His heart and expression were in accord, both calm.
Yet that calm was still only a facade. Beneath it, he remained anxious, barely keeping it suppressed.
Action was how he suppressed it.
That was precisely why stopping invited stray thoughts, the most immediate of which was anxiety.
Even now, when he knew he had overlooked something and the Golden Silkworm Gu was reminding him, he could not quell the anxiety slowly rising within him.
Luo Bin kept taking deep breaths as he thought.
His recent experiences had been too complicated. There had been too much information, far too much.
A sudden shiver ran through him. His eyelid twitched, his heart tightened, and he stared straight into the darkness to his right.
The darkness seemed to writhe, as though it were creeping toward him, about to drag him inside.
In reality, however, there was nothing there.
It was the surroundings, the events, and the pressure that made him recoil so strongly from the darkness.
Closing his eyes slightly, Luo Bin murmured, "More than half a year... Last night, a crack opened in the mausoleum, and terrifying things crawled out..."
"The Tomb-Guarding Yong, and the other things. Witchcraft Curse, Paulownia Wood Soul-Seizing. Such evil things must never enter the human world..."
His eyes snapped open, and the darkness before him seemed to recede a little.
In truth, his eyes had adjusted to the deeper darkness here. He could even make out the mountain walls now, their ashen, deathly pale rocks. Looking closely, they resembled faces struggling to break through the stone!
Luo Bin shuddered again. Cold sweat seeped out, and goose bumps covered his body.
"Witchcraft Curse, Paulownia Wood Soul-Seizing."
"Witchcraft..."
"Connected to the Ghost Granny Lineage of Three Perils Mountain?"
A genuine flicker of horror rose in Luo Bin's heart!
Sometimes,