You said you would tell fortunes, so you can catch ghosts and exterminate zombies easily?

Even Su Chen had to flatter him at this moment: "Senior has a good plan."

The two stood on the wooden owl, and as it took to the air, Qingwei gave a bitter smile: "It was just luck."

“Senior Mu once cast a divination for me, and the result was ominous. I thought of you and mentioned you briefly, and that's when things changed.”

"I've been thinking about where the variables should be."

Su Chen: "The formation can't trap me."

“Yes, their anger made them want to tear us to pieces. We should have been trapped in the Nine Revolutions Spirit Sacrifice Array, enduring endless torment to our souls—something they would have loved to see. It's a pity you were able to leave…”

"Senior, you deliberately cut the turtle meat into pieces and made me hide it, so that they would believe this."

Master Qingwei: "They must discover the existence of the Cave God..."

"They were really scared, afraid that we would escape."

"So they couldn't wait to change the formation..."

Su Chen frowned.

Master Qingwei only made it simple; the estimations and speculations he made must have taken a lot of effort.

"By the way, where's Ximeng?"

Wood Owl: "When she saw you guys trapped inside, she probably wanted to help, so she left and hasn't come back yet."

He was somewhat worried: "Could something have happened?"

Master Qingwei waved his hand: "It shouldn't be possible."

As soon as he finished speaking, a familiar fathead fish swam over from afar. However, the fish no longer carried a conch shell; instead, it carried an old Taoist priest wearing a tattered robe and a watermelon rind on his head. A soft ring of small black snakes draped around the old Taoist priest's wrist.

Upon seeing Su Chen and the others in the sky, the old Taoist waved his hands and made a megaphone shape with his hands around his mouth, shouting.

"Have you guys sorted it out? Can I come over now?"

The owl flew over.

The old Taoist priest stood up shakily on the fathead fish, carefully jumped onto its back, and took the small black snake off his wrist and handed it to Su Chen.

"Xi Meng?"

The old Taoist chuckled and said, "She might be... a little unlucky."

Su Chen: “???”

"Senior Song, what happened to you?"

"Haha, it's just a group of people, not bad guys. Things are a bit complicated, but anyway, everyone's fine, right? Let's not pursue it too much, what do you think, young friend?"

This string of smooth nonsense...

Su Chen frowned.

Master Qingwei cut to the chase: "Was that underwater lava eruption you just now related to you?"

"Haha, how could that be? I don't have that kind of ability, do I? Look at this tattered Taoist robe of mine, if I were to..."

Master Qingwei calmly took out a dagger and placed it against the old Taoist's neck, his tone gentle: "Speak, what happened?!"

"What I'm saying is, can't we be a little more polite?"

Master Qingwei pressed the blade against his neck: "Speak."

"Well, the high priest is dead. They performed a ritual with his blood, I guess they were trying to find his reincarnation, but only they know the specifics of what it was for. I really don't know, it's just..."

"Just what?"

"The impact area might be quite large; anyway, it was quite a commotion, with vibrations everywhere. I was probably a little better off because of this hat, I only fainted. This black dragon is also quite robust, but the others..."

Qingwei frowned: "They're all dead?"

"More or less, but there should still be one left. He had a dark, round disc in his hand. Anyway, I didn't see him when I woke up. Maybe he left to sail back and take all the bodies back with him..."

As he spoke, Senior Song raised his hand, gently grasped the dagger, and pulled it outwards.

Qingwei gave a soft hum, and he immediately let go.

Su Chen and Qingwei exchanged a glance.

"Where is it? Take us there."

"No problem, but could you please put the knife down first? I'm a little scared, you know, I've always been a coward..."

Master Qingwei put away the dagger, and under Senior Song's guidance, the wooden owl flew to the small island with only two or three trees.

Unfortunately, there wasn't a single corpse on the island, let alone a great shaman.

"I knew the other guy must have gone to set sail and hauled their bodies away, right?"

"They're pretty quick. It's only been a short while, and they've all disappeared."

“Look at the ground here, there were three torches stuck in the ground before, and the hole is still here.”

Su Chen looked around and took a deep breath.

"There is indeed a bloody smell."

Senior Song scoffed, "Would I lie to you?"

"I originally brought the little salamander to the rocks by the island to get some barnacles for it to try, but who knew we would run into this? It's purely a coincidence, really."

He looked sincere, but you could see that his brows furrowed even more deeply.

The latter walked around the area and nodded to Su Chen.

"Senior Song is probably not lying."

"I already said, I'm just a coward, not a liar." Senior Song picked up the conch shell from the ground. "Look, the conch shell used to be able to cover my aura, but after the ritual, it's completely useless."

"Sigh, I need to hurry up and find another one, otherwise if I run into my enemies, I don't know if I can escape."

"This time I really lost everything. Next time I'll never meddle in other people's business again. Every time I finally manage to save up some money, I squander it all. Look at me now, I don't even have a decent Taoist robe, my pockets are empty!"

Master Qingwei pondered for a moment, then tossed him a petal-shaped magic artifact: "Thank you for your hard work, senior."

Senior Song accepted it without ceremony, and examined it carefully: "I didn't expect you to be so generous. Not bad, not bad."

He put the magical artifact in his pocket and said, "If there's nothing else, I'll be going now."

Seeing him blow on the conch shell, jump onto the head of the swimming fathead fish, and leave, Su Chen looked at Daoist Qingwei again.

"Doubt him?"

Su Chen frowned: "This is too much of a coincidence."

Master Qingwei pondered for a moment, then slowly nodded.

"indeed."

He pondered for a moment before carefully speaking, "When Senior Song issued the mission, he vaguely mentioned the arrangement of those ships, which led me to guess that it might be the Nine Revolutions Spirit Offering Array. That's why I accepted the mission to resolve any potential problems."

"As for this ritual... the Great Shaman can cause tremors in spacetime, even erupting seabed magma. Its impact is far greater than the Nine Revolutions Spirit Sacrifice Array, yet he doesn't seem to be hiding anything..."

Su Chen raised the corner of his mouth.

"If you only tell half the truth, how can that not be considered concealment?"

Master Qingwei's gaze fell on Su Chen's hands, which had stopped their calculations, and he looked somewhat incredulous.

"Senior Song has connections with that great shaman? That..."

Su Chen: "Is there some kind of connection between the Nine Revolutions Spirit Sacrifice Array and the Great Shaman's ritual?"

Qingwei pondered for a long time, then slowly shook his head.

"Can't tell."

“But perhaps…” he looked at Su Chen, “is it possible that the Nine Revolutions Spirit Sacrifice Array was invented by the Witch Clan, or rather, originated from the Witch Clan?”

"But over the years, the Witch Clan has almost been wiped out. The Great Witch is probably the last one. It would be very difficult to confirm the relationship between the Nine Revolutions Sacrificial Spirit Array and them."

"Well then, I'll go back and look for ancient books. If I find any news, I'll let you know."

As she spoke, Qingwei spread her hands and waved to Su Chen.

Su Chen was stunned for a moment before he reacted, took out the bag of turtle meat and handed it to Qingwei.

"The rest is still yours; consider it payment for your help this time."

As she spoke, Qingwei carried the turtle meat onto the owl's back: "Let's go!"

Su Chen waved his hand.

After they left, he looked around carefully one last time, twitched his fingers, and then solemnly activated the Ghost Path to leave.

After they disappeared, ripples spread across the sky above the island.

A dark disc slowly emerged from the center of the ripples, with blood flowing gently on it.