Han Anbo spoke as he recalled what had happened. "I can't remember the details. I only remember that we entered the Eerie Village, then worshipped some Lady, fought the Weird Mother, and finally Li Qingxian saved us."
"Right. I remember Li Qingxian giving me a Wooden Talisman Figure. No, two of them. They helped us," Deng He said.
"Yes, he's a Fate Arts Master. Thank goodness for him, or all of us would have died here this time."
"I also remember Ye Han seemed to have harmed..." Deng He, wearing a Subordinate Tenth Rank official robe embroidered with a white horse crossing a river, stopped halfway, glanced at Ye Han lying on the ground, and shut his mouth.
"Little Uncle Zhou, you were trapped too?"
Zhou Hen said, "I encountered an endless stream of demons, devils, ghosts, and monsters. I fought them for three or four days. It seemed to be an illusion. Fortunately, you resolved the Eerie early, or I would have been worn down to death. Have your marks disappeared?"
"Mine's gone." Yu Ping opened his robe, exposing his white belly.
Li Qingxian checked his own belly too. There was nothing there, but in the next instant, he remembered the Yellow Springs Mark changing locations. He immediately turned his back to the others and lifted his left sleeve.
A yellow cloud and a five-petaled yellow lotus lay quietly imprinted on the middle of his arm.
Li Qingxian cursed inwardly. One more and there'll be enough for a game of Fight the Landlord.
Jingle... jingle...
Everyone looked toward the sound and saw a Bone Carriage flying through the sky. Four black paper lanterns hung from the corners of its roof, candle flames swaying inside.
"They're here," Zhou Hen said.
The others hurried to their feet, not daring to breathe