Lin Zhao's pupil technique was different from Ye Yang's and mine. When we activated our pupil techniques, others could see the light flashing in our eyes. Lin Zhao's third eye was based on mental power, so outsiders couldn't see anything, and it wouldn't startle the ghosts.

Lin Zhao closed his eyes slightly, and the third eye on his forehead quietly opened. He saw two children, one on each side, grabbing my feet and twisting them in one direction.

While twisting my feet, the two children were also blowing air on my legs, and a layer of white frost had already appeared on my pants.

Lin Zhao's first reaction was: the two children weren't trying to make me crash into the wall, but to break my legs.

The moment Lin Zhao's third eye opened, the two children also raised their heads and stared at Lin Zhao with a mouthful of white teeth. Two pale ghost hands grabbed my knees and twisted them outwards fiercely.

Just as a few wrinkles appeared on my trouser legs, my hands sank downwards, and I grabbed the tops of the two children's heads, lifting them directly into the air.

Before I could even bring them into view, the two children's chicken-claw-like hands reached out to grab my hands. My ten fingers immediately retracted inwards, and my fingertips dug into the two people's heads. "Don't move!"

If I exerted a little more force, I could crush the two children on the spot, and they immediately didn't dare to move.

I said in a deep voice, "Who sent you?"

"I!" Someone said not far from us, "If you want to leave, I want your legs!"

When I looked towards the voice, a fortune-telling stall had appeared at the street corner. The fortune-teller on the stall sneered at me, and I saw that he had no eyeballs. Only black, empty sockets remained.

This wasn't an ordinary fortune-teller.

There are indeed many blind people among fortune-tellers, and some even think that only the blind are genuine fortune-tellers because fortune-telling is a means of living that Heaven has left for the blind. There is a saying in the martial world: "Mortals who glimpse Heaven's secrets are sure to lose their sight."

In fact, not all numerologists are blind, and blind fortune-tellers will choose to cover their eyes to avoid scaring timid patrons.

According to the rules of the art, blind people only set up stalls by the roadside, and must never set up fortune-telling stalls at intersections; otherwise, it would be hard to say whether the people who came to have their fortunes told were people or ghosts.

The blind have no ability to calculate yin fortunes. Setting up a stall at an intersection would only lead to death.

I held the two little ghosts in my hands and looked at the other party, saying, "I didn't ask you to tell my fortune. Why are you taking my legs?"

The blind man sneered in a sinister voice, "There's no such thing as 'why' in this world. Why can you enter Erlin Town? Why am I sitting here? I'm the only one who can guide you now."

"I'm only asking you, do you want to leave or not? If you want to leave, leave your legs behind."

With a cold laugh, I tightened my hands, crushing the two children into pieces. Before the phosphorus fire from the exploding ghosts could land, I had already arrived in front of the blind fortune-teller. I raised my hand and grabbed his throat, and while striding forward, I grabbed him and slammed him against the wall.

At the moment my figure burst forth, I also transmitted my voice, "Cover me, set up a formation to block the ghosts."

After the other party's fortune-telling stall was smashed to pieces by me, the right fist that was clasped on the other party's neck also suddenly exerted force, and relying solely on hard qigong, it shattered the wall. I charged into the courtyard through the gap where the adobe wall had broken.

Before my feet could even stand firm, Ye Yang and Lin Zhao had already jumped into the courtyard, one on each side.

As soon as the ghosts hiding in the courtyard showed their faces, the sword energy erupting from Ye Yang's hand spread in all directions, centered on the three of us. Gleaming green fire rose into the air under the sword's edge, flying in all directions.

From the outside, one could only see a splash of green light in the courtyard, but one couldn't see where we were.

I grabbed the blind man's ghost, combined my hands inwards, and forcibly clasped the other party into my palm, striding towards the house.

As I kicked open the door, Lin Zhao shot out two red ropes with copper bells tied to them behind me, and quickly circled the house twice, surrounding the adobe house with the rope bells before following me into the house.

I divided my hands and threw the blind fortune-teller on the ground. "What do you want to say?"

The blind man obviously couldn't see the surrounding scene, but his head turned back and forth, as if trying to confirm whether there was anyone else around.

I said in a deep voice, "All the ghosts in the courtyard have been killed. We took you into the courtyard while the phosphorus fire was erupting. No one saw you, and I've set up a barrier outside, so ghosts can't get in."

The fortune-teller had intentionally sent those two little ghosts to their deaths, and all his actions were deliberately reminding me of something. I also had the idea of giving it a try, so I brought him into the house.

The fortune-teller sighed and said, "I deliberately lured you over here because I wanted you to let us out. We've been trapped in this town for who knows how many years. We can't get out, and we can't die."

"I don't want to live like this anymore. I want to get out."

I said in a deep voice, "Tell me, what exactly is going on with this town?"

The fortune-teller said, "Erlin Town wasn't originally here, but on Yang Slope outside the mountain."

Yang Slope—isn't that where the Jie San Bao Forestry Farm is located? Erlin Town was originally at that forestry farm?