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"": "How could a master from Six Yin Mountain be here?
This place... was supposed to be a trap Yuan Yinxin had laid, a barrier to stop anyone else from entering the Mountain Gate of Primordial Calculation!
Within seconds, the man vanished from Luo Bin's sight.
They were behind a wall. Once the man drew close enough to the Main Hall, they could no longer see him at all.
"Fuck..." Xu Lu's lips moved. He had reacted a little slower than Luo Bin, but he too had spotted the problem.
"What's going on?" Xu Lu moved his lips again without making a sound, merely mouthing the words.
Luo Bin shook his head and held a finger to his lips.
This man's appearance had completely overturned his analysis, even his understanding of the situation.
He had chosen this spot because there were no other dangers here, because there could not possibly be another "Manager." Yet now there really was one-and a master from Six Yin Mountain at that...
The man was definitely not here merely as a soul. The Calling Bell and Bronze Club at his waist could inflict fatal injuries on them.
Should they leave now?
Taking their chances on any of the eight peaks would be less dangerous than staying here.
For a moment, Luo Bin was torn, conflicting impulses warring relentlessly inside him.
Xu Lu raised his hand. A talisman lay quietly in his palm.
The talisman resembled facial features, and those features resembled mountain peaks.
"He has to sleep sometime. Nobody can go without sleep. Slap this on his face, have Old Master Bai and Miss Xian'er hit him with everything they've got, then stab him through the heart."
"He'll be dead for sure!"
"Whatever's wrong here, we take care of him, break