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"": "His hands moved even faster.
The strange ringing of the Calling Bell rose and fell, and Yuan Tianshu's Yin Spirit trembled even more violently!
With a sputter, Yuan Tianshu's Yin Spirit opened his mouth and spat out a cloud of purple mist.
A Yin Spirit had no blood to spit out. The purple mist was the essence of his soul.
"You are..."
A trace of astonishment appeared in Yuan Tianshu's eyes. Clearly, he had recognized something!
The next instant, he abruptly retreated!
His Yin Spirit shot out of the stone chamber, refusing to fight Luo Bin face-to-face!
Luo Bin's brow furrowed, deep confusion filling his eyes.
Only after Yuan Tianshu's Yin Spirit had vanished completely did his hands slowly stop.
A few seconds later, he relaxed his hands, abandoning the gesture of holding a bell.
"Bizarre."
"He doesn't even want his life anymore?"
"What am I?"
Luo Bin frowned.
Still, he wasted no time, swiftly putting away every ritual artifact except the sword thrust into Yuan Tianshu's mouth.
There was a gap in his knowledge here: he did not know what Luo Bin intended to do.
He did not even know Yuan Tianshu's name, only that the figure before him was an Ascended Corpse.
And that his hands held a strange hand seal, fixed in place with a kind of nail.
"My disciple, even I couldn't have anticipated your thinking."
"This place... is a formation?"
Luo Bin murmured Mao Yousan's question.
Then he swept another glance over the other coffins in the stone chamber.
"You don't want him returning to his body?"
"No..."
After all, the Yin-Yang Arts did not consist of a single inheritance.
Mao Yousan could deduce many things, but he truly struggled to determine Luo Bin's current objective. Yuan Tianshu's Yin Spirit