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"": "In his daze, Luo Bin heard a voice, devoid of emotion, repeating endlessly.
"Go down the mountain, go down the mountain, go down the mountain..."
He opened his eyes, his head aching and dizzy.
Miao Zi stood beside the bed!
Yet Luo Bin instinctively shivered.
Was he... all right?
Had it been another dream? Had he actually fallen asleep the instant he meant to lie down, his consciousness wandering wildly?
Luo Bin had experienced dreams like that before, falling into sleep paralysis as soon as he lay down.
His head would barely touch the pillow, his body not even fully reclined, before his consciousness slipped into sleep. Nothing that followed was real.
He had once called it sleep paralysis. Only after learning the Yin-Yang Arts had he understood that it had something to do with those arts as well.
Luo Bin went back over his memories again. After he called out to Xiang Ke, everything went blank.
Miao Zi's lips suddenly moved again.
"Go down the mountain, go down the mountain, go down the mountain."
The words were stiff, utterly emotionless.
Sitting upright, Luo Bin shook his head slightly before realizing that this was the voice that had woken him.
All his thoughts scattered, and another chill surged through him.
Something was wrong!
"Go down the mountain, go down the mountain, go down the mountain."
Miao Zi repeated it incessantly, the mask on his face writhing.
He raised a hand and pulled off the mask. Almost all twelve Golden Silkworm Gu reared up. They did not leave Miao Zi's face completely, merely lifting half their bodies to reveal the holes in his face.
"I understand. Be quiet," Luo Bin said gravely.
Miao Zi fell silent.
"You should keep that on." Luo Bin glanced at the