I felt that this little girl had no intention of hurting us.
It was just that her ability to express herself was limited, so what she said was very ambiguous.
But when I tried to confirm my interpretation with her, she started shaking her head again.
I grew a little anxious. After all, my life and the Seventh Master's were at stake.
"What do you mean by shaking your head? Did I misunderstand, or are you trying to say something else?" I asked again, holding her shoulders.
"I don't know..." She kept shaking her head. "Someone buried something here. Something very dangerous."
The Seventh Master crouched down and asked calmly, "Little girl, where exactly do you mean by 'here'? Around here, in this building, or right where we're standing?"
She started shaking her head again. From the look of her, she desperately wanted to tell us something but simply couldn't express it. "I don't know. Anyway, something's buried here..."
I thought for a moment, then said to the Seventh Master, "Why don't we find another way out? This little girl means us no harm. Better safe than sorry."
The Seventh Master stood up and glanced outside again, his attitude firm. "I believe this little ghost means us no harm, but a child's words aren't reliable enough to go on."
"Thunder Magic is a supreme art, incomparably fierce and powerful. Though I'm no match for those Daoist priests... I don't believe there's anything that doesn't fear even Thunder Magic."
With that, the Seventh Master stood in the doorway and formed the hand seal for the Spirit-Invoking Art again.
He still intended to use Thunder Magic to break the Ghost Wall.
This was an ominous place, and perhaps only Thunder Magic could disrupt its magnetic field.
"Nine Heavens Responding to the Origin