Han Mingming rushed back to the mountaintop as fast as she could.
To her surprise, Xia Zhaozhao had also returned here from another direction.
Both of them looked at each other, panting heavily, noting the shock in each other's eyes.
“You...”
Before Xia Zhaozhao could finish her sentence, she spotted the Blood Ghost Curse hot on Han Mingming's heels.
Well, that solved the mystery.
This Blood Ghost Curse was Zhou Yunyun's doing.
Something had likely happened to her. Unwilling to die alone, she had cast the Blood Ghost Curse right before her death, trying to drag them down with her.
How could this be?
Xia Zhaozhao was shocked and bewildered.
She had always been so careful!
When on earth did Zhou Yunyun manage to steal something from her that could be used to cast a curse?
Noticing Xia Zhaozhao's gaze, Han Mingming instinctively looked back. The moment she saw the Blood Ghost Curse, she didn't dare linger. She immediately spun around and bolted toward the old residence ahead.
Her light veil flew out, wrapping around a tree branch, and swung her up and over the perimeter wall in an instant.
Xia Zhaozhao naturally followed suit.
The Blood Ghost Curse behind her was not slow either.
The two women scaled the wall and entered, running in the same direction with tacit understanding. They were no strangers to old residences like this; after all, the branches of the Limei Sect were all located in similar ancient manors.
Therefore, the location of the guest rooms should be more or less the same.
Even if they searched the wrong place, it wouldn't matter too much; it would just cost them a bit more time.
As long as they didn't stop, the Blood Ghost Curse wouldn't be able to catch up to them. However, they had just escaped from a ghost and then sprinted up the mountain while being chased by the curse. Their physical stamina was already completely depleted.
If they couldn't find a solution soon, they would likely lose their lives.
They now only had to worry about whether those two Daoists would actually step in to save them.
After all, Lin Xiaolei had already seen through them earlier, noting that they were plagued by heavy karmic sins.
His claims that they absorbed yang energy, blood aura, and even souls were indeed entirely true.
Thus, they were actually very anxious.
Keeping watch in the guest room, Lin Xiaolei suddenly stood up and walked to the door to listen closely.
He thought he had heard some movement in the courtyard, sounding like someone scaling the wall and landing on their feet.
He hurriedly walked over to the bed to wake the old Daoist.
“Grandpa, wake up! There's movement outside!”
The old Daoist waved his hand.
“Go take a look first. If you can't handle it, come back and call me.”
Lin Xiaolei muttered a complaint.
“What a sleepy old man!”
Then, he turned and rushed outside.
Pushing the door open, he caught sight of two somewhat familiar figures.
“It's you?”
“What are you doing sneaking over the wall and into the courtyard in the dead of night?”
Could they be trying to launch a sneak attack on him and his grandfather?
No, that didn't make sense.
With just the two of them, even a sneak attack wouldn't do anything to him, let alone his grandfather.
As he was pondering, something he absolutely did not expect occurred.
The two women actually fell straight to their knees.
“Daoist Lin, save us!”
Huh?!
Lin Xiaolei was utterly shocked. These two fiendesses were begging him to save their lives?
Han Mingming's voice was filled with sorrow.
“My sister and I have been targeted by the Blood Ghost Curse. Our lives are hanging by a thread. Please help us, Daoist.”
“We hope you won't hold our past actions against us at a time like this. This specter dungeon is exceptionally perilous. We can work together to escape! It's always better to have more people.”
Lin Xiaolei was taken aback when he heard this.
“The Blood Ghost Curse?”
Next, he saw two blood skulls outlined in fresh blood fly in from over the perimeter wall.
“Oh, it really is the Blood Ghost Curse.”
He watched the scene with great interest, without the slightest intention of stepping in.
After all, he had originally wanted to kill these three fiendesses.
If his grandfather hadn't been wary of this being a specter dungeon and feared that taking lives recklessly might trigger some unforeseen accident, how could they have survived until now?
Now that the two of them had come begging for help, why would he save them?
Even though, for him, dispersing the two blood skulls would only require casting two of the most basic lightning techniques.
His eyes darted around, and he suddenly flashed a warm, friendly smile.
“I can step in and cast a lightning technique.”
“After all, we are in a specter dungeon, and the situation is unclear. As fellow players, we ought to help each other. Besides, if you die, it might trigger some unexpected accident.”
He noticed their eyes light up, and only then did he take two steps forward to get closer to them.
At this moment, he began forming hand seals to cast a spell.
Although Han Mingming and Xia Zhaozhao didn't know lightning techniques themselves, they had seen many Daoists perform them, so they could recognize some of the specific hand seals.
It really was a lightning technique!
The lightning technique Lin Xiaolei was casting was the weakest one he had learned, known as Fingertip Lightning.
It was mostly used to deal with newly born Wandering Souls. After all, Wandering Souls were incredibly weak!
However, although lightning techniques were powerful, the mana required to cast them was several times that of other spells of the same tier.
But because lightning techniques highly countered yin spirits and the like, casting them was an inevitable choice when encountering ghosts.
Consequently, using a high-powered lightning technique against a very weak Wandering Soul would be like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.
Decades ago, a cultivator proficient in lightning techniques developed Fingertip Lightning, which required very little mana to disperse most Wandering Souls.
Normally, when cultivators traveled the world, most of what they encountered were Wandering Souls, and Fingertip Lightning was more than enough to handle them.
Thus, although this lightning technique was called the weakest lightning technique and specialized in targeting Wandering Souls, it was highly popular!
And this was also the very first spell his grandfather had taught him.
He could guarantee that!
A smirk tugged at the corner of Lin Xiaolei's mouth.
His Fingertip Lightning definitely wouldn't kill anyone!
Finishing the hand seals, he pointed his fingers at the two women in front of him.
Fingertip Lightning!
Immediately after, two thin streaks of lightning erupted from his fingertips.
Under their hopeful gazes, the two streaks of Fingertip Lightning shot forward rapidly. However, they didn't seem to be heading toward the blood skulls—they were heading straight for them instead!
Han Mingming shrieked, “Wait, don't—”
Two faint rumbles echoed.
Unable to dodge in time, Han Mingming and Xia Zhaozhao took the full brunt of the Fingertip Lightning. Their bodies went rigid, and they collapsed to the ground, twitching from time to time.
Though their minds remained perfectly clear, their bodies were completely paralyzed by the lightning strike. Even begging for mercy had become a pipe dream.
In the end, they could only widen their eyes, watching helplessly as the Blood Ghost Curse descended upon them.
“No...”
Lin Xiaolei watched the scene with a smile, even offering a thoughtful explanation.
“My bad, my aim was off.”
The next second, the Blood Ghost Curse made contact with their bodies. Instantly, the blood inside them was drained at a frantic pace. In a mere two to three seconds, the two of them had actually turned into desiccated corpses.
Seeing this, Lin Xiaolei was somewhat surprised and stared blankly.
“Completely... drained dry?”
There were two Blood Ghost Curses.
And the ones cursed were the two of them.
In other words, the person who had cast two Blood Ghost Curses at once was the other woman who wasn't here.
To completely drain a person of all their blood...
The caster would have to sacrifice half of their own blood. To curse two people to death at once meant that the caster had sacrificed every single drop of blood in her body.
Which meant the caster must have died.
“Just how deep was the grudge between them?”
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