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But as soon as Shi Xiang entered the courtyard, he realized he had fallen into a trap. There was no sign of his son in this courtyard, not even his son's voice could be heard.
"Young Master Shi——"
The middle-aged Baihu following Shi Xiang raised his voice and called out.
"Not good!" Shi Xiang suddenly noticed something odd about the stone-paved floor of the courtyard: "Retreat quickly!"
As soon as Shi Xiang finished speaking, before everyone could react, the moment he turned around, the courtyard door slammed shut with a "bang," and in the blink of an eye, the entire courtyard was enveloped in a layer of mist, everything suddenly became blurry.
"Sir, what's happening?" The soldiers panicked.
These people Shi Xiang brought were elite soldiers in his hands, but none of them had combat experience, let alone encountered formations before.
