In the communications channel, everyone talked over one another, voicing their unease.
Ye Lin simply listened in silence. He neither joined the discussion nor shared his suspicions.
Although they had only been in this exam for half a day, their nerves were already stretched to the limit. Every second had been a struggle against fear of the unknown, leaving them mentally exhausted. Sharing his suspicions now would only push them over the edge.
There are bodies in everyone's rooms. At least seven Celestial Masters died here. If everyone had a chance to survive, there would be ten bodies.
Ten Celestial Masters. That's far too many. These Daoists couldn't all have come from the Taoist Temple on the mountain.
The arrangements in the Ancestral Hall escalated layer by layer, doing immense harm to the household. By the time these Daoists set them up, they were no longer trying to save anyone. They were trying to hold the ghost back at any cost.
Unlike Zhang Xiao Peng, Ye Lin was more inclined to believe that the ghost had appeared in the Taoist Temple, forcing the Daoists down the mountain when they could no longer resist it. They had set up formations throughout the village, struggling to hold out with the help of those formations and the villagers while requesting reinforcements from Daoists elsewhere.
But the ghost was far more terrifying than they had anticipated. Even with ten or more Celestial Masters gathered together, they could not stand against it.
In the end, driven into a corner by the ghost, those Daoists had chosen to kill themselves in despair, using their lives to lay a formation and prevent it from escaping.
"Ye Lin, are we really safe staying here?"
"What if it's like before, and another ghost pops up in a little while?