After Xu Qingchuan entered the mist, the Ghost Body Manifestation behind him enveloped his body.
With the Ghost Body Manifestation empowering him, a layer of bloody light veiled Xu Qingchuan's eyes.
Had this been ordinary mist, his eyes could have seen straight through it. Now, however, he could only extend his range of vision, not see through the entire bank of mist. Having confirmed that it was no ordinary mist, he looked at Zhao Chong beside him.
"What are you waiting for?"
At his words, Zhao Chong hurriedly took things out of his bag.
An iron hook for retrieving corpses, a copper coin for suppressing water, a handful of coarse salt, and a handful of white rice. Then he unfastened a flask of strong liquor from his waist. After laying everything out, Zhao Chong took out a talisman seal, folded it into a triangle, activated it, and tucked it into his mouth.
Once he had finished, Zhao Chong's gaze grew calm.
He reached out with his right hand and grasped the corpse-retrieval hook.
He drew a fingernail of his left hand across his fingertips, then grabbed the rice and coarse salt once blood began to seep out.
With that done, Zhao Chong looked straight ahead, channeled the yin energy within his sublingual yin bridge, and shouted, "Iron strikes earth, yin mist scatters; salt and rice steeped in blood sever the mist at its roots!" Clang!
The iron hook in his right hand struck the bluestone paving, throwing up a trail of sparks. A ripple spread outward from the point of impact in every direction. At that same moment, he scattered the bloodstained rice and salt in his left hand.
Before the salt and rice reached the ground, they turned into mist and merged with the yin mist.
Zhao Chong channeled