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"": "Under the cold, still moonlight, the winding streams of blood resembled tiny blood vessels. As if compelled by some unseen force, Qin Que stepped forward.
One step through the paifang brought him into the village.
The disciples of the Heavenly Mechanism Taoist Grounds behind Qin Que stepped inside as well.
Their grotesque, deformed faces were filled with unwavering confidence.
There was something wrong with all these people!
But they had resolved the problem with a single move!
No one noticed that Qin Que's advance was abnormal.
"Fall back..." The words emerged hoarsely from Qin Que's mouth.
The disciples froze, then turned to look at him.
In the blink of an eye, tiny streams of blood covered Qin Que's clothes and face, like blood vessels exposed on the surface of his flesh-or, even more, like the lines of some strange, distinctive talisman inscription.
White smoke rose from Qin Que's right palm.
The Talisman Plaque that had been there fell to the ground.
The Slay Character in his palm grew clearer, its vivid crimson increasingly piercing.
All the blood on the ground had vanished.
The tiny streams of blood on Qin Que's body vanished as well.
Apart from the charred Talisman Plaque on the ground and the glaring, bloody Slay Character, nothing had changed.
Qin Que let out a soft breath.
Turning his head, he looked at the disciple nearest him.
The disciple immediately assumed a respectful expression and bowed slightly, as if awaiting orders.
Qin Que raised his hand and beckoned gently. The disciple stepped forward.
The other disciples exchanged looks.
What was going on with Qin Que?
He had told them to retreat, only to call someone forward?
He had ordered a retreat because something had gone wrong.
Was he calling someone forward because he