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"": "As more lights came on, the atmosphere throughout the Miao Village actually grew less deathly still and bleak.
Darkness always weighed on people, and fear always sprang from the unknown.
When there was light somewhere, even a single candle, it was enough to kindle the will to live.
Luo Bin closed his eyes, then opened them, taking deep breaths to steady his emotions.
Fourth Master Gray stood beside his trouser leg like a person.
The Corpse Immortal Grand Master Gray lay on his right shoulder, his nose twitching constantly as he sniffed the air.
Grand Master Huang Er perched directly on top of Luo Bin's head, his tail coiled up, looking very much like a fur hat.
As for the Willow Immortal, Grand Master Chang, he was wrapped around Luo Bin's left arm, while the White-Line Lady stayed tucked against his chest.
There were actually two Chang Immortals. Only one had come to Luo Bin; the other was still with Bai Wei.
"Save me..."
"Save me..."
"Save me..."
The Tomb Guardian kept repeating those two words.
Luo Bin remained utterly unmoved. Third Master Hu had also stopped shouting and lay quiet, as though lying in wait.
Only a few minutes passed.
Footsteps began drawing closer.
Figures appeared before him.
At their head was an elderly man dressed in bright, colorful clothes, his skin sagging into folds.
His eyelids drooped, covering half his eyes.
The dragon-headed cane in his hand was riddled with tiny holes, through which Gu Worms could faintly be seen wriggling.
The two men behind him wore similar clothes. One was in his fifties, with a resolute face. The other was tall and thin, in his seventies or eighties, with numerous small drums, flutes, and other objects Luo Bin could not name hanging