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"": "White-Haired Lean Fox crawled into the middle of the weasels and rats, its willow-leaf eyes darting cunningly.
It gave several short whimpers, mixed with barking sounds like those of a small dog.
The next moment, the rats and weasels all scattered.
They climbed back onto the others, stopping only when they had almost reached their faces.
There was just one exception: none climbed onto Luo Bin.
Two rats even crawled over to Luo Feng's hand, gripped the Oil Lamp in their mouths, and pulled it down. Tilting their heads to keep it balanced and burning, they actually set it safely on the ground.
What happened next chilled Luo Bin to the bone.
All the Immortal Creatures began sucking at the corners of the humans' mouths, as though feeding on something.
Before his eyes, their faces turned ashen and slightly sunken. Their yang energy was clearly being devoured, their bodies hollowed out.
Zhang Baijiao was the first to fall. He was too old, his constitution too frail.
Then came Gu Yiren, Gu Ya, Shang Liuli, and Shangguan Xingyue... Luo Feng fell last.
Everyone lay sprawled crookedly on the ground, barely alive.
After climbing down, the weasels stood upright like humans, staring at the people on the ground. Now and then, a cloud of thick smoke burst from their rear ends.
The rats darted around their hands, feet, and faces, occasionally squeaking.
Ever since the Immortal Creatures began feeding on yang energy, White-Haired Lean Fox had stayed close to Luo Bin. It did not feed on him, merely kept staring at him.
Was this beast afraid of triggering the Blackblood Vine on me? Of drawing out Moss Eater?
How cunning! How clever!
Gradually, Luo Bin began to piece together more of what had happened.
White-Haired Lean Fox