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"": "For a moment, neither Luo Bin nor Zhang Yunxi made a sound.
Cold sweat trickled down both their temples.
Luo Bin and Zhang Yunxi had followed Qin Ju before.
They knew that one of the side halls-the place Qin Ju said was used for teaching disciples-contained a great many heads.
Zhang Yunxi had shown no unusual reaction to those heads, so Luo Bin had assumed everything was normal. Was this standard equipment for a Taoist ground?
Otherwise, a "good man" like Zhang Yunxi would surely have been furious.
But now, Zhang Yunxi's expression was completely different.
"Taoist grounds practice the Yin-Yang Arts. Feng shui is yin, fortune-telling is yang. Feng shui relies on Mountain-and-Water Divination, examining homes and graves. Fortune-telling relies on feeling bones, reading faces, and measuring the body."
"Every Taoist ground has a collection of heads. They come from legitimate sources, not from killing people and taking their heads. That's why every head you saw looked peaceful."
"The dead can speak."
"The heads in the hall looked peaceful, but these ones are anything but."
Zhang Yunxi's voice was unusually hoarse. His horrified expression gave way to waves of suspicion and gloom.
"So that means they all died unnatural deaths, and their heads weren't obtained legitimately?" Luo Bin asked quietly.
"Yes." Zhang Yunxi briefly closed his eyes.
"Then who are they?" Luo Bin asked again, his eyelids twitching nonstop.
"If Wei Dong hadn't left, he might have known." When Zhang Yunxi opened his eyes again, they were bloodshot. His gaze settled on one of the heads.
Luo Bin looked at it too. The head belonged to someone young, around twenty. Its eyes were wide open, its face horribly contorted, as though he had suffered tremendous terror before dying.
But on closer inspection, some familiar