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"": "No, not just the heads, but also the dried corpses standing in the various halls and rooms.
The more Luo Bin thought about it, the more chilled he felt.
Amid that chill, another thought rose in his mind.
Perhaps this was how things were supposed to be?
They had found the Heavenly Mechanism Taoist Grounds so easily. If there were nothing wrong with it, wouldn't its existence have become common knowledge long ago?
Couldn't the Nine Hells Bureau in the Nanping Underworld Market have told that so-called Four-Rules Mountain about it long ago?
Luo Bin reached another conclusion.
Had all the practitioners and guides who had come here over the years met violent deaths, becoming heads on tables and corpses standing in the halls?
As these thoughts churned, waves of disappointment and frustration welled up inside Luo Bin.
He had come to the Heavenly Mechanism Taoist Grounds to seek help against Yuan Yinxin. Yet the grounds had turned into this nightmare. All the hardship of their journey had been for nothing.
Luo Bin slowly lowered his hand to his waist and gripped the hilt of one of his knives.
He had three knives left at his waist. That would be enough.
Zhang Yunxi, however, shook his head slightly, signaling for Luo Bin not to act rashly.
Turning around, Zhang Yunxi retraced their steps, and Luo Bin followed close behind.
Once they had gone some distance, Luo Bin asked hoarsely, "If we aren't going to fight him, are we heading back?"
"Have you gotten what you came for?" Zhang Yunxi asked.
Luo Bin froze.
"This is definitely not the Heavenly Mechanism Taoist Grounds," Zhang Yunxi said quietly but firmly.
"Why?" Luo Bin asked again, uneasy.
"Feng shui." Zhang Yunxi gave only those two words before continuing