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"": "Someone murmured those words aloud.
An indescribable sense of oppression began to spread.
Luo Bin's brow remained furrowed.
The alarm and uncertainty in Long Liang's eyes had not faded either.
"Does that mean we can get out if we kill someone?"
"Kill a treacherous villain?"
"Who's the villain?"
The people in the crowd spoke over one another, exchanging increasingly scrutinizing looks.
"Don't let this thing throw us into disarray. Follow Mr. Luo's instructions." Long Liang did his best to suppress his alarm and said gravely, "Mr. Luo will break the formation. You've all spent so long in Gui Market that you know whether there's anything wrong with one another. Don't let yourselves be manipulated into turning on each other. These woods are strange, and this place is stranger still. First there were nightmare ghosts and nightmare hags, then a Taoist who dug out hearts. We have to stick together to get out. Have you forgotten what happened to Chen Qin and the others?"
His words quieted the crowd somewhat, and their gazes settled on Luo Bin again.
Without a word, Luo Bin walked over to a nearby tree and examined its trunk closely.
There were indeed no clues on the trunk, branches, or leaves.
To approach this through feng shui, he first needed to establish his bearings.
Crouching, Luo Bin brushed aside a patch of dead leaves. What appeared beneath them was not bare earth, but a human face!
Its eyes were wide open, its eyeballs sunken from dehydration. Pallid skin clung tightly to the bones, revealing the outline of the skull. The dried lips could no longer cover the teeth, and the jaw was clenched, as though he had consciously endured tremendous torment before dying.
"That's a Taoist!" someone shouted. "A Green-Robed Taoist, too!"