Time was like the dew under the scorching sun, unknowingly disappearing without a trace. A touch of pale white appeared on the eastern horizon. Weiwei and Ran Jing slowly withdrew their hands from Du Kang's back. They each exhaled a long breath, whistling like the sound of swords.
The two girls stood up, wiped the fine layer of sweat on their foreheads, looked at each other, and saw the inconceivable feeling in each other's heart.
At this time, Du Kang also opened his eyes, moved his arms, and felt the surging true energy in his body. Finally, he felt alive again. He jumped up from the ground, punched two times in succession, and made two banging sounds in the air. He looked down at his fists, and the corner of his eyes twitched. He wondered when he had reached the realm of punching with the sound.
"Boy, how do you feel now?"
A sharp voice sounded. It was the shifty-eyed Third Brother. With his hands behind his back, he walked in front of Du Kang, and looked up and down at Du Kang. Du Kang felt a chill on his back. He touched his nose with his fingers, and said with an embarrassed smile, "I feel very good. I don't know … why are you looking for me?"
Although Du Kang felt that the ghost in front of him, who only reached his shoulder, did not look like a good ghost, but his own ancestor had to call him Third Brother, so Du Kang had to show some respect.
"Hehe, you can call me Third Grandpa."
The shifty-eyed ghost raised his hand and stroked the dog grease beard on his lips. He was not polite at all. He circled around Du Kang twice, laughed, and turned to the scholar who was still sitting on the Killing Luo Gate, and shouted, "Big Brother, you were right. This boy has a rare treasure. Tsk tsk, it's a pity that he can't use it. He can't even use one ten-thousandth of its power. What a pity, what a pity."
"Big Brother."
Du Kang's ancestor looked up at the scholar. He wanted to say something but stopped, but the others all understood what he meant.
The scholar's eyes swallowed and spat out two rays of brilliant light, like an unsheathed longsword, incomparably sharp. As his sleeves fluttered, he had already floated to stand in front of Du Kang.
Du Kang felt as if the other party's eyes were like two small suns. He couldn't look at them directly, so he couldn't help but turn his head away.
"Rise!"
The scholar raised his hand and pressed it on the top of Du Kang's head. His soft rebuke was like the spring thunder. It was as if the entire space trembled slightly along with his voice.
Du Kang only felt the hand pressing on the top of his head, a majestic force pressing down like a mountain pressing down on him, and all the joints in his body made a series of cracking sounds.
"Little …" When Weiwei saw that the scholar suddenly made a move, she took a step forward and was about to make a move. However, Ran Jing, who was beside her, grabbed her arm and whispered in her ear, "He is helping Xiao Pang. This person has an extraordinary background. Maybe he can figure out why Xiao Pang can't step into the Connate Realm."
"Okay."
Weiwei looked at the scholar doubtfully and slowly returned to her original position, standing side by side with Ran Jing. Her small hands had unknowingly grabbed Ran Jing's hand, causing Ran Jing to look at Weiwei strangely. Then, a look of realization appeared on her face. The corner of her mouth curled up, and she lightly patted Weiwei's small hand.
"How rare. Looks like this little guy does have some luck. It's really rare for this guy to help others."
The bald young man raised his hand and touched his smooth bald head. He turned to look outside the second old dormitory building and sighed. He reached out and hugged Xue Yiren's small waist. Looking at the Red Robed Ghost King whose cheeks were flushed red, he smiled and said, "Let's go back as well. A wise man knows better than to fight when the odds are against him. Looks like we won't be able to get out this time."
"It doesn't matter to me whether I get out or not. As long as I can stay by His Majesty's side, I'll be satisfied."
Xue Yiren lowered her head and timidly glanced at the bald young man's eyes. Her small hands were entangled together, and her voice was not much louder than a mosquito's buzzing.
The other ghost spirits at the side all covered their mouths and snickered.
"Ah!"
At the same time, Du Kang let out a loud cry. He raised his head and spat out a mouthful of blood. He fell backward, but fortunately, the scholar grabbed the front of his clothes, so he did not fall to the ground.
"What's wrong with him?"
Weiwei was the first to rush forward. She hugged the unconscious Du Kang and glared at the scholar as she asked loudly. Ran Jing and the six ghost spirits also surrounded them with worried expressions.
"He's in a very strange condition."
The scholar lowered his head and looked at the palm that he had just pressed on Du Kang's head. Half of his palm was snow white and the other half was pitch black. He frowned slightly and said indifferently, "Don't worry, he will be fine. You guys let him have a good rest first. We also have to go back. If you have any questions, wait until tonight."
The scholar did not stay after he finished speaking. He flicked his sleeves and left. A pitch-black door appeared in the void in front of him. He stepped into it, and the six ghost spirits followed closely. However, Old Four, who was the last one, turned to look at Du Kang before entering the door. He shook his head and sighed softly before entering the door as well.
As the Killing Devil Door shrank back into the ground inch by inch, the black door disappeared into thin air as if it had never appeared.
"Hey, when did that bald guy leave?" Ran Jing suddenly realized that the bald young man and Xue Yiren had disappeared without her noticing.
"Fortunately, Xiao Pang's life is not in danger. However, I can't enter his mind. Even the connection between our contracts has been cut off."
Weiwei let out a long sigh after checking Du Kang's body. However, she asked Ran Jing worriedly, "Jing Jing, what do you think happened to Xiao Pang?"
Ran Jing held her chin with her fingers. After thinking for a moment, she could not think of a reason. She could only shake her head. "I'm not too sure either. It's all that old guy's phone's not in the service area every two to three days. Otherwise, he would've known."
When Ran Jing mentioned her master, although her tone was not very respectful, a smile unconsciously appeared on her face. She squatted beside Weiwei and comforted, "I don't think Xiao Pang looks like a short-lived ghost. Don't worry."
"If it wasn't for me, he'd probably be reporting to Brother Cui by now."
Weiwei burst out laughing. She turned to look at Ran Jing and nudged her best friend with her shoulder. Her depressed mood improved a little. "Let's wait here. We'll probably get the results tonight. Also, Lao Wang's remnant soul is still in Xue Yiren's hands. We have to get it back."
"I don't think that's necessary. Hehehe, I can't believe the two of you are still alive. But that's good too. If I swallow the two of you, I won't be controlled by that old man anymore."
An illusory voice came from all directions.
"Who is it?!"
Ran Jing suddenly stood up. She narrowed her eyes and slowly scanned her surroundings. However, she could not find the person who spoke.