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"": "The atmosphere froze in an instant, like a river in the depths of winter.
To Yuan Tianshu, this made no sense.
That wisp of Yin Spirit calling himself Mao had clearly needed the talisman on Luo Bin to possess him. He had even said himself that it was no easy feat, implying there was a price to pay.
The Tomb Guardian's appearance had forced that "Mao" to tear the skin off Luo Bin at any cost, destroying the talisman. "Mao" had even sacrificed that wisp of Yin Spirit just to hold the Tomb Guardian back.
Luo Bin still could not be calculated. That was a problem. It meant he still had a fallback.
And that fallback was actually "Mao" coming back again?
Otherwise, how would Luo Bin dare behave so disgracefully?
Yuan Tianshu felt utterly sickened. His urge to skin "Mao," dismantle his bones, and turn him into a puppet had reached its peak!
Still, he remained calm and composed, making no rash move.
He had abruptly doubled back because Gu Shanhong's methods had occurred to him, and he had likewise done the opposite of what was expected.
He had subdued Luo Bin so swiftly because he judged that Luo Bin might not be able to control the Great Ghost within him. Otherwise, he should have used it back in the stone chamber.
The White Flower Lantern had run out of lamp oil. Only by sending a wisp of Gu Shanhong's Yin Soul into it to burn had Luo Bin managed to push him off the cliff.
Precisely for that reason, as long as he gave Luo Bin no opportunity to act, nothing unexpected would happen.
"Mao" was something he had not anticipated.
Luo Bin raised his brows higher, but Yuan Tianshu's reaction was unexpected.