63. The six sects of k****u
Author: Beautypete
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Chapter Sixty Three: The Six Sects of Kung Fu

As the first light of dawn began to creep over the horizon, Chris and Connor trudged back towards town, their minds still racing from the events they had just witnessed.

The silence between them was heavy, each man lost in his thoughts. Finally, Chris broke the silence.

"Connor, why do you think that spirit—or whatever it was—left us alone?" he asked, his voice low and contemplative.

Connor looked at him, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "You mean you really don't know?"

Chris shook his head, genuinely confused. "No, I don't. I thought maybe you did."

Connor's smile faded into a look of surprise. "I thought you were just messing with me. I assumed you knew what was going on."

Chris stopped walking, turning to face Connor directly.

“I'm serious. I have no idea. All I know is that those spirits went after the graverobbers but didn't touch us. Why?"

Connor sighed, realizing he would have to explain. "Alright, sit down
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