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"I have to go now."
A kind smile reappeared on Lin Ci's face.
"Remember to eat what you're supposed to eat. I'll come back to check on the progress."
After saying that, he ignored Daolong's face, which had turned from blue to purple, and uttered a place name.
"Japan, Matsue."
The moment the words fell, Lin Ci's figure, along with the souls of the Holy Lord and Tara, vanished into thin air.
All that remained was a stunned Daolong and the castle in ruins.
The air carried the distinctive smell of machine oil mixed with metal, characteristic of industrial areas.
Lin Ci appeared inside a car manufacturing plant.
After trying several wrong locations with his spatial abilities, he finally found the location of the deck of cards from the story.
A thought flashed through his mind, and he appeared directly in the factory's office.
It just so happens that it's nighttime in Japan, and there's no one in the factory.
On the wall, a beautifully framed playing card is clearly visible.
Lin Ci stepped forward, took it down, and felt the cool wooden touch of the frame on his fingertips.
Tara's spirit form emerged, its enormous ghostly face filled with astonishment.
"Boss, how did you know that these playing cards are needed to find my subordinate's mask?"
Lin Ci's lips curled up slightly.
"I told you, I know everything about this world."
He handed the cards to Tara.
"You should know how to use it, right?"
Tara immediately used her telekinesis to manipulate the deck of cards, suspending it in mid-air and arranging it in a specific order.
The surface of the playing cards began to emit a faint glow.
Immediately afterwards, clear images flowed and appeared on the cards.
The specific location of each ghost mask and the type of mask.
Even the magical recipe needed to remove the mask was displayed.
"Go, find these masks for me."
Lin Ci summoned dozens of ghost ninjas and gave the order.
The ninja soldiers nodded emphatically in unison.
Then, carrying the playing cards, their bodies transformed into pools of ink-like shadows, instantly merging into the darkness and disappearing.
Watching their disappearing figures, Lin Ci felt that strange, inexplicable feeling resurface.
He finally understood where that feeling of unease he had felt in the Dragon Castle came from.
These shadow legions are too rigid.
They are like soulless machines, only able to execute the most basic instructions.
Lin Ci clearly remembered that in the original plot...
When Tara's tattoo accidentally got on Xiaoyu's ankle, the ghost soldiers she summoned looked completely different.
They would proactively fetch snacks for Xiaoyu, hide when Jackie Chan appeared, and even know how to do things that benefit their owner.
Each one seemed to possess its own independent consciousness.
Lin Ci then summoned a ninja soldier beside him.
He leaned closer and observed carefully.
Within the ninja soldier's crimson eye sockets was a deathly red light, with no trace of pupil movement.
What exactly is the difference?
Lin Ci fell into deep thought, his mind racing through the relevant plot details, trying to find any overlooked clues.
The souls of the Holy Lord and Tara floated beside him, watching his pensive expression, not daring to disturb him.
After a long while, Tara finally couldn't help but quietly ask the Holy Lord who was standing to the side.
"Has the boss always been like this?"
The Holy Lord glanced at him and let out a cold snort.
"Not really."
The Holy Lord arrogantly raised his translucent chin, his scarlet eyes filled with disdain for Tara.
"Although the boss has taken you under his wing, it doesn't mean I approve of you, you thief."
Tara's enormous ghost face contorted.
"You think I want to be with you? Don't flatter yourself."
The Holy Lord instantly flew into a rage, his soul and body fluctuating violently due to his anger.
"A lowly, inferior race!"
"If the boss didn't need your strength, do you really think you would have gotten this spot for Spirit Binding?"
"You think you're worthy to travel to other worlds with the boss?"
Tatara's enormous ghostly face froze for a moment, then erupted in uncontrollable ecstasy.
"What! Boss can travel between worlds!"
The news struck him like a thunderbolt, exploding deep within his soul.
What immense power!
This isn't just clinging to a powerful figure, it's practically a colossal pillar supporting the universe!
The Holy Lord looked at his naive and unsophisticated appearance, and his disdain deepened.
"Country bumpkins, no wonder they're a lowly race from a small place."
Tara's mindset had completely changed at this moment. Not only was he not angry, but he also responded from a completely new perspective.
"No matter what you say, the boss needs me, which means I have the abilities that the boss values."
"Your jealousy won't change anything."
The Holy Lord was thoroughly enraged by these words.
"Jealous of you? In my prime, I could crush you with one finger!"
Tara showed no weakness.
"A good man never mentions his bravery."
The Holy Lord was completely enraged. The two demonic spirits were on the verge of a fight, and it looked like they were about to start arguing in the office.
Lin Ci's eyes opened without warning.
A sudden realization shone in those deep eyes.
The Holy Lord and Tara thought that their argument had disturbed him, so they immediately shut their mouths and remained silent.
Lin Ci ignored them.
A knowing smile slowly curved the corners of his mouth.
"I see."
Chapter 27 Embracing Yang and Embracing Yin, Harmony Through the Interaction of Qi
Lin Ci's gaze shifted from the ninja soldier standing motionless before him, whose eyes shone with a deathly red light.
A picture suddenly became clear in my mind.
That lively little girl with short hair, wearing a red hoodie.
Behind her, and the incredibly powerful shadowy army.
Lin Ci tapped her knuckles lightly on the desk in front of her, making a soft, tapping sound.
He remembered that episode of Saint Seiya.
Everyone thought that the incredibly strong giant, Tru, was the reincarnation of a Saint Seiya.
However, the mages were unable to awaken Tru's memories from a thousand years ago.
He didn't remember the walking stick, nor the yak.
Xiaoyu, a thin little girl, can easily wield the Saint Seiya staff.
And they can use it with ease.
The monks at the temple said that if the location is correct, then the problem lies with the host.
The host is Xiaoyu.
That ending actually foreshadowed everything.
Xiaoyu's bloodline, or rather her own aura, is inextricably linked to that ancient Saint Seiya.
Therefore, the shadow legion she summoned was imbued with the unique righteousness of the Saint Seiya.
It wasn't just a magical creation, but a completely new ghostly army that evolved after being influenced by her aura.
Lin Ci touched his chin.
It seems I'll have to ask Xiaoyu for some blood or energy to verify this later.
Once the Shadow Legion issue is completely resolved, it's time for me to prepare to leave this world.
He couldn't help but start daydreaming.
The next world should certainly not be a dangerous place where the world is destroyed at the drop of a hat.