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"": "Soon, Mao Yousan controlled Luo Bin and ran out through the outer stretch of the tomb passage.
Stepping through the archway, he found a bridge spanning the mountain before him!
"Hiss!"
A sharp gasp escaped Luo Bin's mouth.
It was Mao Yousan who was shocked!
Such feng shui was truly a rarity in this world!
Not daring to pause, Mao Yousan made Luo Bin hurry toward the other side of the bridge.
Soon, he came down off the bridge.
Here stood a stone platform.
Far in the distance, a woman stood waving at them!
A chill surged through him, prickling his back!
Luo Bin instantly looked back.
The tall figure stood in the archway.
The Copper Beads on his body had vanished.
Five or six people were now gathered around him.
Their figures were strange, their skin almost translucent beneath the moonlight, and their movements wooden.
They resembled paper effigies, yet were decidedly different!
The tall figure spoke once again.
"Fuck!"
The curse had barely left Luo Bin's mouth.
With a splutter, another mouthful of blood sprayed out!
His whole body swayed, as though he might collapse right there!
Mao Yousan could clearly feel that this wisp of his yin spirit was almost spent.
His soul had been wounded three times in succession, and he was merely possessing someone, with no foundation to anchor him.
Now, even getting Luo Bin out of here was extraordinarily difficult!
Suddenly, Luo Bin's eyes widened, as though Mao Yousan had made a decision.
His hand quickly searched his clothes and drew out a dagger.
The man stepped out of the archway.
He moved slowly, closing in on the stone platform.
Luo Bin turned sideways and lifted his clothes with one hand.
The dagger sliced across his back, instantly opening