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"": ""Please speak plainly, Mr. Luo," Chen Zu asked quietly.
Luo Bin said nothing. Holding the Lightning-Struck Wood Talisman in one hand, he took out the Compass with the other and turned to leave.
Chen Zu immediately followed. Xu Qian trailed behind them, his steps unsteady.
The living room lights were no longer pinkish white, just ordinary White Light.
Once they stepped outside, a powerful, sinister chill emanated from the door opposite.
Luo Bin kept moving, heading downstairs.
They passed through the first floor and the building entrance, then walked to the river outside, where they could see all of Building 13a at a glance.
Xu Qian whispered in Chen Zu's ear, asking whether they should call for more men.
The wounds on his shoulder and neck were deep and faintly blackened. Although they were no longer bleeding, he still looked battered and weak.
Chen Zu said nothing. Most of his attention was on the building, with some reserved for Luo Bin.
So Xu Qian fell silent.
Luo Bin studied the entire building intently.
The Primordial Sixteen Trigrams covered a vast range of subjects: mountains were geomantic hills, water was the yin dragon, stars and the moon had their positions, and residences were divided into auspicious and inauspicious.
Could a geomancer fight with his bare hands?
Obviously not.
Yuan Yinxin had always remained hidden behind the scenes, treating Cabinet Mountain and everyone else as pieces on his board.
When faced with a problem, a geomancer's first priority was to take control of the entire situation.
What was wrong with this building?
An endless succession of sinister entities.
How should sinister entities be dealt with?
Those of the Lower Nine Streams should confront and fight them directly. That was their method.
Luo Bin lowered his head, looking