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"": "Miao Lan's slow pace did indeed irritate Luo Bin, and even made him a little anxious.
He did not want Huang Ying to suffer any torment.
On second thought, Miao Lan was so arrogant, and Miao Na was just as conceited. All their hatred was focused on him alone.
They were unlikely to turn to torturing Huang Ying before he arrived. Fundamentally, they had no grudge against her; at most, they were using her as a pawn.
So Luo Bin stopped goading Miao Lan.
Still, Miao Lan did pick up his pace a little.
The night grew deeper, and the woods grew quieter. No one followed them.
Granny Li and the others dared not defy Luo Bin's demand.
Huang Shuang and the twenty-odd Spirit-Transfer Cave People all walked up to those women.
Miao Na remained where he was. The reason he could still resist was the ointment smeared beneath either side of his nose. It was a secret preparation of shamanic medicine that kept people clearheaded.
What Miao Na saw now was completely different from what Huang Shuang and the others saw.
He still saw Kong An. All the women had disappeared.
Kong An held a tower-shaped object in his hand. The little tower was built from layers of some pitch-black, flattened objects. They were not especially flat, and their surfaces gleamed as though glazed.
A peculiar scent drifted from the little tower.
Was that scent the source of everyone's hallucinations?
Miao Na was utterly chilled.
As for the Plague God Living Corpse, it stood facing one direction, utterly motionless.
The living corpse did not move because Huang Shuang had stopped it.
The Spirit-Transfer Cave's secret spirit transfer corpse-driving technique allowed them to completely command the living corpses under their control.
"Fall back!"