Just as he mustered his spirits, after speaking, he suddenly deflated again, "But there are only seven seal patterns, no, only six and a half! It still feels so difficult."
"I still have a question," Tong Zheng said hesitantly, "Where did Dr. Youmi go? Didn't she leave with us?"
As Tong Zheng said this, Ke Wuwen realized it belatedly and shot up from his seat, "Yeah, where is Sister Youmi? Did we forget her somewhere?"
"Don't worry," Jing Minghe gestured for Chi Hao to help him up, "I sent Sister Youmi back to the thatched cottage. With Big Wolf protecting her, she won't be in danger."
"Oh my god!" Ke Wuwen exclaimed, and then it dawned on him, "Was it then? When Idol asked me to switch places with Sister Youmi! Was Sister Youmi already gone then?"
"Mm."
Ke Wuwen wailed, "Idol, I didn't even realize. You're amazing."
Jing Minghe twitched the corner of his mouth speechlessly, only to hear Tong Zheng ask him, "Why did you send Dr. Youmi back to the thatched cottage?"
"The seven seal patterns on my hand are incomplete. The last piece is in Guan Wei's possession, but when we found Guan Wei, he was already possessed. Fortunately, we arrived in time, and he only managed to tear it into pieces. Brother Hao collected all the fragments. I asked Sister Youmi to try her best to piece them together."
Tong Zheng sighed, "That's a monumental task."
"No matter what," Jing Minghe stretched his sore limbs, "Let's first find a way out of here. We can sort out the clues slowly after we get out."
Ke Wuwen nodded, packed the Blood Jade Pestle onto his back, and started counting on his fingers as he walked, "Right, get out first, then sort out the clues. Once we have a method to kill the evil spirits, we'll have to figure out how to find those eight evil spirits. Idol can see the words on their heads, so this shouldn't be difficult. Come on, keep going!"
Tong Zheng patted Ke Wuwen's back and added, "Also, be careful not to get possessed. We still don't know how Lin Ling and Guan Wei were possessed, and Chen Mu has disappeared somewhere. It seems likely that things have taken a grim turn."
"Zhang Yu was also possessed," Jing Minghe said, as only the four of them remained and he was certain they were all themselves. He decided to stop hiding it. "When we were at the Dragon King Temple, I stopped talking midway because I suddenly saw words near Zhang Yu's head. But at that time, the words near his forehead were blurry, and I couldn't see clearly, nor did I know what was happening. So, I chose to conceal it to avoid alerting the enemy."
"That Zhang Yu," Tong Zheng snorted, "It serves him right to be possessed. He's not only suspicious but also incredibly stupid."
Ke Wuwen scratched his head, feeling awkward to say anything. According to Jing Minghe's account, the real Zhang Yu was probably already dead. At this point, further words were useless.
"However," Tong Zheng frowned and asked, "Are the possessed people alive or dead? If we have to eliminate the evil spirits, do we have to kill them too?"
This was a question Jing Minghe had been pondering. If the possessed people were still alive, what should they do?
"Don't overthink it," Chi Hao whispered, "Let's find a way first."
"Mm."
Although Jing Minghe was the one who was blind, here, the others needed him to guide them forward.
Staring intently at the white dot ahead, Jing Minghe's eyes grew increasingly uncomfortable. The third time he raised his hand to rub his eyes, Chi Hao finally spoke.
"Stop, let's rest for a bit."
Ke Wuwen looked suspiciously at Chi Hao. He wasn't even tired yet, but the great Chi suddenly wanted to rest.
Tong Zheng understood, and he pulled Ke Wuwen to a halt. "We should rest. Staring at this vast expanse of white for too long can be disorienting."
Chi Hao's thoughtfulness and Tong Zheng's understanding touched Jing Minghe a little. Just as he was about to say he could hold on longer and lead everyone out of this unknown space as quickly as possible, he saw two glowing red words charging towards them.
"Brother Hao! Ten o'clock direction!"
As Jing Minghe finished speaking, Chi Hao reacted swiftly, pushing Jing Minghe to Tong Zheng and punching in the direction Jing Minghe indicated.
This was followed by the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground.
Fortunately, for the players, these ghosts had substance. Otherwise, such a dungeon would truly be unsolvable.
Hearing the sound, Chi Hao didn't give the opponent any chance to breathe, quickly stepping forward to deliver two more kicks, and then kicked it flying.
"Let go! This is ours!"
Jing Minghe looked in the direction of the sound, seeing two more red glowing words floating towards Ke Wuwen's voice. Jing Minghe immediately said, "Brother Tong, go help Wuwen. Don't worry about me."
Tong Zheng knew the importance of the Blood Jade Pestle to them and immediately ran over to help Ke Wuwen.
However, after Tong Zheng successfully helped Ke Wuwen retrieve the package, Jing Minghe saw three more groups of red words floating towards them.
They still hadn't found a way to eliminate these evil spirits. There were five ghosts in total, and only four of them. Furthermore, Tong Zheng and the others couldn't see these ghosts.
Jing Minghe felt an even sharper pain in his eyes. The fatigue of consecutive days made him feel weary. He figured Tong Zheng and the others felt the same.
There was no more time for hesitation. If they were trapped here, or if the Blood Jade Pestle was snatched by a few evil spirits, it would be a grave situation.
"Quick! Follow me! Brother Hao, cover our rear! Your five o'clock direction!"
Jing Minghe said this and ran towards the white dot.
Tong Zheng and Ke Wuwen dared not hesitate and followed closely behind Jing Minghe, running forward without looking back.
After Chi Hao kicked the ghost in the direction Jing Minghe indicated away, he also quickly followed. He wanted to get to Jing Minghe's side to protect him, but he knew that Jing Minghe would prefer him to protect everyone, and to protect the Blood Jade Pestle carried by Ke Wuwen.
Only if the Blood Jade Pestle remained intact would they have a chance to escape this dungeon.
Tong Zheng and Ke Wuwen, unlike Jing Minghe who could see a clear target, and unlike Chi Hao who only had eyes for Jing Minghe, felt as if they were running endlessly and aimlessly in an infinite void.
They trusted Jing Minghe, especially Ke Wuwen. Even with absolute trust in Jing Minghe, what they saw with their eyes still made them feel a constant sense of despair and helplessness.
When would this end? Where was their destination?
As if sensing the unease of those behind him, Jing Minghe spoke at the opportune moment, "We're almost there, just a little longer!"
As Jing Minghe said this, those behind him believed him. Regardless, they finally had a glimmer of hope.
But they didn't know that Jing Minghe's vision was becoming increasingly blurred. He was desperately trying to see the white dot clearly, but his eyes hurt more and more, and the white dot became increasingly indistinct.