The Xuanxue professor realized something was amiss from Zhou Lin's appearance. Zhou Lin's previous demeanor had a hint of righteousness, but this current state was undeniably that of an evil entity.
The gaze, in particular, was like that of a venomous snake. After experiencing so much, this kind of look and stare felt increasingly familiar.
"Never mind, as long as they suffer, we're fine. It doesn't matter anymore."
Guo Liang understood the Xuanxue professor's concern and decided not to dwell on it. As long as Zhou Lin was safe, nothing else was important.
Zhou Lin watched the ghost general, whose eyes were still glowing red, as it approached him step by step.
"Who are you? Why are you stopping me from using Taoist magic?"
The ghost general looked at Zhou Lin, his voice tinged with apprehension.
"I am Zhou Lin. Coincidentally, I am also a Taoist priest, but my Taoist magic is different. I am slightly better than you."
Zhou Lin sneered at the general.
Then, he reached out and removed the mask from the ghost general's face, revealing half a handsome face and the other half a skull.
"Don't... don't look at my face."
The man tried to cover his face with his hand but couldn't move. He could only endure it, glaring at Zhou Lin with resentment.
"How dare you! You actually dared to touch my mask?"
The ghost general looked at Zhou Lin, his voice filled with gritted teeth.
"Heh..."
Zhou Lin stared at the face for a long time, finally letting out a cold laugh.
Meanwhile, the mercenaries and students nearby were looking dispressed.
"What's going on? Why is it only half a face?"
Captain Bai was confused.
"How should I know? But Professor Zhou Lin seems to have figured it out. Speaking of which, this half-face is quite handsome. If the other half had flesh and blood, this would undoubtedly be a handsome man."
"Damn, do you have to be good-looking to be a Taoist priest these days? If this were our time, the Taoist temple would become famous just for a glimpse."
"Stop talking. I once thought I could become a Taoist priest. Before, it was Professor Zhou Lin, and I didn't expect to compare myself to him. But now I realize I can't even compare to the ghost general."
The students nearby were getting sidetracked.
In the livestream.
"I think this ghost general is indeed good-looking, no less than the great master."
"No, the great master is the most perfect in my heart. Even if he's good-looking, it's useless because he's dead."
"Your Great Xia is really interesting. Do you all like good-looking people? Are you all that superficial?"
"Our Eagle Country isn't lacking either. We have good-looking people who are no less than them."
"We're superficial, but how do you know that we don't look at beautiful women? If they're not good-looking, you wouldn't want to watch them either. How can you call us superficial?"
"No matter how handsome your Eagle Country people are, they're not as handsome as our Great Xia guys. I just find them displeasing to the eye."
...
Inside the tomb.
"You traded with these wronged souls, using forbidden arts to regenerate your flesh and bones, didn't you?"
Zhou Lin suddenly understood. He was using wronged souls to repair his own flesh. Such an act was despicable.
"That's my business, you don't need to meddle."
The ghost general's eyes turned dark.
"I don't want to meddle, nor am I interested. You no longer have a chance to repair your flesh."
After speaking, Zhou Lin took out his Emei刺.
Two qilin appeared beside him, staring menacingly at the ghost general.
"Attack. Don't hold back."
Zhou Lin waved his hand, addressing the qilin behind him.
The qilin suddenly raised its paws and stomped the general fiercely underfoot.
The general didn't utter a sound before his body vanished.
As the general disappeared, the scene before Zhou Lin and the others changed.
They returned to the cave they had seen before, where the wronged souls were still floating in mid-air, staring at Zhou Lin in shock.
"You..."
"I had intended to spare you, as you were all victims of persecution. But you colluded with evil, which is utterly detestable."
Zhou Lin's voice boomed with anger as he looked at the astonished craftsmen.
"The ghost general is dead... You actually killed him?"
One of the craftsmen looked at him in utter shock.
"How could this happen? What's going on?"
"How could the general die? We must avenge the general."
"But how can we fight?"
Zhou Lin heard the craftsmen whispering amongst themselves.
They were even contemplating seeking revenge against Zhou Lin, which ignited his anger.
The pitiable must have their hateful aspects; this saying was truly not false.
Then, Zhou Lin chanted a spell and summoned lightning.
Seeing the sky darken with rolling clouds, the craftsmen were terrified and hastily retreated to their wooden frames.
"We are already wronged souls. If we suffer the tribulation of lightning again, we will be doomed forever. How can you be so ruthless?"
"Yes, we are already miserable enough. Don't you have any sympathy?"
These wronged souls questioned Zhou Lin.
"You are already wronged souls and should not exist in this world. Now you are colluding with a malevolent spirit to harm others. This is absolutely unforgivable."
Zhou Lin's voice was cold, clearly unwilling to listen to the wronged souls.
They had come here first today. If these matters were not resolved, what about the subsequent personnel? Would they all perish here?
"We were innocent people, forcibly brought here by the officials to do hard labor. In the end, I was worked to death here. Only this ghost general helped us in the end. Even if it was a trade, we were willing."
A craftsman hurriedly recounted his grievances.
The archaeological team and students, having just experienced hard labor themselves, could indeed empathize with their hardship.
They had felt the sensation of being worked to death.
"Professor... how about... temporarily confining them? They've also endured great hardship."
"Yes, looking at it this way, they are indeed quite pitiful."
"Please be merciful."
The students also felt unbearable pity.
One by one, they spoke up in defense of the craftsmen.
Hearing this, Zhou Lin's eyes turned cold, and he turned to look at the students behind him.
Seeing the students' expressions of unbearable pity, Zhou Lin let out a sneer.
"Do you know what you're saying? Confine them? Can these guys be confined now? If you don't deal with them, what about the people who come later?"
"Once these people have selfish intentions, how will the people exploring the tomb later face them? What if they die? How will you take responsibility for this matter?"