Chapter Twenty: Pursuit in the Secret Passage

The entire corridor suddenly fell silent. Lin Hai was still writing furiously, completely oblivious to the commotion on Lin Fan’s side.

In his subconscious, Lin Hai was certain that Lin Fan’s ironclad body could easily handle a few demonic children.

With a sudden burst of energy, a snap echoed through the air. Flames flickered over the array pattern beneath Lin Hai’s brush, fire elements racing restlessly, eager to break free. The spell formation seemed to come alive, shining brilliantly.

After a long delay, the fire formation with group attack abilities was finally completed. Lin Hai wiped the sweat from his brow, stood up in triumph, ready to boast and banter—only to discover not a soul in sight.

“What the—! That powerful? Scared them all off? …Wait, where’s my nephew? Don’t tell me he rushed off again in a moment of hotheadedness?”

He quickly raised his flashlight and shone it ahead, spotting Lin Fan lying on his back a short distance down the hallway. Alarmed, he dropped his vermilion brush without hesitation and ran over to check on Lin Fan.

He turned Lin Fan over, pried open his eyelids—and in an instant, a dazzling red light shot forth!

“Damn it! What is this? How did they know Lin Fan’s weakness? Possessed by a hundred ghosts! They won’t even spare their own? Ruthless! Despicable! …Taking on so many at once—how could anyone endure it? Nephew, you must hold on! Don’t let those bastards take your body.”

Frantic, Lin Hai rummaged through his backpack for a talisman, snatch