We were startled, wondering what fresh madness had seized Tang Minghao. Old Li quickly stepped forward to help Yanzi up. Then, he glared fiercely at Tang Minghao and retorted with equal venom, "No matter what you are! If you dare to act willfully again, I, Li Zeng, will certainly show no mercy!"

As if struck by Old Li's words, Tang Minghao paused again, the ferocity melting from his face. He muttered repeatedly, "Li Zeng... Li Zeng..." as if desperately trying to recall something.

Old Li helped Yanzi to sit down to the side and then asked, "Minghao, have you lost your true nature? Don't you even recognize me?" But the moment the words left his mouth, Tang Minghao's eyes rolled upward, and he said coldly, "What are you?" He then let out two cold snorts of laughter, glaring at Yanzi through gritted teeth while uttering another string of Tibetan words. Yanzi, whose shock had just begun to subside, hadn't even managed to speak when this happened, causing her whole body to tremble as she clutched Old Li's hand tightly.

"He... he... you..." Yanzi looked at Tang Minghao in alarm, then at Old Li, stammering, "He... he isn't Mima Chama. He is... is..." Her face was ashen, unable to form a complete sentence.

Hearing Yanzi say this, Tang Minghao's expression darkened. "I'm not Mima Chama? Fine, then I'm not! I want this Han Chinese dead right now!" With that, he clawed at his own throat with both hands, his entire body convulsing as his face purpled from lack of air. Xu Zhiwu and I lunged forward almost simultaneously to pry his hands away. His strength was immense; it was only when I felt his fingers were about to snap that he finally released his grip. Even so, Xu Zhiwu and I had to struggle desperately to hold his hands, fearing that if this spiritual entity became displeased, it might try to strangle Tang Minghao again.

Tang Minghao raged and cursed while struggling against us, his brow furrowed, but seeing he couldn't shake off Xu Zhiwu and me, he let out two cold laughs and gave up resisting. Yanzi pointed at Tang Minghao with a terrified finger, "The two spirits... on his body... they have nothing to do with Mima Chama. They are... they are..."

Tang Minghao stared blankly at Yanzi, his expression shifting to one of intrigued curiosity. "They are what?"

Yanzi’s face was bloodless. She clutched Old Li tightly, and after a long pause, finally whispered, "You... you are immortal."

Tang Minghao heard this and blinked, his gaze distant and complex. Then, a gentle smile suddenly appeared, followed by a sigh. "Let's go. Fortunately, I am not a bad person."

I was stunned. "Go? How?"

Tang Minghao looked at me with surprise. "Go? Of course, I'll lead you out. By the way, since things are this way, we should take Doctor Ciren with us too. Once you get out, you can surely find a good placement for him."

Another string of incomprehensible words. I was confused—did he mean we should find a host for Doctor Ciren? But for now, getting out was the priority. Still, I worried Tang Minghao might suddenly snap again, demanding red water, which would be a disaster. "Are you sure... you won't get angry again?" I asked cautiously, watching his expression.

Tang Minghao replied, "Angry about what? Oh... I know... No, that wasn't me. Nor was it this Han Chinese. That was someone else, but I don't know who. He is powerful, and it took all I had to seize the dominant position and control this Han Chinese."

This statement left all of us dumbfounded. Setting aside the complex issue of two entities fighting for control inside Tang Minghao’s body for a moment, the real problem was: how could we ever know which one was currently in command? What if the vicious one decided against aggression and instead led us straight into a fatal trap? That would be the end of everything.

"This... this..." Everyone hesitated. Tang Minghao began to struggle restlessly again. Fearing the vicious entity inside him might gain the upper hand, I quickly pulled out my military dagger, but then immediately remembered that this entity didn't care about Tang Minghao's life at all; to him, this body was just an insignificant shell, a host. So, I stood there foolishly clutching the dagger, unsure of the proper course of action.

Tang Minghao struggled for a while, then suddenly froze, staring blankly at the dagger in my hand. After watching for a moment, his face registered extreme confusion, and he turned his head to look at Old Li. Yanzi was huddled next to Old Li, looking fragile and pitiful. Old Li quietly comforted Yanzi not to be afraid, but seeing Tang Minghao looking at him, likely fearing an attack, he quickly raised his gun.

Tang Minghao nodded once, then shook his head, looking at everyone with profound bewilderment. After a long silence, he suddenly cheered, "I remember! You are Li Zeng, Li Zeng!" He seemed incredibly excited and wanted to gesticulate wildly, but since Xu Zhiwu and I were still holding his arms, he appealed to us, "Let go, let go! I am Tang Minghao, why are you grabbing me?"

Xu Zhiwu and I exchanged a look and hesitantly released his hands. Tang Minghao immediately rushed over to help Yanzi up and then told Old Li they needed to leave quickly. Yanzi weakly protested, "But Zhaxi instructed me to ensure you all find the treasure."

Tang Minghao said seriously, "If we can't even save our lives, what's the point of looking for gold and jewels! You truly have such an... an absurd idea!" Yanzi dared not speak again. None of us felt reassured by Tang Minghao’s current state—he was far too normal. So, Old Li tentatively asked him, "How will we get out?"

Tang Minghao answered without hesitation, "Of course, I will lead you out."

I asked him, "How do you know the way out?"

Tang Minghao seemed momentarily stumped, pausing slightly before replying, "I just know... but... why do I know?" He then lowered his head, pondering deeply. Fearing that overthinking might cause another incident, potentially summoning those two unknown spirits—be they ghosts, demons, or something else—I quickly interjected, "Haha... I completely forgot, Brother Hao, you were the one guiding us all along. It’s no surprise you know the exits." As I spoke, I winked subtly at Old Li and the others; the three of them immediately caught on and chimed in agreement.

Hearing our explanation, Tang Minghao seemed relieved, believing that he had, in fact, always known all these complicated routes and entrances. He thought no more of it and started leading the way, supporting Yanzi. In truth, Yanzi wasn't that weak; she quickly slipped free from Tang Minghao's grasp, thanked him, and then subtly moved closer to Old Li.

"I remember... there's one more thing." Just as everyone was preparing to leave, Tang Minghao suddenly crouched down, asked Old Li for the dagger, and carefully scooped out the shiny black object from the crown of Doctor Ciren's head. It was about the size of a fist, curled into a ball, and it was impossible to tell what it truly was. As soon as it was removed, a gush of blood sprayed from Doctor Ciren’s head. Countless fine, thread-like red filaments were wrapped around the object—whatever they were, they were both repulsive and terrifying.

"Brother Hao? What are you doing?" I asked Tang Minghao, bewildered.

Tang Minghao examined the object closely for a moment, then tucked it securely into his chest before answering me, "I'm keeping it." He then stood up, brushed the blood from his hands, found the smearing unsatisfactory, and wiped it onto his own clothes. His demeanor and speech were completely normal.

"Why are you keeping that?" I asked again.

Tang Minghao was actually stumped by the question. He looked confused and replied, "I don't know. Just keep it. I can't let him die." Fearing he might start spouting more nonsense about Doctor Ciren not being dead, which could summon those two entities again—that would be trouble—I quickly held my tongue.

In the time that passed, Yanzi's complexion had significantly improved. She stared intently at Tang Minghao's face for a long time before slowly saying, "Why has the rest of Shepherd Ciren's body decayed, yet his head still bleeds?" Tang Minghao looked confusedly at Yanzi, as if not understanding what she meant, and could only shake his head blankly.

Yanzi pressed him further, "What is that thing you hid away?" Tang Minghao honestly replied, "It's Doctor Ciren." Yanzi pursued the matter relentlessly, "So that means you're confident you can save him now?"

Tang Minghao's face contorted in a mixture of confusion and pain. He squatted down, clutching his head with both hands, clearly distressed. "I don't know, I don't know, please stop asking me!"

Old Li quickly interjected, "Alright, alright, we won't ask, we won't ask." He repeatedly signaled Yanzi with his eyes to stop questioning. Fortunately, Yanzi was perceptive and ceased her interrogation. Tang Minghao slowly stood up, looking shaken, and said to Old Li, "I have no idea what she's talking about; her questions are making my head explode."

We all quickly agreed not to ask any more questions and told him not to worry about it. Tang Minghao seemed to accept this with doubt, and casually picked up the three skull bowls from the table. "Let's go. I'll lead you out." He spoke with composure, not sparing the three skull bowls a single glance. Then, he strode ahead of us to take the lead.

We followed Tang Minghao's back fearfully, uncertain whether he truly knew the way out or how he planned to proceed. Even Yanzi remained silent; no one felt secure. But in this utterly blind state, we had no choice but to follow him. Perhaps, deep down, at least I had completely lost faith in myself, which is why I risked this. I even wondered if I, Luo, was finished, if the composed, unflappable Luo Lian of the past was truly dead.

After walking a few steps, Tang Minghao appeared more normal than anyone else. He even proactively told us, "My head felt like a chaotic battleground earlier, like my whole mind was out of my control. And then, guess what happened?" He let out two hearty laughs. "I saw the dagger in Technician Luo's hand, and it looked very familiar, just like the one I used in the army... Then, when I looked at all of you, Li Zeng looked the most familiar... and suddenly, I was completely clear-headed. Haha..." He sounded quite smug.

I dared not engage with him, constantly worried that a single wrong word might summon the entity inside him. I managed a few forced chuckles but remained silent. Old Li carefully measured his words when asking, "So where are you planning to take us?"

Tang Minghao turned back to Old Li with feigned shock. "You don't even know that? Of course, I'm taking you back."

"Then... then... how will you..." Old Li struggled to form his question, clearly afraid of provoking Tang Minghao if he asked too directly, "What places will we pass through?" He probably wanted to ask, "How will you get us out?" but hesitated to be too direct.

Hearing this, Tang Minghao suddenly stopped walking and stood silently for a long moment without turning around.