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"": "Great mountains and great waters, great acupoints and great corpses-none of these existed by coincidence.
It was both a person's final resting place and an Ox-Sleeping Ground another Yin-Yang Practitioner had painstakingly sought out.
Even Zhang Yunxi could not resist a place with exceptional feng shui.
He spent year after year traveling through mountains and rivers, never tiring. This was why. It was the most primal, unadorned driving force of a Yin-Yang Practitioner.
Beneath this opening lay that dangerous living corpse.
The living corpse's appearance suddenly resurfaced before his eyes.
Its face was livid, its lips turned outward, and its black eyes held an inky green hue, ancient beyond measure. Its hands resembled tangled old roots, with thick, swollen joints!
Its fingernails, in particular, were even longer than its fingers!
His heart pounded.
The living corpse could move freely.
It had only come out during the thunderstorm to absorb more life force.
Normally, it probably lay dormant in its coffin.
If he went down, there was a very high chance he would face that living corpse.
Could I get out unscathed?
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, steadying his mind and calming himself.
Luo Bin suppressed that impulsive desire.
Curiosity killed the cat.
It could just as easily kill a Yin-Yang Practitioner who was ill-prepared and had limited means at his disposal.
He stood quietly, returning his gaze to the corpse core.
As the sunlight grew stronger, a beam happened to fall upon Luo Bin, and a faint, lustrous aura began to emerge from the corpse core.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak!"
Fourth Master Gray cried out, holding his front paws against his chest and rubbing them together.
"If you can handle it, you can have another bite some other day," Luo Bin said.