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       Corpse beetles crawled densely across the road, surging forward in a grotesque tide. Yan Dan glanced at the two boys behind her, their faces instantly pale, and smiled faintly to comfort them. “It’s alright, I’m here, don’t be afraid.” Unexpectedly, Shui Xing’s voice trembled with tears. “It’s precisely because you’re standing here now, not Young Master Liu, that I’m afraid…” Yan Dan was speechless. Did she truly seem so unreliable? In truth, her actions often lacked the precision of Liu Weiyang’s. Raising her hand, she swept the air, conjuring a thin barrier before them. The swarm slammed against it, claws scraping futilely. She tugged Nan Zhao and Shui Xing forward. “Hurry up!” Shui Xing stumbled as she was pulled, the barrier stretching further to block the tide. Yan Dan calculated she could hold it for three cups of tea’s time. Enough to escape, though not enough to reach Luo Yue Village. But why today? They had walked this same path to Fuyun Temple yester...