After hearing this, Chen Yang lowered his head and saw that the words on the parchment had not disappeared. He said in surprise: "Can't you see the words on it?"
Tian Xingjian and the young master shook their heads at the same time.
"There's nothing on the parchment."
The young master said with determination.
When Chen Yang saw this, he was quite surprised, because he was the only one who could see the words on the parchment.
Chen Yang guessed that there might be some kind of restriction on the parchment that affected the vision of the young master and Tian Xingjian, causing them to turn a blind eye to the words on the parchment.
Another possibility is that the parchment was originally blank, but the parchment affected his senses, making him think he saw the words on the parchment.
Chen Yang felt that the parchment was getting more and more weird.
He coughed lightly and said, "Maybe I wrote it with clear water. Now that the handwriting is dry, I can't see it clearly."
When the two of them were not paying attention, Chen Yang put the wolf pen into his storage bag to prevent them from seeing the ink on the pen tip.
“Why write with clear water?”
The young master tilted his head and asked doubtfully.
"Maybe Xiao Chen forgot to bring ink."
Tian Xingjian explained for Chen Yang.
Chen Yang smiled, wondering if it was okay, and then briefly explained the effectiveness of the Yin-Yang Soul Sealing Array.
After listening to Chen Yang's explanation, the young master's face became solemn.
"Could it be that Mr. Mo was really taken away from his body?"
"It's possible."
Chen Yang also knew that this was the only explanation.
Mr. Mo set up this formation on the top of the cliff in order to seal a certain ghost in his body. However, he is now missing, and there is no way to know whether the soul-sealing formation is effective.
They knew the effectiveness of the Soul Sealing Array, but there was still no clue about Mr. Mo's whereabouts, and everyone was still looking worried.
At this moment, Tian Xingjian suddenly shouted loudly: "Come and see!"
He squatted in the center of the circle, as if he had discovered something.
Chen Yang, the young master and others hurried over and saw a small hole at Tian Xingjian's feet, as if he had just dug it.
Inside the small pit is a thumb-sized, crystal clear bottle, which seems to contain a red liquid that resembles blood.
Tian Xingjian was about to reach out to take it, but was stopped by the young master.
"Don't move! Be careful of breaking the bottle! Look at what's inside!"
The young master said solemnly.
Everyone looked intently at the vial in the pit, and sure enough they saw that the blood inside seemed to be churning, instead of a stream of blood emerging like a small worm, rushing towards the mouth of the bottle, trying to open the stopper of the bottle.
"Cover it tightly and don't let the blood inside escape! The thing sealed inside is most likely a ghost!"
Chen Yang said anxiously.
The parchment only mentioned that a container needed to be arranged in the middle of the formation to seal the ghosts. Chen Yang did not expect that Mr. Mo did not take away the small bottle that sealed the ghosts, but buried it in the same place.
Although he didn't understand why he did this, Chen Yang felt that the sealed ghost was definitely not simple when he thought about how big a battle Mr. Mo had staged.
Maybe if the ghost escapes, it will possess someone else.
Tian Xingjian hurriedly grabbed the soil next to him, buried the small bottle back, and stepped on it a few times to press it firmly.
The young master held his chin and couldn't help but wonder: "Since Mr. Mo has successfully sealed the ghost, why does he still want to leave?"
Chen Yang walked around the circle and said slowly: "Maybe it's because the ghost in Mr. Mo's body has not been completely sealed."