The instant Seventh Master pulled us away.
The two doors suddenly burst apart as though they had been shelled, and an inch of frost formed right where we had been standing.
The yin energy was so powerful that if we hadn't dodged in time, we probably would have dropped dead on the spot.
In the blink of an eye, the already small room was packed with "people."
These people were all the departed souls of the Luo Residence. They retained their appearances at death, with grayish-white skin and rigid expressions.
Unlike last time, their eyes had gone from entirely white to entirely black, making them look even more frightening.
The three people inside kept ringing their bells and casting spells, controlling Master Luo and the others as they closed in on us.
We backed away in fright. Never mind Song Xiaotian and the others-even I was starting to feel afraid.
If these departed souls attacked all at once, how could we possibly hold them off? Even Seventh Master would struggle against so many.
Seventh Master knew full well that he couldn't let these souls attack. He immediately formed the Dao Finger gesture and began reciting the Soul-Calming Spell.
The Soul-Calming Spell's incantation wasn't composed of words, but a special language somewhat similar to Sanskrit.
As Seventh Master recited it, the souls instantly quieted down, and the black in their eyes gradually began to fade.
Those three must have been proficient in the Ghost-Controlling Art, able to manipulate these souls through special means. Here, apart from that Great Ghost, we were the threat to those three and their accomplices, and they could only attack us by controlling the souls.
Seeing that Seventh Master was about to quell the souls' resentment, the three cast another spell, all forming the Dao Finger gesture