By the time Xin Lin returned to the stream with a look of tragic resolve, as if a hero prepared to cut off his own arm, the sky was already bright.
To Xin Lin's joy, the Rascal Corpse was nowhere to be seen.
The young girl, Huang Zhijun, was still unconscious and had collapsed beside a muddy bank, her injuries severe, but she was still hanging on by a thread.
The Red Toad had also washed ashore, lifeless. It was unclear whether it had been scared to death or sucked dry of its Essence Qi by the Rascal Corpse.
"It seems that the Rascal Corpse also fears the light. It's best to take the chance to escape while it's gone."
Xin Lin looked around and didn't see the Rascal Corpse, but she did see a Sealing Spirit Talisman lying quietly on the ground.
Seeing the Sealing Spirit Talisman stirred anger in Xin Lin.
She had been scared and anxious all the way because of this damn talisman.
She dug a hole and buried the Sealing Spirit Talisman.
