Lin Bing's tears kept falling and wet his clothes. He felt an endless emptiness and loneliness, as if he had lost a close partner.
Beside Lin Bing, Luo Lan also had tears in her eyes. She gently stroked Lin Bing's back, trying to comfort him.
Luo Lan knew how Lin Bing was feeling at this moment, because she herself had experienced similar pain.
After that, Lin Bing and Luo Lan found a beautiful place to bury the body of Master Wushuang.
Lin Bing and Luo Lan then dug a deep pit and gently placed the body of Master Wushuang into it.
Lin Bing looked at that familiar face, and couldn't help but feel a surge of sadness in his heart. He found a stone, carved the words "Tomb of Master Wushuang" on it with a sharp dagger, and then inserted it in front of the tomb.
Then Lin Bing and Luo Lan knelt in front of the tomb, silently staring at the tomb of Master Wushuang. Their hearts were filled with sorrow, but also with a hint of gratitude.
At the last moment of his life, Master Wushuang gave them his most precious magic mirror of the Wuxiang Sect, and also passed on all the books on the art of disguise to them, so in a sense, Master Wushuang can even be called Master of both men.
After that, Lin Bing and Luo Lan reached a tacit understanding that didn't need to be stated explicitly, that is, they would strictly abide by Wushuang's final secret and would not let anyone know that his true identity was a man.
Just after Lin Bing and Luo Lan buried Master Wushuang, there was a sudden noise behind them. They turned their heads and saw two monks in black approaching them quickly.
The words "Rakshasa Gate" were clearly written on the chests of these two monks' clothes.
The two monks had angry faces and looked at Lin Bing and Luo Lan with hostility in their eyes, and they reprimanded loudly.
"What are you two doing here? This is the territory of the Rakshasa Sect. Outsiders are not allowed to enter without permission!"
Lin Bing and Luo Lan were shocked. They didn't expect to be discovered so soon. They looked at each other and a thought flashed through their minds at the same time. They must find a way to escape.
Luo Lan was much calmer than before. She did not take action without permission, but kept looking at Lin Bing because she knew that Lin Bing was calmer and smarter than herself, so she was waiting for Lin Bing's next instructions.
As the two disciples of the Rakshasa Sect got closer and closer to Lin Bing and Luo Lan, Lin Bing made an important decision. He looked at Luo Lan and said coldly.
"Kill them both!"
Lin Bing's tone was cold, and a flash of fierceness flashed in his eyes. In order to protect Luo Lan and herself, these two Rakshasa disciples must be eliminated.
Hearing Lin Bing's words, Luo Lan's eyes flashed, and he instantly entered a fighting state. The two quickly dispersed, forming a pincer attack.
Then Lin Bing flipped his hand and took out the Night Ghost Sword that had just been auctioned, and then disappeared instantly.
The next moment, he appeared behind a Rakshasa disciple, and stabbed that disciple in the back with the Night Ghost Sword.
The two disciples of the Rakshasa Sect did not expect that Lin Bing and the others would suddenly deal with them, so they were caught off guard.
Lin Bing's figure was like the wind, and every time he swung the ghost sword, he carried a fierce momentum, forcing a Rakshasa disciple to retreat continuously.
On the other side, Luo Lan formed a seal with her hands, and an invisible force was released from her palms, making another Rakshasa disciple unable to move.
A trace of cruelty flashed in Lin Bing's eyes, and the Night Ghost Sword drew an arc and pierced the disciple's throat. Luo Lan recited a spell, and a huge suction force pulled the disciple towards him.
The expressions of the two Rakshasa disciples changed drastically, and they finally realized that the two young men in front of them were by no means just ordinary people.
Frightened, they immediately turned around and tried to escape.
A cold light flashed in Lin Bing's eyes, and he suddenly rose up, chasing after him. Luo Lan followed closely, and the two of them followed each other like shadows, chasing in the direction where the two Rakshasa disciples escaped.
Lin Bing knew in his heart that they could not let these two monks escape. Once they were allowed to move in for reinforcements, he and Luo Lan would definitely die.
So Lin Bing tried his best and vowed to eradicate the root cause.
The two of them chased through the dense woods and over the hills until they reached a remote valley. At this time, the Rakshasa disciple was exhausted and panting.
They turned to face Lin Bing and Luo Lan, with desperate expressions on their faces.
Lin Bing sneered, grasped the ghost sword tightly and rushed forward. The night ghost sword cut through the air, making a sharp sound of breaking wind. His body was flexible, sometimes rushing to the left, sometimes to the right, forcing the two Rakshasa disciples to retreat. .
Under the full attack of Lin Bing and Luo Lan, the resistance of the two Rakshasa disciples became weak. Their faces were pale, their bodies were soaked with sweat, and they were obviously very tired.
Lin Bing thought to himself: "It's time."
Then he accelerated instantly, and the Night Ghost Sword drew a dazzling cyan arc of light in the air, piercing the head of one of the disciples.
At the same time, Luo Lan formed a seal with his hands, and a strong suction force firmly held the other disciple in place.
A scream pierced the sky. Lin Bing's Night Ghost Sword had pierced the disciple's throat. Blood spattered everywhere. The disciple clutched his throat and fell down weakly.
Immediately afterwards, there was another scream, and Luo Lan successfully absorbed the soul of another disciple into his magic weapon.
After killing the two monks, Lin Bing and Luo Lan immediately started to hide the bodies of the two Rakshasa disciples. Then they took out the Disillusionment Mirror and transformed their appearance into those of the two disciples.
In fact, the reason why Lin Bing insisted on killing these two Rakshasa Sect disciples was to change into their appearance so that he could easily sneak into the Rakshasa Sect.
Lin Bing and Luo Lan stood in the valley, staring at each other's changes. Originally, they were worried about the effect of the Disillusionment Mirror, but now it seems that everything is perfect.
Their auras and cultivation levels were all consistent with those of the two Rakshasa disciples, making it almost impossible to tell them apart.
Lin Bing took a deep breath and whispered: "Let's go."
As soon as Lin Bing finished speaking, several more Rakshasa disciples suddenly appeared in front of them, and Lin Bing and Luo Lan's hearts were raised again.
The two of them held the Night Ghost Sword tightly, ready to respond to possible attacks at any time. However, they did not act rashly, but tried to make themselves look like other Rakshasa disciples, walking normally.
Soon several Rakshasa disciples came to the two of them. When they saw Lin Bing and Luo Lan, they immediately came over and asked.
"Two junior brothers, what happened here? We heard the sound of fighting."
Lin Bing and Luo Lan looked at each other and were secretly glad that the people from the Rakshasa Sect called them junior brothers, which meant that there was no flaw in their disguises.
Then Lin Bing replied very calmly: "It's nothing. We just had a dispute, so we just had a casual discussion. Don't worry, senior brothers, it's nothing."
