One hundred and eleven. Breaking the Formation

[Toward countless next stops, draw a long straight line——]

The screen lit up, displaying a call from Old Taoist Lu.

Halting his thoughts, Lu Li answered the phone.

"I've broken the Soul Attracting Formation, hurry out! I can't hold on much longer!"

As soon as the call connected, the old Taoist's explosive shouting caused a ruckus.

"Broken?" Lu Li calmly walked into the piano room.

Old Taoist Lu was sitting crossed-legged on the floor, his backpack filled with ghost-hunting tools beside him, and a mysterious array drawn with cinnabar powder next to him. Facing away from the door, he cursed into the phone, "Stop dawdling, come back to the piano here, you don't have much... time..."

The old Taoist strangely found his voice coming from beside him, turned his head in shock, and jumped.

"When did you... How did you get out!?"

"The spirits let me out," Lu Li replied.

"What...?" Old Taoist Lu was puzzled and confused.