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Chapter 167 Even the Great Immortal Can’t Save Him

"Turn off the lights!" As Bai Ningyu spoke, the young man instantly turned off the flashlight. Obviously, both of them realized that it was a problem with the light.

There was obviously something reflecting the light on the opposite side.

Both of them felt a dizziness in their heads, followed by a chilling feeling.

There are ghosts approaching, and it seems there are more than one!

Bai Ningyu immediately calmed herself down, and at this moment, she clearly felt a deadly aura attacking her.

The young man quickly recovered, tightened his grip on the ancient sword, and stared at the front.

Bai Ningyu immediately released his spiritual sense, accurately locked onto the location of the ghost in the darkness, and took out his peach wood sword, allowing the ghost to fight with him.

The young man was about to go forward to help, but the next moment, he heard the sound of a sharp blade cutting through the air. He hurriedly picked up the ancient knife and accurately knocked the blade down in the dark.

There was another shaking in the corridor, as if some mechanism had been activated.

Then two shouts were heard from underground.

The voice was very familiar, it was the voice of the fat man and the middle-aged man.

The young man's pupils suddenly shrank when he heard the sound.

While Bai Ningyu was battling the evil spirit in front of her, she said, "It must be your companion who triggered some mechanism. First, find the key to the mechanism and shut it down."

The young man nodded and then walked towards the front of the corridor.

However, Bai Ningyu discovered that the movement and skills used by the ghost that was fighting with her were actually Taoist magic.

Generally speaking, people who practice Taoism have merits and virtues. Even if they die, their souls can safely enter the underworld and reincarnate, and they can be guaranteed to live a healthy and worry-free life in the next life.

And like the evil ghost Taoist priest in front of us, who uses righteous skills, it is obvious that his soul has been controlled.

Thinking of this, Bai Ningyu pointed at the Taoist's head with two fingers, and the Taoist's soul seemed to be fixed. Then Bai Ningyu pinched her hands and slapped him on the head.

As the golden light entered his body, the evil spirit on the ghost Taoist suddenly dissipated, and his mind slowly returned to clarity.

At this moment, there was a sound of objects breaking in the darkness, and the originally shaking corridor stopped.

The young man turned on the flashlight and walked towards Bai Ningyu.

The ghost Taoist priest looked around in confusion, muttering, "Where is this? Shouldn't I be fighting that demon Taoist with my fellow Taoists?"

Seeing Bai Ningyu holding a peach wood sword, the ghost Taoist priest immediately bowed to her and asked blankly, "Excuse me, fellow Taoist, have you ever seen eight men and one woman walking by?"

Bai Ningyu shook her head and said, "I think those people you mentioned were probably transformed into puppet ghost warriors just like you."

"Just like me, you turned... into a ghost? You mean, I'm already dead!" The ghost Taoist priest suddenly looked at his hands.

At this time, the fat man's loud voice came from underground again: "Brother! Where are you? Our little comrade is dying. If you don't come soon, you will not be able to see him for the last time!"

The voice was choked with anxiety, and it seemed that something had happened to the middle-aged man.

Hearing the sound, the young man flashed and immediately ran towards the corridor ahead.

Bai Ningyu turned around and wanted to follow, but the ghost Taoist in front of her seemed to have remembered something, and there was a murderous aura around him, giving the impression that he was about to lose his mind and turn into a ghost.

Bai Ningyu simply raised her hand, accumulated spiritual energy, and gave him a powerful blow.

Not only was the evil spirit on the ghost Taoist priest dissipated, but his eyes also regained clarity. He covered his cheek and thanked Bai Ningyu: "Thank you for this slap, fellow Taoist. Otherwise, I would have really lost my mind and turned into a ghost."

"No need." Bai Ningyu replied lightly, turned around and walked towards the depths of the corridor.

"Fellow Taoist, it's dangerous in here. If you really want to go, wait for me, I'll go with you!" The ghost Taoist shouted from behind and then chased after him.

The young man followed the rugged corridor and found the way underground. When he came down, he saw the fat man holding a middle-aged man who was covered in blood and dying. He pressed on him to stop the bleeding and told him to hold on.

When the fat man saw the young man, his eyes revealed a deep sense of self-blame and helplessness. He choked and said weakly: "Brother, you are here..."

There was a big hole in the middle-aged man's chest. He was breathing out more than breathing in, and looked like he was about to die.

Seeing this, the young man loosened the ancient knife in his hand and it fell to the ground. He immediately bent down and hugged the middle-aged man.

He just pressed several major acupoints on the middle-aged man with his fingers. Although the blood flow was reduced a little, it still didn't have much effect.

The middle-aged man seemed to be holding on for a breath. After feeling the young man's breath, he slowly opened his eyes, panting rapidly, and said in an extremely weak voice: "Little... Little brother, this time, I, I can't go back."

The fat man burst into tears and sobbed, "What are you talking about? Don't say such depressing words. The three of us will go together wherever we go, and no one can be left behind!"

Although the fat man said this, he also knew in his heart that if he could not get timely and effective treatment after suffering such a serious injury, death would be inevitable.

At this moment, the stern young man who had remained calm throughout the whole process also had a hint of different emotions in his eyes.

Then, the middle-aged man looked at the fat man and forced a smile on his face: "Fatty, you have to take good care of the little brother. When you go back, you must lose weight...lose weight..."

The middle-aged man's voice gradually weakened and then disappeared.

At this time, Bai Ningyu and the ghost Taoist priest also came to the side of the three people.

The ghost Taoist priest looked at the middle-aged man on the ground, shook his head and said, "His heart meridian is damaged. I'm afraid even the Great Luo Immortal can't save him."