Elsewhere, Fu Nanshan, who had led his junior brothers out of the Barren Forest, whipped his head toward the familiar voice.
Many Anomalies were chasing Fu Nanshan and the others as well.
Seriously, just how many people had been buried here before?!
Fu Nanshan kept running. With a turn of his wrist, the prayer beads around it scattered and shot forward.
Everywhere they passed, Anomalies went flying.
He was clearing a path.
The disciples behind him fought as they ran after him.
"Younger Uncle!"
Qin Yan threw herself at him, and he caught her.
"How did you end up here?"
His voice was cool as he asked.
Qin Yan hugged his neck. "I was going to the manor. The school bus brought me here from the tunnel."
Feeling a little guilty, she did not dare tell Younger Uncle that she had actually boarded the school bus of her own accord.
"Senior Brother, we're surrounded."
Anomalies surrounded them on all sides now, with the ordinary people protected in the center.
Fu Nanshan's expression barely changed. Holding Qin Yan, he simply closed his eyes.
"Zhi Ge, please."
He murmured softly. When he opened his eyes again, he was different.
The corners of the formerly aloof man's mouth lifted, giving him a much more sinister air.
"Well, this is lively."
Qin Yan hugged his neck, her eyes shining. "Other Younger Uncle, you're out!"
Fu Zhige pinched her soft, chubby cheek.
"Hold on tight."
With that, he took the Vajra Pestle out of his storage space.
A Vajra Pestle shaped like a spear appeared in his hand.
Then Fu Zhige shot forward like lightning, spear in one hand and Qin Yan in the other arm.
His robes billowed, and the spear moved like a roaming dragon in his hand. Every Anomaly in his path