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"": "It was not just because of the Human-Skin Garment ritual artifact Luo Bin held, but more because of the ghost on the ground.
The ghost's aura and ferocity were probably approaching the level of a Myriad Evil Ghost.
A Myriad Evil hungry ghost, measured against Taoists, was unquestionably at the Real Person peak. Even now, an ordinary Real Person could not subdue one outright.
Yet this Venue Master of Primordial Calculation had pinned it down effortlessly with a tortoise, and a single sword had left it in such agony?
What kind of tortoise was that?
And what kind of sword?
"If you insist on refusing, I can only use you to feed another ghost."
"Yes, He Dongsheng, come and eat it."
"Even if you can't become a Twenty-Eight Hell Prisoner, you'll at least be of some use."
Luo Bin raised his head and looked toward the other side of the room.
He Dongsheng's soul floated there. For a moment, he had actually forgotten to escape.
When the Twenty-Eight Hell Prisoner's ghost aura collapsed, the talisman had been knocked away. He could escape.
No... it was not merely that he had forgotten.
He Dongsheng could see the Taoists and masters standing outside.
The Taoists were Real Persons, and the masters practiced Talisman Arts.
His best possible outcome was being struck by heavenly thunder. Falling into the Talisman Arts Lineage's hands would probably be even more miserable.
Trembling, He Dongsheng approached Luo Bin.
Luo Bin drew the Thunderstruck Blood Peachwood Sword, about to sever the Twenty-Eight Hell Prisoner's arm.
It all happened in a flash.
The Twenty-Eight Hell Prisoner suddenly dispersed into a cloud of green mist and plunged into the Human-Skin Garment!
"Croak, croak!"
The black-gold toad let out a loud cry, opened its mouth, and