A chilling sensation suddenly approached, even though Sang Que saw nothing, goosebumps rose all over her body.
In a flash of instinct, without much thought, she vigorously shook the Dao Bell.
Ring, ring!
Ring, ring!
The crisp sound of the Dao Bell echoed in the small courtyard, as a few blue-black threads crawled out from the cracks between the green bricks beneath her feet, retreating under the influence of the bell's chime.
Seeing this, Sang Que's eyes lit up, and she continued to shake the Dao Bell to push back those blue-black threads.
"Come over to me."
Qin Ze, dragging the still-shaken Wan Biao, with Xu San not giving up on Zhang Yuanzhong and Zhao Qi either, pulled out a small gourd-shaped medicine bottle from his pocket, risking infection, and quickly stuffed two red pills into Zhao Qi and Zhang Yuanzhong's mouths.
