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Before Liu Zhimin could respond, he braced himself against the wall with one hand and leaped down like a cheetah, landing lightly and silently.

Everyone in the courtyard was stunned by the sudden intruder.

Someone hurriedly shouted, "Get out of here!"

And in front of the incense table.

The little girl with her head turned away and her pupils unfocused,

Or rather, the "thing" occupying her body slowly straightened her neck, which had been completely twisted 180 degrees, and cracked a non-human smile.

A rough, hoarse sound rose again from his throat, producing indistinct syllables.

Just then, another strange thing happened. The little girl's mother, for some unknown reason, suddenly ran towards her like a madwoman.

The others tried to stop her, but it was too late. The woman ran while crying and shouting:

"Yeon-soo! Yeon-soo, wake up! It's Mommy!"

Whether it was her crying that had an effect or not, a flicker of struggle crossed the girl's face, and her previously bluish complexion returned to some semblance of normalcy.

"Mom."

A child's innocent voice seemed to give the woman a glimmer of hope. She looked delighted and reached out to hug the little girl, but she didn't notice the lifelessness in the girl's eyes.

"don't want!"

Cui Shi'an tried to rush over to stop her, but it was too late. A small hand suddenly grabbed the woman's neck!

The girl's once peaceful face was once again covered in ashen white, turning sinister and terrifying.

"Damn it!"

Cui Shi'an suddenly stopped, his gaze fixed intently on the shadowy figure behind the girl—the outline of the shadow seemed clearer than before, with tattered armor and flowing hair faintly visible.

He looked down and saw that the other person's shadow remained within the magic circle that the witch had set up with tribute rice beforehand.

Thinking of this, he took out the water gun that Liu Zhimin had given him and sprayed it on the little girl.

Wizards dressed in formal attire.

A little girl who is tied up.

A woman whose body is suspended in mid-air.

In addition, there's Yoo Ji-min with the cat-like head, and Choi Si-an, the weirdo who sprays people with a toy water gun.

The scene was extremely bizarre.

However, the water gun seemed to work.

At least the woman who was being choked was saved.

The girl let out a hoarse roar, her attention completely focused on Cui Shi'an.

Seeing this, the other wizard assistants rushed over and snatched the woman back.

But Cui Shi'an had a vague feeling that the water gun did not seem to harm the other party, but instead angered them.

The feeling was like pouring a basin of foot-washing water on a hot-tempered passerby.

Although it is not very harmful, it is extremely insulting.

"What kind of skill is it to hide inside a child's body?" Cui Shi'an shouted, his voice ringing out clearly in the quiet courtyard.

"If you have the guts, come out!"

After saying that, he took out the "rice ball bomb" that Liu Zhimin had given him from the side pocket of his backpack and threw it at the girl's shadowy figure behind her!

"laugh--!"

The moment the white rice touched the phantom, it burst forth with far more intense blue smoke and a foul stench than before!

The little girl let out a piercing scream, her whole body convulsed violently, and the phantom behind her suddenly expanded and twisted, like an enraged beast, and one foot stumbled out of the circle!

In an instant, Cui Shi'an felt a chill rushing towards him!

The chilling sensation that went straight to his heart and lungs gave him goosebumps!

Holy crap! This guy actually showed up!!!

"Isn't it ready yet??" he yelled at Liu Zhimin outside.

"Immediately!" On the wall, Liu Zhimin took a deep breath, the blurry images of riding and archery in his dream overlapping with his body's instincts.

She nocked the arrow, drew the bow, and her eyes, hidden beneath the cat-eared helmet, were free of all distractions, focusing only on the tip of the arrow and the area three feet above the girl's head—

Whoosh!

The arrow pierced the air!

It then precisely disappeared into the air about three feet above the girl's head!

In the eyes of Liu Zhimin and everyone in the courtyard, the arrow seemed to be floating there out of thin air, with only the fletching of the arrow still trembling slightly!

"Ugh—!!!"

The little girl let out an unprecedentedly shrill scream.

The sound was so sharp it almost ripped my eardrums off!

Her body arched violently, as if pierced by an invisible force, and the foot that had just stepped out of the rice circle suddenly retracted, as if it had touched a red-hot iron.

"My lord...my lord...it hurts...save me...my lord..."

She clutched her head with both hands, shaking it frantically, uttering broken, painful, and resentful murmurs: "Help...me..."

"It works!" Cui Shi'an didn't have time to ponder what "military lord" she meant. Taking advantage of her injury and the turbulence of her phantom image, he roared at the stunned wizard assistants:

"What are you waiting for! Hold her down! Now!"

The wizard's assistants snapped out of their daze, and several bold and burly men rushed forward, forcefully pinning the girl's limbs down and fixing her firmly to the ground covered with yellow paper.

The girl was still struggling, her strength was astonishing, but her cries of "Lord" grew more urgent, carrying a sense of despair at the end of her rope.

The injured witch struggled to her feet, staggered back to the altar, grabbed the thin-skinned dagger, and began chanting incantations again.

Seeing that the girl was subdued and the arrow seemed to have "pinned" something, Liu Zhimin felt relieved and even felt a little smug.

She put away her recurve bow, walked around to the door, and ran quickly to Cui Shi'an's side, her voice, hidden beneath her cat-ear helmet, filled with undisguised excitement:

"How was it? I aimed pretty well, right?"

Cui Shi'an, however, was not as optimistic as she was. His gaze was fixed on the girl, especially on the "military lord" that she kept repeating.

A sense of unease began to rise in my heart.

"Be careful, it's not over yet," he whispered, pulling Liu Zhimin slightly behind him.

Just then, the witch's ritual reached its most crucial and bloodiest step.

Her eyes flashed, her incantation stopped abruptly, and her right hand swung down with lightning speed!

A flash of cold light!

The rooster bound on the altar didn't even have time to let out a complete crow before its head was severed at the neck!

The scalding hot chicken blood gushed out like a fountain!

The witch was prepared. She caught most of the blood in a ceramic bowl, and then, without hesitation, splashed the bowl of scalding blood onto the girl's face!

"Using blood as a catalyst, the filth reveals itself! Break!"

"Sizzle—!"

The moment the blood touched the girl's skin, it emitted a horrifying sound like a branding iron scorching flesh, and strange wisps of bluish-black smoke rose up.

The girl's screams stopped abruptly, her entire body convulsed violently, and her face contorted in extreme pain.

However, the expected departure of the evil spirit from the body did not occur.

"Whoosh—!!!"

A chilling wind, several times stronger than before, suddenly rose up out of nowhere without warning!

The wind was icy cold, carrying a strong fishy smell and resentment, and instantly swept across the entire courtyard.

The torch shook violently, almost going out, and the objects on the incense table were blown about, while the hanging talismans and bells rang wildly, but without any regular sound!

It was as if the whole world was nothing but a cacophony of noise.

"Ah!" Liu Zhimin stumbled from the wind and instinctively grabbed Cui Shi'an's arm tightly, while his other hand quickly pressed the button on the side of the helmet.

"Clatter!"

The face shield popped down again, completely protecting her small face.

Through his goggles, Liu Zhimin saw an even more terrifying sight—

The burly wizard assistants who had been holding the girl down just moments before were suddenly struck by an invisible giant hand, and were sent flying by the gust of cold wind without any resistance. They crashed heavily onto the wall or the ground in the distance, struggling to get up for a moment.

In the center of the eerie wind, the thick, bluish-black smoke slowly dissipated.

The spot where the girl had been lying was now empty.

Everyone's heart was in their throat.

The next second, Cui Shi'an's pupils suddenly contracted!

A petite figure, yet exuding boundless chill and malice, appeared silently less than a foot in front of him, like a ghost.

It was that little girl named Yeon-soo.

But her demeanor at that moment was nothing like that of a ten-year-old child.

She tilted her head slightly, her neck supported at an unnatural, stiff angle, and her face and hair were still stained with undried chicken blood, yet strangely, it did not drip down.

The once clear eyes of a child are now only two bottomless pools of pitch black, churning with viscous malice.

She tilted her head back, staring intently at Cui Shi'an, a slow, extremely awkward smile spreading across her lips.

Then, a hoarse voice, completely different from the previous rough and hoarse one, but even more eerie, as if it were made up of countless broken vocal cords rubbing together, squeezed out from her young throat.

Like countless people whispering in your ear:

"It's...you again..."

"...Tang...General..."