Under normal circumstances, the old Daoist would have definitely argued with Feng Xingyun.
But now, he couldn't.
The specter had just vanished, which meant it was undoubtedly chasing Lin Xiaolei. He had previously assumed the specter would stay behind to kill him first, giving him a chance to buy some time.
But now...
“Mr. Butler, I have an urgent matter to attend to. If you don't have anything pressing, please wait a moment.”
He wanted to leave, but Feng Xingyun would not allow it.
He glided over gracefully, blocking the path ahead.
“Where are you going, Master?”
“What urgent business must you attend to in the dead of night?”
“Why not return with me to the hilltop manor to rest, and we can discuss this after daybreak tomorrow?”
Having said this, he looked around.
“By the way, where is your grandson, Master? Why isn't he here?”
The old Daoist took a deep breath. At this moment, he had absolutely no patience to bicker with Feng Xingyun.
“Are you going to let me pass or not?”
Seeing how firm he was, Feng Xingyun slightly retracted his gentle expression. His peaceful eyes narrowed, inadvertently revealing a sliver of piercing coldness.
The old Daoist had been staring at him the entire time, so he naturally noticed this subtle change in expression, and his heart instantly turned cold.
This was bad.
This man was far from simple!
He was definitely more than just a butler.
Feng Xingyun's tone also grew slightly deeper.
“Master, although I do not know where your grandson is right now, for the two of you to be in such a hurry to leave, you must have discovered something, right?”
“I cannot allow that.”
“No matter what you have discovered, the young master's reputation must absolutely not be ruined.”
Even at this point, Feng Xingyun was still maintaining his character persona.
After all, as the butler, he had previously discussed with the young master how to kill the younger master. But before he could even make a move, the younger master had died. From the butler's perspective, there were two possibilities.
First, the younger master committed suicide.
Second, the young master did it himself.
Of course, in his view, the likelihood of the young master doing it was extremely low.
However, no matter how low the probability, the possibility still existed.
To a loyal butler, the scandal of the young master killing his own younger brother must absolutely not be exposed, even if there was only a sliver of a possibility.
Not even a single shred!
And now, the two masters staying at the old residence were fleeing in the middle of the night. In the eyes of Feng Xingyun the butler, they had undoubtedly discovered a shocking secret.
They must have felt that staying any longer would be dangerous, which was why they wanted to escape under the cover of night.
Thus, it was highly logical for Feng Xingyun to appear here and block the old Daoist.
Of course, the actual situation was...
After recovering his senses from being targeted earlier, although he had lost his memories of the event, he had later learned exactly what had happened from Zuo Lin'an.
Furthermore, he had been immediately dispatched here by Zuo Lin'an to intercept the two of them.
Although only the old Daoist was here when he arrived, it didn't matter. Zuo Lin'an had already gone after the younger one.
However, intercepting was one thing.
As a dungeon NPC, he definitely couldn't kill the players.
He hoped Zuo Lin'an could quickly deal with the other one and then come here to handle this old Daoist.
So next...
Feng Xingyun, a top Xiantian Rank expert of the Wuxia World, versus the purple-robed Old Heavenly Master of the Paranormal World!
Zuo Lin'an actually really wanted to watch.
However, he truly had no time right now, as all his attention was focused on Lin Xiaolei.
Earlier, the old Daoist had used a Teleportation Talisman to send him away, and a paper puppet happened to burn up at the exact location where Lin Xiaolei appeared.
From the looks of it, the Teleportation Talisman wasn't just a single talisman, but a pair that worked together.
The old Daoist had previously quietly drawn the other half of the Teleportation Talisman on two paper puppets, placing one halfway down the mountain and the other very close to the white mist.
As for why he didn't use the Teleportation Talisman to send Lin Xiaolei directly to the end of the path...
Zuo Lin'an speculated that the Teleportation Talisman also had a distance limit.
That was why the old Daoist had prepared two pairs of talismans.
Meanwhile, Zuo Lin'an was rushing at top speed. Pushing his specter speed to the absolute limit, he covered a dozen paces in the blink of an eye.
He arrived here just as Lin Xiaolei appeared near the white mist.
He stood directly in front of where the path of survival was located.
This way, even if the path of survival appeared, he could block the way. Unless Lin Xiaolei could repel him or move him aside, he wouldn't be able to enter.
Having just used the Teleportation Talisman to reach the end of the path, Lin Xiaolei saw the familiar white mist once again.
Just as he was about to try opening the path of survival again, he discovered that the specter that had been blocking him and his grandfather on the mountain was actually standing right here!
Startled, a look of shock filled his eyes, and he couldn't help but take a step back.
“How is this possible...”
As expected, he was still young and hadn't experienced the harsh realities of the world.
He had likely slain ghosts and demons under his grandfather's protection before. Now that he was facing a specter alone, the weakness in his mental fortitude was instantly exposed.
However, Lin Xiaolei still did something that slightly surprised Zuo Lin'an.
Right before his eyes, Lin Xiaolei shouted at the top of his lungs.
“Path of survival, open!”
Lin Xiaolei's reasoning was actually very simple. Since the way out of this place was to keep walking along this path, then the exit must undoubtedly be here.
But with the white mist blocking the end of the path, they couldn't enter the mist to leave.
Therefore, the path of survival to leave this place had to be at the boundary between this path and the white mist.
And this path of survival was the very path of survival mentioned in the main quest.
The last time he failed to confirm the path of survival here was because he hadn't completed the other main quest.
What about now?
Now, it should work.
Sure enough, as soon as he spoke, the space behind Zuo Lin'an suddenly began to warp.
A door slowly emerged from the distorted space.
Countless bizarre and grotesque statues of malevolent ghosts were carved onto the pitch-black doorframe, and a dark-red vortex swirled in the center.
No matter how one looked at it, this did not resemble a path of survival.
Instead, it looked like a ghostly gate leading straight to hell.
Just as Lin Xiaolei began to suspect he might have been deceived, he suddenly noticed that the text of his second main quest had also turned green.
Was this... quest complete?
But was this really the true path of survival?
Could he really return home if he left through this door?
Could this be a trap?
For that matter, could the main quest and dungeon notifications he was seeing also be illusions conjured by the Fierce Ghost?
Designed specifically to make him fall into hell forever, never to escape?
The very second the path of survival fully materialized.
【Dungeon Notification: Congratulations on finding the path of survival. Please leave within five minutes, or you will remain in the Withered Forest and Barren Mountains forever. 00:04:59】
Seeing the dungeon notification, Lin Xiaolei instantly cast aside the chaotic thoughts in his mind.
Whether it was an illusion or not, and whether this gate that looked like a portal to hell was truly the way out, he no longer had a choice.
Besides, even if he wanted to enter the path of survival, it wasn't guaranteed he would succeed.
Because the specter, whether by coincidence or design, was blocking the gate.
If he wanted to get in, he had to find a way.
At this moment, he had nothing on hand to use.
His grandfather wasn't here either.
The only thing he could rely on was his own skills.
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