"Thank you, Senior!" I gave the zombie a respectful bow and turned to run back towards the well.

At that time, I didn't know that while I was talking to the zombie, Feng Ruoxing had already encountered a crisis.

Not long after Ye Yang and I left, the lights in the room flickered for no apparent reason.

Because Wei Junyong and Wang Butcher's souls were unstable, oil lamps were still being used in the room to help them hold onto their spirits.

When Feng Ruoxing looked back, the flames on the table were leaning towards the door, as if someone had blown on them.

Ghosts blow out lamps by moving in the opposite direction of the flame.

Whether in ancient times or modern times, ghosts messing with lights is an extremely dangerous sign.

Many people think that with electric lights, there's no such thing as a ghost extinguishing the lights anymore. But that's not the case. Ghosts can still extinguish electric lights. When you see the light on either side of an electric lamp flickering unevenly, or half-bright and half-dark, with nothing else obstructing it, that means a ghost has reached out and blocked the light.

When its palm closes and the light goes out, that hand in the darkness is not far from you.

Feng Ruoxing walked slowly towards the table, her eyes flashing with a cold, sharp light like a blade.

Although Feng Ruoxing hadn't cultivated pupil techniques like Ye Yang and I, her eyes could still see through the yin and yang realms.

But Feng Ruoxing could see the flames on the table moving, but she couldn't see anyone near the table.

If that invisible yin wind wasn't a ghost blowing out the light, what could it be?

When Feng Ruoxing took another step towards the table, she saw a spine sticking out from behind it.

The other person was playing hide-and-seek with Feng Ruoxing, crouching under the table, but deliberately letting Feng Ruoxing see their back.

White clothes!

The Staff Immortal!

The first thing Feng Ruoxing thought of was the Staff Immortal who was chasing Wei Junyong.

Feng Ruoxing subtly twitched her arm, and the Shura short sword slid out of her sleeve into her hand. She curled two fingers on her other hand and tapped the table twice.

The figure behind the table slowly raised their head and met Feng Ruoxing's gaze.

This time, Feng Ruoxing finally saw the other person's face clearly. Half of their face had been smashed to pieces by something, with several wounds exposing bone.

The other half of their face was covered by their hair, making it impossible to see what they originally looked like.

The only thing Feng Ruoxing could see clearly were their fangs. The other person's teeth were all upturned, as sharp as knives, overlapping each other tightly.

After only looking at Feng Ruoxing for a few seconds, the other person raised a wooden stick from under the table.

As soon as the black, arm-thick wooden stick appeared in front of Feng Ruoxing, a strong, bloody stench wafted from it. The other person's stick not only lacked momentum, but even seemed somewhat unsteady.

Feng Ruoxing, who had experienced hundreds of battles, felt a sudden, inexplicable trance the moment the stick was raised into the air.

Snapping back to her senses, Feng Ruoxing used her left hand to hold the Shura short sword against the edge of the table, and her inner force erupted. The wooden table was instantly split in half by the sword energy. Feng Ruoxing also flashed into the middle of the split table, her sword aiming straight for the other person's forehead.

As the sword flashed past, Feng Ruoxing realized that there was no one in front of her.

Feng Ruoxing missed, not because the other person was too fast, but because the bloody stench from the stick had caused Feng Ruoxing to hallucinate. The other person had already left before she attacked.

Before Feng Ruoxing could react, she felt that deadly bloody stench enter her nostrils from behind.

The Staff Immortal was behind her!

Feng Ruoxing could even feel the other person slowly raising the wooden stick behind her, aiming at the back of her head, but her body seemed to be nailed in place, unable to move at all.

What locked Feng Ruoxing in place wasn't a formation, nor vengeful spirits, but the lingering bloody stench in the air.

The Staff Immortal moved away, but the scent from the stick was left in place. Feng Ruoxing flashed forward, only to plunge headfirst into the other person's trap, which was right in front of her. By the time she wanted to counterattack, it was already too late.

As cold sweat dripped down Feng Ruoxing's forehead, Ye Yang's sword cry arrived from afar.

The sound of the wooden stick being cleaved by sword energy rose sharply. The figure holding the stick flashed towards the window. Ye Yang's sword light erupted again, two beams of sword energy chasing after the opponent towards the window.

The figure and the sword shadows crashed into the glass almost simultaneously.

When I arrived in the courtyard, I first saw a figure breaking through the window amidst the flying glass, followed by two streams of sword energy angrily striking the sky.

I thought that the other person would be killed by Ye Yang's sword, but I didn't expect that person to cross their arms in the air to meet Ye Yang's sword energy.

As the other person screamed, two hands that had been cut off at the elbows fell to the ground. However, the other person didn't stop for a moment and disappeared over the courtyard wall without a trace.

When Ye Yang came out of the door, the first thing he did was not look at the figure running away over the wall, but to lock his long sword on me!

"Ye Yang..." I had just shouted when Ye Yang's sword scabbard slammed down on my head.

Caught completely off guard, I took a solid blow and fell to the ground, dizzy.