The old Daoist also agreed with Lin Xiaolei's speculation.
“Yes, it's highly likely.”
At this moment, the two paper puppets he had assigned to keep an eye on Zuo Lin'an saw him pull out a chair and sit down.
Just moments ago, he had also seen Zuo Lin'an attempt to take the vase on the table, only to give up for some reason. Was he reminiscing about his brother by looking at his belongings in his room?
He felt his guess might be a bit off, but he couldn't think of any other explanation for the time being, so he could only keep a mental note of it.
About five minutes later.
Zuo Lin'an's specter body arrived outside the courtyard where the guest rooms were located.
It was time to begin.
A chilly specter aura began to gradually diffuse through the air. The grandfather and grandson, who had still been talking in the guest room, instantly stood up in tension.
“Grandpa, a ghost is coming!”
The two quickly pulled out the talismans they hadn't used earlier, sticking some onto their bodies and clutching others in their hands.
“The density of this yin qi feels about the same as a Wandering Soul.”
Lin Xiaolei found it a bit strange, but the density of the specter aura suddenly spiked drastically.
He sucked in a sharp breath.
“I'd say... this must be the limit of a Malevolent Ghost, right? Could it be a Fierce Ghost?!”
“Grandpa, do you think... we can survive?”
The old Daoist let out a soft huff. “Useless brat, show some spine!”
“Do you really think this old Daoist's Heavenly Thunder Talisman is some cheap knockoff?!”
At this moment, through the paper puppets, he saw Zuo Lin'an still sitting in the younger brother's room, as well as the butler, Feng Xingyun, who had just walked in to speak with him.
The two of them looked perfectly normal, completely oblivious to what was happening here.
“Come on, let's go find them!”
Lin Xiaolei naturally knew who the old Daoist was referring to. He immediately pushed open the rear window. Moving nimbly, the two climbed out of the window and then scaled the wall.
They moved quickly along the somewhat eerie paths inside the old residence, steadily drawing closer to where Zuo Lin'an was.
But before they could run very far, they saw a figure suddenly materialize ahead of them.
They stopped immediately!
“Grandpa, the ghost is here.”
“He's blocking us. He won't let us go find Mr. Yao.”
The specter stood sideways on the only path ahead. Passing by it would be no simple task.
The old Daoist took a deep breath.
“He indeed looks exactly like Mr. Yao.”
Just then, the specter turned its head slightly to look at them.
What kind of eyes were those?
Crimson slit-pupils.
Just a fleeting glance was enough to throw the old Daoist and his grandson into a panic.
“It's a Fierce Ghost! This is a Fierce Ghost!”
“And the red is actually starting from the eyes! Usually, Fierce Ghosts like this are extremely savage, and the red color spreads much faster than in other Fierce Ghosts.”
In their understanding, any entity with red on its body was a Fierce Ghost.
By the amount of red staining the ghost's body and where it began, they could judge the strength of a Fierce Ghost and how long it would take to turn into a Blood-Clad.
And the eyes were the most unique part.
Whenever the staining began from the eyes, the probability of eventually turning into a Blood-Clad was much higher. In almost all related records, seventy percent of such Fierce Ghosts ultimately became Blood-Clad.
The fastest took two months, while the slowest took five years.
And the one before them not only had the staining start from the eyes, but it even had slit-pupils.
“Grandpa, this... this shouldn't be.”
“If the younger brother committed suicide, why would he turn into a Fierce Ghost, and such a ferocious one at that?”
At this moment, Zuo Lin'an suddenly took a step forward. With a blur of his figure, he closed a massive distance.
The old Daoist had no time to think. He bellowed,
“Take this thunder!”
And then, he forcefully threw out his Heavenly Thunder Talisman.
Instantly, countless golden sparks of electricity flickered on the talisman, rapidly gathering and growing stronger.
With a deafening crash of thunder, a bolt of golden lightning struck straight down, hitting Zuo Lin'an's body dead-on.
Yet, after the lightning subsided, the specter standing before the old Daoist and his grandson was completely unscathed.
They could even tell that the opponent was not only uninjured, but likely felt absolutely nothing.
“He's immune to the thunder talisman!”
Lin Xiaolei cried out in shock.
“Grandpa, this ghost is immune to the thunder talisman!”
Although the old Daoist was also shocked, he quickly snapped back to his senses.
“No, this isn't a ghost.”
“This is a specter dungeon. This is a specter, not a ghost!”
“It's not that he's immune to the thunder talisman, but rather, methods used to deal with ghosts are completely ineffective against him!”
Lin Xiaolei instantly grew anxious.
“Then what do we do?”
The old Daoist frowned. “What are you shouting for?”
“Use your talent! Didn't we select talents before entering the dungeon? Use your talent!”
Only then did Lin Xiaolei remember that he also had a talent.
“Should I use it now?”
Before they could finish speaking, Zuo Lin'an took another step, closing the distance between them once more. At this point, they were less than five meters apart.
The old Daoist pulled Lin Xiaolei and fled quickly.
“Don't use it yet. Wait until he actually makes a move on us.”
As he spoke, he also tried throwing the Evil-Expelling Talisman in his hand.
But as expected, when the Evil-Expelling Talisman landed on the specter, there was still no reaction whatsoever.
Excellent. It was now confirmed.
His methods indeed could not affect the specter.
Then they could only wait.
He would wait until the specter actually attacked before using his talent to deal with it. After all, talents had a cooldown after use. He had to seize the absolute limit of the moment to use his talent and escape danger.
At this moment, Zuo Lin'an was counting down the time.
One minute left.
...
Half a minute left.
...
Ten seconds left.
...
Time was up!
Zuo Lin'an reached out and grabbed the empty air. Some specter aura coalesced in his hand, transforming into a cold, gleaming, blood-stained boning knife.
The moment he gripped the knife, he took several consecutive steps, appearing beside Lin Xiaolei in what was practically the blink of an eye.
Just as he was about to strike Lin Xiaolei, the old Daoist suddenly made his move.
【Dungeon Notification: Player has used the talent: Perception Confusion! Your perception, emotions, and other faculties are currently in a state of confusion. You cannot maintain your sense of direction, nor can you hold any emotions such as hostility or murderous intent. Duration: One minute.】
Zuo Lin'an seemed to have been frozen in place, halting his pursuit entirely.
At this moment, he was in a state of utter confusion, making it absolutely impossible for him to continue hunting down the players.
Although his God's-eye view could still function normally, he couldn't use it to pursue the players either.
Because he had lost his sense of direction.
He clearly wanted to move forward, but ended up moving backward instead.
So if he thought about moving backward, would he move forward? Of course not! If he thought about moving backward, he might move forward, but he might also move left or right.
In addition, he didn't even have the desire to kill them right now. Even his murderous intent and hostility had been thrown into complete chaos.
Fortunately, it was only for one minute.
But... he also only had a one-minute hunting window!
After a minute passed, Zuo Lin'an returned to normal, but the hunting window had already expired, and the two had already run far away.
Zuo Lin'an took a deep breath. He did not give up, but instead continued to give chase.
He had 【Time Acceleration】. He would take advantage of the old Daoist's talent entering its cooldown period to redouble his efforts and kill at least one of them first.
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