Everyone in the room was stunned.
A flash of joy appeared on Ying Ji's face, and she opened her mouth to cry for help, but Zhao Yuan was faster. He clamped a hand over her mouth, preventing her from making a sound.
"You have accomplices?" Zhao Yuan demanded in a low voice.
Ying Ji grunted but didn't answer.
Lu Qing, holding a gun in one hand and an Exorcism Talisman in the other, cautiously approached the window. Along the way, the five Corpse Puppets and the Human-Catching Vine desperately wanted to attack her but dared not make a move, only watching anxiously from the side.
Soon, Lu Qing reached the window.
Peeking outside, she gasped in surprise, "Huh? There's no one here."
"No one?"
A possibility suddenly struck Zhao Yuan. He spun around in alarm, only to be met with a brilliant Sword Light cleaving down with the force of a Thunderbolt, the sheer pressure making his face ache.
'She really does have an accomplice!'
