his hand, and black vapor lifted a fragment of broken shoulder armor. Traces of poison still lingered around the needle holes, yet there was no longer enough Soul Power beneath them to examine.
"You used poison."
"If you know