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"": "Xu Jin no longer had time to think about anything else.
He heard the Calling Bell, and pain bored into his brain!
He instantly lost consciousness. The car veered toward the roadside, snapped three trees, and came to a halt. White smoke kept billowing from its hood. The fuel tank had been punctured, spilling gasoline everywhere.
There were no longer any evil spirits beside Yuan Yinxin.
A little farther away, four disciples hid in a tree hollow, an oil lamp between them.
"What do we do..."
"Senior Brother was taken away too..."
"Master..."
"That ghost is so strange. Why hasn't Gua Kuo come out to help?"
The four spoke over one another, but none could think of a way out.
From their position, they could just see Yuan Yinxin lying on the ground and the Death-Prison Yama Ghost flickering in and out of sight beside him.
For a while, the tree hollow was utterly silent.
After a long time, someone suddenly said, "Taoists counter ghosts."
"That would ruin Master's plan!" another immediately protested, shaking his head.
"Master could be gone any moment! If something really happens to him, what plan would be left?"
"Besides, we'd only let that one Taoist in. We'll find a way to keep that gentleman out. Once the Taoist fights the ghost and Master gets free, Master can decide what to do. Wouldn't that work?"
"Master never took that Taoist seriously to begin with. He was only wary of that gentleman, nothing more."
"He's just a mere Real Person. You don't even dare scheme against him? You're still afraid?"
The disciple who had made the suggestion said all this, his gaze growing steadily more resolute!
Inside the pitch-black mountain, heavy with death energy.
Within the Heart-Rending Hell