The sight of Bo Saixi being skinned alive and the Asura God having his neck snapped had long since burned itself into their minds.
Ci Xue and Dugu Bo exchanged a glance. Without a word, they reached an instant understanding.
They frantically squeezed down their power, sealing their level-ninety-plus soul power tightly inside their bodies. Even their breathing and heartbeats slowed to the barest minimum as they tried to pass for ordinary mortals.
The two scrambled to their feet, putting on looks of utter terror as they desperately brushed the dust off themselves.
"Wh-where are we? How did we suddenly end up here?"
Dugu Bo gave the most convincing performance. His sinister old face was now filled with panic.
His voice trembled, his eyes darted everywhere, and he looked every inch a frightened old man who had lost his way.
Ye Zhen watched the two old men who had suddenly fallen out of thin air and lowered his sword slightly.
"So they're ordinary people who got swept into a paranormal place."
Ye Zhen gave it no further thought. He took two steps forward, his chin raised with his characteristic arrogance.
"Don't be afraid, gentlemen."
"Fate brought us together. Follow me, and I shall keep you safe!"
Ci Xue and Dugu Bo inwardly sighed with relief. They repeatedly bowed and nodded their thanks, while quietly backing away to put some distance between themselves and these three dangerous figures.
Yang Jian, however, was not as careless as Ye Zhen.
He remained where he stood, staring coldly at the two old men.
Although his ghost eyes detected no paranormal presence, this was far too much of a coincidence.
Two living people had suddenly appeared outside the Old Mansion, in a paranormal place?
They aren't ghost slaves? Yang Jian silently assessed them, his gaze