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"": "The silence inside the tent let everyone hear the others' heartbeats and breathing.
Even though they were all trying to keep their hearts from racing and their breaths quiet, the sounds remained painfully clear in their ears.
The blood-robed Taoist finally vanished from sight.
The other two men in the tent slumped to the ground.
Long Liang swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing repeatedly. Only after a long while did he squeeze out a question: "Was he human, a ghost, or a corpse?"
"At least he wasn't a ghost," Luo Bin answered quietly. After a brief pause, he added, "His presence was deeply intimidating."
That was no idle claim.
Such a commotion should certainly have drawn the Nightmare Ghosts and Nightmare Hags back.
Yet none of them had returned.
They could not possibly have failed to hear it. The only explanation was that they had not dared come back.
"Did Chen Qin and the others bring him here?" Long Liang was not asking Luo Bin so much as speculating.
"Those bastards deserved to die! And they had to drag us down with them."
"Exactly! They could've died somewhere else... but no, they had to bring the danger here..."
Resentment flared in the other two men's eyes.
Luo Bin shook his head. "I don't see it that way. If he's one of Cloudmist Mountain's dangers, he was bound to appear sooner or later. If he'd killed Chen Qin and the other four somewhere else, we'd have learned nothing about him. When we encountered him, someone would have had to die before we understood the danger."
"After all, he's a Taoist. That blood robe could easily make someone mistake him for a Red Robe and lower their guard."
The two men exchanged looks. For a moment, even Long