C36 (1/2)

The old Daoist lightly said, ”It's been two years since we last met, so it turns out that you've been hiding in this school.” The old Daoist glanced at the little girl again and said: ”With your current appearance, you aren't still cultivating the Ji Yin arts right?”

”It's not your turn to meddle in my affairs. Junior Brother, since we've met, I'll be frank.” At this moment, White-Pinkie extended his bony finger and pointed it at me, saying, ”I will definitely take this person's Yin Yang Soul!”

I was stunned and could not help but feel a chill run down my spine. I did not expect that this White Pink was like those ghosts, coveting my Yin Yang spirit.

What kind of thing was a Yin Yang Soul? I still don't understand, how did I get a Yin Yang Soul?

[What the heck, is this a joke?]

Speaking of which, your acting is so trashy, why aren't you guys reacting yet!

The old Daoist calmly looked at White-pink and lightly said, ”No way.” Not only is there no door, there's not even a window. ”

Upon hearing these words, the little white girl clenched her fists so tightly that they began to clatter. It seemed that she was about to make her move. But the old Daoist didn't show any signs of weakness. He just stared at him, his face calm, without any fear at all.

But at this time, that person suddenly threw a fist and coldly said, ”Then we'll see!” With that, the man gave me a hard look and turned to leave.

The old Daoist looked at his back and said, ”Just wait and see. I'm just watching you get lost!”

Without looking back, the man walked to the end of the corridor and jumped down.

I looked at his disappearing back and thought, This is the third floor after all, and with his skinny body, isn't he afraid that he'll fall so hard that his bones will pop out?

Seeing that his senior brother had already left, the old Daoist looked at his watch and then said to me, ”It's getting late. Let's go now.”

I gave a grunt, then locked the door and went downstairs with the old man.

On the way, I asked the old man, ”How did you get a senior brother?”

The old Daoist said, ”You better not get involved in this matter. Don't look at his sickly appearance; he's very powerful. Moreover, he has the Ji Yin technique. I might not be his match.”

”But, this time he's coming for me. I think it would be hard for me not to get involved.” I asked again, ”What is your senior brother's name?”

The old Daoist said, ”Lin Ming.”

I said, ”I don't understand. You're from the same sect as him. Why do you act like an enemy when we meet?”

The old Daoist said, ”Two years ago, I told Master about how he secretly cultivated the Ji Yin Arts, and then he was expelled from the sect.”

”Oh, so that's how it is.” I asked again: ”What is the Ultimate Yin Art?”

”It is a kind of technique that absorbs Yin Qi and uses it to cultivate. It is insidious, sinister, and harms oneself.” As the old Daoist spoke, a trace of indescribable sadness appeared in his eyes.

I asked again, ”They all said that I have a Yin Yang Soul. What exactly is a Yin Yang Soul?”

The old Daoist said, ”I can't hide it from you now, so I'll tell you. Yin Yang Soul, in simple terms, is a thing that can help you open the Yin Yang Eyes. Only people with Yin Yang Soul can open the Yin Yang Eyes. Furthermore, Yin Yang Souls are very helpful to people who cultivate in the Ji Yin or Ji Yang arts. Ghosts usually cultivate in the Ji Yin arts, which is why there are so many ghosts eyeing you. The reason why my Senior Brother has set his eyes on you is also because of your Yin Yang spirit. ”

I was stunned for a moment. ”Doesn't that mean I'm in danger?”

”Of course.”

As we talked, we had already arrived in front of the food stall where we ate stir-fried river flour yesterday.

On the road in front of the roadside stall, there is a sparse flow of people, and in front of the road is a forest. Inside the forest, there is yin energy, and looking inside the forest, there is actually a grave …

At this moment, a gust of cold wind blew past me, causing goosebumps to form all over my body …

Even though it was afternoon, there was a chilly wind blowing in the forest. The dense leaves blocked out the sunlight, while weeds grew everywhere beneath the forest. Strangely, there wasn't even a single blade of grass around the grave.

The old Daoist placed his hands in his pockets, took out two charms, and placed them in his palms. Then, he walked towards the grave.

I followed, uneasy.

I looked up and saw a man hanging from a branch ten meters to the left of the grave! No, not a human, but a corpse!

The corpse's mouth was slightly open while its eyes were wide open. The despair and fear from the moment of its death still remained in its eyes. His hands and feet, on the other hand, were tied with a rope.