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"": "Thin, filthy, worn-out clothes, a skeletal body, and hair so long unwashed that it had matted into knots.
His eyes bulged, and his nose had been sliced halfway off, leaving his nostrils slanted.
The strange man's face was truly horrifying.
He Dongsheng's expression twisted viciously as he raised his knife and drove it toward the top of the man's head.
The strange man raised his other hand and caught He Dongsheng's wrist. With a reverse thrust, he instead drove the knife into He Dongsheng's cheek!
With a faint squelch, the Short Blade entered his left cheek and pierced through his right!
The entire knife lay crosswise through He Dongsheng's face!
His screams grew even more agonized.
Gripping the flesh at He Dongsheng's waist, the strange man turned and ran up the steps.
That movement alone made He Dongsheng pass out from the pain!
The eight lamas immediately changed direction to pursue the strange man!
In the instant their attention slipped, Luo Bin used the Primordial Purple Flower Lantern again without hesitation.
All eight souls left their bodies!
The Purple Flower Lantern had injured too many people, and its energy drained even faster than before!
After holding it for only a brief instant, Luo Bin stopped and sprinted out of the building!
There was one small detail worth mentioning.
Miao Tu's soul was badly damaged. Knowing he could offer no help, he had already fled the building despite his sluggish thoughts and movements, avoiding becoming a burden to Luo Bin.
Luo Bin did not pursue the strange man. Instead, he ran in the opposite direction.
However, he failed to draw any of the lamas away.
The eight lamas chased up the steps, all running in the direction the strange man had gone.
The night sky was