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“Be careful! I didn’t notice these stairs earlier, but now it seems they’re arranged according to the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams. If you take the wrong one, you might be teleported out,” Wesley shouted.

"Then which way do we go?" Yuan Zhenxia asked.

Wesley frowned. "Strange, this place seems to have the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams, but it's also a bit odd. I need some time."

Yuan Zhenxia frowned and said, "Six minutes have passed."

"Go this way," Chen Ziwen shouted.

He had already unleashed a mental storm, directly sensing the ghosts hiding there and pinpointing their location.

He directly used his powerful mental energy to hypnotize a little ghost, and then followed the little ghost's memories to walk across the paper bridge.

Take three steps forward, then one step back, wait three seconds, then walk to the left...

Soon, the paper bridge disappeared, and a loft appeared.

The attic was dark and dilapidated, as if it had been there for hundreds of years.

At the same time, there was no wind blowing around, but one could feel a chilling wind blowing, which went straight into one's bones and flesh, making one's bones stiff and one's heart feel frozen, as if it would take a lot of effort to beat.

"Burn down the building! Burn down the building! Otherwise, the Netherworld will descend, and the entire human realm will face a great calamity..."

A mournful voice came from somewhere, giving the impression that even the dying speak kind words.

Wesley and Yuan Zhenxia suddenly grabbed Chen Ziwen's shoulders, one on each side, and shouted blankly, their eyes lifeless and faces numb, "Burn down the building..."

Although he spoke urgently, he uttered each word slowly and deliberately, which, combined with the numb expressions on Wesley's and Yuan Zhenxia's faces, made the situation very strange.

"Damn it, they've been invaded by the ghostly energy here," Fang Tianya said.

To her, the aura here was merely a special gas, but according to Earthlings, it was ghostly energy. She activated the Blue Blood Bible once more, and a soft, blue glow emanated from it, gradually restoring Wesley and Yuan Zhenxia to their senses.

The two men were stunned for a moment as they watched them restrain Chen Ziwen, then said in unison, "You've fallen for it again?"

Chen Ziwen nodded.

Wesley looked at Yuan Zhenxia and said, "It seems we were a bit too careless."

Their eyes met, both flashing expressions of utter embarrassment. They couldn't help Chen Ziwen, but at least they shouldn't be a burden. They used to be seen as legends, but now they were just dragging him down.

Yuan Zhenxia took out two silver needles and pricked his temples, causing some blood to flow out.

Strangely, the blood was golden yellow, and it also emitted a faint glow.

Wesley then pinched his brow, and a thin slit appeared between his brows, resembling an eye.

"Forcibly unleash your potential?" Fang Tianya asked.

“It wouldn’t be good to keep holding you back,” Wesley said.

"Time is running out," Yuan Zhenxia said.

The four quickened their pace toward the attic. The voice from before was still ringing out, but they no longer paid it any mind and were no longer susceptible to its influence.

From the outside, the attic looks like a very small attic, but the space inside is quite large.

You can see many children running around from the window.

"Ghost children?" Chen Ziwen asked.

A powerful burst of spiritual energy erupted, and the ghost children fled in a whoosh, leaving the attic empty.

The four rushed in and saw a figure resembling an evil god at the very back of the attic.

The evil god held a child high in his left hand, his fingers piercing the child's body, blood dripping continuously. He drank the blood. In his other hand, he held a weapon that looked like a pestle, ferocious yet brave, making people afraid to look up at him.

"strangeness."

"strangeness."

Chen Ziwen and Fang Tianya said at the same time.

"What's strange? Have you thought of a way to break it?" Wesley asked.

“I sensed a magical power emanating from that evil god, but it wasn’t strong. Is the entire attic supported by this evil god?” Chen Ziwen asked.

Yuan Zhenxia said, "You'll know once you try."

He picked up a pebble and shot it.

"Boom!"

A black light shield appeared, protecting the evil god.

The next moment, the evil god opened his eyes and spat out a jet of blood from his mouth.

Chen Ziwen stomped on the floor, and a section of the floorboard flew up and turned into a shield in front of the four of them.

Is it so powerful?

Chen Ziwen laughed and said, "I have already sensed the sorcerer behind the evil god. He's just a nobody from Southeast Asia."

Chen Ziwen stared intently at the evil god, and floorboards flew up and crashed towards the evil god.

The black light shield was initially quite strong, but it quickly became thin and was about to break.

Wesley and the others realized that the contest between mages should have been a competition of magic and power, but now Chen Ziwen had forcibly pulled them into a contest of mental strength, which was much more dangerous. The loser could easily become an idiot.

"Why is it already light?" Yuan Zhenxia looked outside in confusion.

Sure enough, it was dawn outside the attic, and a bright sun was rising.

"The entire building is upside down; what appears to be blazing sun is actually a yin moon. Hurry, time is running out."

"It's not too late, break!" Chen Ziwen shouted, and the evil god exploded.

"Boom!"

Not only did the statue of the evil god explode, but the blazing sun outside also exploded, creating a tremendous spectacle.

Wesley, Yuan Zhenxia, ​​and even Fang Tianya all felt a powerful spiritual force permeating the surroundings.

"Ah..." The screams of many little devils rang out.

Soon, those sounds disappeared.

"Eliminated?" Fang Tianya asked Chen Ziwen.

Wesley and Yuan Zhenxia were also stunned. Then they gave a wry smile, realizing that they couldn't help at all.

"That's about it. That mage lost his duel with me and should be mentally unstable by now. Let's go find him," Chen Ziwen said.

Suddenly, the four of them lost their footing. Fang Tianya waved his hand, and the four of them regained their balance and slowly fell.

"Holy crap, celestial beings descended from the sky?" Ah Feng exclaimed. He and Ah Chao had just persuaded the female student ghost to leave when four people flew down from above his head.

But he was clearly standing on the rooftop, so how could someone have flown down from the sky?

"Hey, Mr. Wei and Mr. Yuan? Mr. Chen, the richest man? Hey, where did you come from?" Ah Chao couldn't help but ask. He looked up at the sky; it was gradually clearing up, and the light was enough to see. There was nothing in the sky that could carry people!

Ah Chao was still wearing black sunglasses, his indifference unchanged, and he didn't say much. However, he couldn't help but look up at the sky, also surprised at how Chen Ziwen and the other three had appeared.

"I'll leave this to you to handle for now," Chen Ziwen said, beckoning the three of them downstairs.

Chen Ziwen restarted the elevator and took it downstairs.

Upon arriving downstairs, Ye Lanqiu rushed over and hugged Chen Ziwen tightly before letting go and carefully examining his body from head to toe.

"Don't worry, I'm fine. You can go into the building now. Everything's alright. We need to take care of some things." Chen Ziwen gestured for the three of them to leave.

In the car, Fang Tianya received a phone call. After hanging up, he said, "Zhang Biao is indeed with Li Ka-shing. Tan has found it, but there are quite a few mages there. I told Tan not to reveal his identity."

“That’s good. It would be best if Zhenxia and I took action later. You two should try not to reveal your identities,” Wesley said.

The car drove very fast, and soon they arrived at the Li Family Manor.

The Li family manor is very large, resembling a residential community. High walls isolate everything inside the manor from the outside world.

The four arrived at the gate, where the guards rushed to greet them. One of the security guards shouted, "Who are you? What do you want?"

With a thought, Chen Ziwen sensed that Zhang Biao was in danger and quickly kicked the security guard.

The kick was extremely powerful, sending the security guard flying backward and simultaneously smashing open the large iron gate.

Another guard came forward, and before Chen Ziwen could make a move, Yuan Zhenxia kicked him with a flying kick.

The four men entered the courtyard, alerting many security guards.

Wesley called out, "Awen, you and Miss Fang go and rescue them. Zhenxia and I will deal with these people."

Yuan Zhenxia nodded in agreement.

The two were well aware that while their experiences were legendary compared to ordinary people, they paled in comparison to Chen Ziwen and Fang Tianya. Rather than going in and being unable to help, they decided to deal with these small fry outside to prevent them from interfering with Chen Ziwen and Fang Tianya.

"Okay." Chen Ziwen didn't hesitate. He sensed that Zhang Biao's soul was under great threat and was about to be destroyed.

Seeing the group arrive in a patrol car, Wesley and Yuan Zhenxia rushed forward. The two were skilled in martial arts and quickly knocked the security guards to the ground.

Chen Ziwen pulled Fang Tianya into the car and drove in the direction of Zhang Biao.

Upon arriving at the backyard, Chen Ziwen drove straight in.

The two security guards initially tried to stop him, but seeing Chen Ziwen's fierce charge, they quickly hid to the side.

Chen Ziwen pulled Fang Tianya out of the car and then rushed into the courtyard.

"Halt!" someone shouted.

A sense of crisis arose, and Chen Ziwen darted to the side, only to be hit by a bullet that struck the spot where he had just been standing.

Fang Tianya raised a finger, and the ring on his hand emitted a dazzling blue light, like a laser bullet.

"what!"

One person screamed and fell from the second-floor window, still clutching a gun in his hand.

Chen Ziwen rushed forward, grabbed the gun, and without even looking up, fired in several directions.

He has already locked onto the enemy here using his mental storm.

"Bang bang..."

Several gunmen in the room fell to the ground, all shot between the eyebrows.

Chen Ziwen kicked open the door and rushed in, entering the back room.

There were five people in the back hall. One of them, a man, lay on the ground, his clothes torn to shreds, unconscious. He was still holding an iron pestle in his hand. The other four were dressed as a sorcerer, and the other two were probably his disciples. These four had dark skin, characteristic of people from Southeast Asia.

The last person was none other than Li Zekai, who was hiding behind the sorcerer, his face showing some fear.

Chen Ziwen ignored the five people and looked at the bottle in the monk's hand that looked like the jade bottle held by Guanyin Bodhisattva.

He sensed that Zhang Biao was inside.

“Chen Ziwen, you…” Li Zekai was flustered, but tried his best to remain calm.

Chen Ziwen ignored him completely and fired directly.

"Bang." The bottle shattered.

Zhang Biao's soul flew out of the bottle.