Er Ha hurriedly jumped down from the coffin and ran towards the door.
The little fox and other spirit beasts also hurried to follow.
On the steps of the grand hall, several cultivators lay scattered.
Each of their chests was deeply sunken, as if struck by a powerful force.
"Brother Ha, the scent of these people is the same as those allies last night," said the spirit beast skilled in identifying scents. "It's just that their appearance is completely different from last night."
The little fox and other spirit beasts nodded in agreement.
These people were indeed suspicious!
"But they are indeed allies," Er Ha stated with certainty. "Now that our allies appear to be severely injured, we must save them!"
"Brother Ha, they seem to be beyond saving," a crane said, stepping closer to examine them. "Their life force is very weak, and death qi has already begun to shroud them."
The other spirit beasts nodded in silence.
This crane was a variant spirit beast, particularly sensitive to life force and death qi.
Since he said so, it meant these people were beyond help.
"However, I feel they can still be salvaged," Er Ha murmured, looking at the cultivators on the ground.
A few seconds later, Er Ha had an idea!
Although the large box no longer blew a comfortable cool breeze, it was quite warm the last time he and the little fox slept inside.
The last time the little fox was unwell, he made her warm, and she recovered.
Therefore.
Warmth = Healing!
"You few, quickly place this ally into the large box!" Er Ha pointed at the five disciples.
The white horse quickly translated.
"Understood, Brother Ha!" The five disciples dared not delay, and carefully placed the dying leader into the coffin.
Er Ha personally closed the lid and sat by, watching.
"Brother Ha, what should we do next?" asked the white horse, as Er Ha's top subordinate.
"Wait," Er Ha replied plainly, with an air of profound mystery.
The spirit beasts dared not ask further and all squatted on the ground, watching the coffin.
Since Brother Ha said to wait, they would wait.
Ten minutes later.
"It should be enough, open the lid," Er Ha commanded indifferently.
After the white horse translated, the five disciples quickly opened the coffin lid.
The leader's condition looked even worse!
His face was bloodless, as pale as paper!
He was barely breathing.
"Brother Ha, his life force is even weaker than before," the crane observed seriously. "And the death qi has also increased."
Er Ha frowned deeply.
This didn't make sense!
Shouldn't he be getting better by now?
Although the cultivator leader couldn't speak, his consciousness was clear.
He knew everything that was happening!
Last night, after they were blasted away by that terrifying staff, they had been flying all night!
Only now did they finally fall.
When he fell, he felt like he was on the verge of death!
His true qi had long since collapsed, and his internal organs felt like a mess!
Logically speaking, he should have died from such injuries.
Yet, he was still alive.
At the same time, he was surprised to find that he could understand what these spirit beasts were saying.
Hearing Er Ha still consider him an ally, he breathed a sigh of relief.
But when he heard the crane say he was finished, his mood turned heavy again.
Thus, with a complex heart, he was bewilderedly placed into the coffin...
Then, a terrifying thing happened!
As soon as the coffin lid was closed, a chilling and terrifying aura emanated from within.
That aura fiercely corroded his soul, and the pain was beyond words!
Yet, he couldn't faint, and could only endure this perverse torment in its entirety!
He wanted to cry out in pain, but couldn't make a sound...
Just as he was about to break, the damned coffin lid finally opened!
And as the coffin lid opened, that terrifying, perverse aura disappeared.
At this moment, he felt like a drowning person who had finally reached the shore, greedily breathing the free air.
Simultaneously, he was rapidly contemplating how he could escape.
"Brother Ha!" a little monkey then suggested, "My master often tells me that life is about movement. Would it be better if he moved?"
"Really?" Er Ha exclaimed in surprise. "You few, quickly put him back in!"
And so, the leader was mercilessly sealed back into the coffin.
The moment the coffin lid was closed, all he wanted to say to the monkey was:
Damn it!
"You few, make the box move!" Er Ha said, and the white horse translated simultaneously.
The five disciples lifted the coffin and immediately began to shake it vigorously.
Ten minutes later.
Er Ha ordered them to put down the coffin and opened the lid.
The leader's complexion was indeed more ruddy than before.
"Huh? It seems to be effective!" Er Ha became instantly happy. "This method is good, it's completely feasible! You few, keep shaking it!"
The leader's heart was already filled with curses.
Damn it!
My complexion is ruddy because blood has rushed to my head!
These idiots have made all the blood in my body rush to my head!!!
But unfortunately, no one could hear him.
The coffin lid was once again mercilessly closed.
The five disciples, holding the coffin, shook it even more violently than before!
They didn't care if it was useful or not.
Since Brother Ha told them to do it, they would perform their best!
This was a rare opportunity to show their worth, so they had to give it their all!
The five brothers exchanged glances and accelerated their shaking.
"It seems to have some effect, but it's still not quite right," Er Ha mused, looking at the coffin. "There must be something I've overlooked..."
"Brother Ha, is it because their movements are too ugly?" the little fox meekly suggested. "If the movements were more graceful, would it be better?"
It didn't really understand the connection between graceful movements and saving people.
It just saw that its Brother Ha was troubled and instinctively wanted to help.
After all, if Brother Ha was unhappy, it would also feel sad.
"Makes sense!" Er Ha said joyfully. "You few, make your movements more graceful!"
After the white horse translated, the five disciples were bewildered...
More graceful?
They weren't dancing, why should they be graceful?
Thinking about it, a flash of inspiration struck the five disciples simultaneously!
Before they came to the Purple Cloud Sect, they were from the same village.
At that time, their job was to preside over various ceremonies in the village.
Such as sacrifices, funerals.
And so on...
Speaking of dancing, there was indeed a kind of dance-like sacrificial movement in their funeral ceremonies...
With this thought, the five brothers exchanged glances.
Whatever, let's try it first!
One disciple released his grip and stepped in front of the coffin.
The other four disciples carried the coffin on their shoulders, their expressions becoming serious.
Including Er Ha and the little fox, all the spirit beasts had an illusion.
It was as if...
The aura of these five people had suddenly strengthened!