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"": "There was a faint, tickling numbness against his neck. It was Shangguan Xingyue's breath.
Luo Bin's heart sank lower and lower.
Because the Moss Eaters were retreating.
With their mouths closed, they looked like seven people.
Only their bodies were too long and slender, their skin too pale.
The dozen or so Taoists pressed forward step by step. Whenever the talisman flames went out, they slapped on another talisman, maintaining the suppression!
"Junior Brother..."
A frail voice suddenly reached his ears.
Shangguan Xingyue had regained consciousness.
"Do you feel it? Whether they're ordinary people or not... their hypocrisy?"
"Are there more dangers outside the Mountain than within it?"
"Actually... people like them ought to enter the Mountain."
"Master would punish them properly..."
Shangguan Xingyue murmured in broken phrases.
Luo Bin stared fixedly at the dozen or so Taoists, his heart growing heavier, sinking like a stone.
Zhang Yunjin's roaring rebukes were unbearably grating.
The old Taoist's gaze was far too murderous, far too cold.
He stopped trying to argue.
An innocent man became guilty simply by possessing a treasure.
No matter how much he said, Zhang Yunjin would never let him go.
Neither would these Taoists.
They had already divided up everything they stood to gain from him and Shangguan Xingyue.
No, only from Shangguan Xingyue.
Because he would be killed. He had no value to them even alive!
They closed the distance again!
The dozen or so Taoists shouted in unison, then hurled their Eight-Trigram Bronze Mirrors!
The mirrors struck the Moss Eaters!
By an uncanny coincidence, there were fourteen Taoists-exactly two Eight-Trigram Bronze Mirrors for each Moss Eater!
After being struck, the Moss Eaters' heads split open violently once more. White smoke rose from their bodies as they writhed in pain.
Yet they