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"How could it be that it was there just now? I even saw it just now. How could it suddenly disappear? This is absolutely impossible. There must be something wrong. How about I look for it again?"

Look again, no matter how many times you look, it's the same, because he's not there, he's not there.

After searching for a long time, the people around found no spiritual energy. In fact, the spiritual compasses they had created earlier could not locate any of the positions; everything had been obscured.

"Was that just a delivery driver, or did we chase after the three ghosts? No, we need to find them quickly..."

A large group of security personnel quickly arrived, carrying batons, and drove the group away.

"Get out of here right now, or I'll call the police and have them deal with you little brats. How dare you break into someone else's hotel?"

This group of people left quickly as if they had never been there. They all disappeared in an instant. The moment they left, Chen Ziwen began to withdraw his divine sense. Only then did the group stop beside him. The three ghosts in front of him could no longer support themselves and sat down on the ground with blood flowing from their hands.

Liu Xiaoren roared after seeing this.

"Holy crap, holy crap, someone's dead, someone's dead..."

Li Xinxin went over and kicked him, causing him to slam against the wall.

"Judging from your naive and unsophisticated look, you, Chen Ziwen, come over here quickly and lift him onto the sofa to check on him."

Liu Santong and Chen Ziwen quickly carried the three ghosts onto the bed, then stared intently at him. His black Taoist robe was the center of his spiritual energy. As Chen Ziwen prepared to remove it, the three ghosts in front of him seemed to...

I forced myself to stand up and prepared to leave.

"You don't need to be so kind. I know what you're thinking, and I know you're colluding with the Yin-Yang Sect. Why don't you just send me to the Yin-Yang Sect? I don't care whether I live or die."

After saying that, the three ghosts in front of him prepared to leave, and Chen Ziwen laughed heartily.

"If you want to go back to the Yin Yang Sect, no one can stop you. However, once you return to the Yin Yang Sect, you will have nothing. What will you use to explain to them? The overall feng shui situation is already in my hands. Do you still want to take it back? That depends on whether you have the ability."

“The old men in the Yin-Yang Sect know your temperament well, and the old monster hiding in the stone gate has also started to come out. However, this time he came out and didn’t have time to care about the feng shui of the tomb. They are looking for our group. Since you have come here, you must have thought it through. I said before that you would come eventually, and here you are.”

As Chen Ziwen spoke, he used his divine sense to look him up and down.

His internal organs began to shift, and it seemed that he had indeed fought a very fierce battle.

The hands and arms have dislocated and shifted, and the flesh and skin are clearly rotting. It is obvious that other sects used some bone-altering methods to fix it.

Gui Sanyang was still desperately holding on, and just as he was about to leave, Chen Ziwen pulled him back. Then, his entire consciousness and energy began to flow through the Thunderflame Sword to remove all sorts of things from his body. The Thunderflame Sword began to realign his bones and adjust the position of his internal organs.

After all the bones and internal organs were moved to their correct positions, the arm was moved back to its original position.

He started gritting his teeth, the pain was really intense, but he still endured it.

After finishing, he sheathed the Thunderflame Sword and let out a long sigh of relief, finally returning to normal.

"I won't thank you. You've already absorbed the feng shui formation, and I can never get it back. This time, I've made a death sentence with the Yin-Yang Sect."

Chen Ziwen laughed heartily.

"You're taking the blood of the immortals, surely it's not just to activate your feng shui arrangement, is it? What exactly do you want with it?"

Gui Sanyang, who had been seen through at a glance, looked around and then noticed Liu Santong, who had blue eyes, standing next to him.

"It's you. As the highest-ranking mourner, what brings you here? Could it be that you've joined them in their evil ways?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Santong curled his lip.

"He is now my god, he is my spiritual attribute, and he will be the most important leader of the entire Jiangnan faction. I hope you can treat him well, otherwise I will not let you off the hook."

The most formidable figure in the entire factory was Chen Ziwen, followed by Liu Santong with blue eyes, and then Gui Sanyang, who was being closely watched by the two powerful figures.

After staring at everyone with a persistent, pleading look, he had no choice but to confess.

"My taking the immortal is not about taking out the immortal's blood, nor is it about feng shui; it's because my life is nearing its end."

Upon hearing this, Chen Ziwen felt it was the biggest joke he had ever heard. He burst into laughter and pointed at the three ghosts, saying...

"Now take a look at your body. Do you still have any serious illnesses? Once Lei Yan appears, all diseases will be cured."

The ghost was indeed the same as described above. He stared intently at Chen Ziwen, seemingly unsure of what to say.

"Don't look at me like that. I didn't save you for nothing. I'm here for revenge."

As Chen Ziwen spoke, the three ghosts in front of him knew what to say. They transformed and the entire Heavenly Abacus, hidden in its core, appeared directly in their hands.

"I thought this matter wouldn't be exposed. How did you find out? Could it be that the Yin-Yang Sect knows I took the Heavenly Abacus?"

The three ghosts were saying this from the side.

The Heavenly Abacus appeared in mid-air, its surface pitch black.

However, it is indeed made of real black metal, and the condensation and refining of this black metal is all made from the fresh first drop of blood of women born in the Yang hour, Yang day, and Yang month.

This Heavenly Abacus, almost every bead is made from this kind of blood bursting, so its spiritual power is exceptionally strong, making it very suitable for people in Yin-Yang sects who gather Yin energy.

The Yin-Yang Sect is not a conventional sect; it is both a good and a bad sect. In the overall spiritual society, they are in a neutral position. However, so far, the Yin-Yang Sect is considered to be doing quite well.