The daytime passed quickly.
At night, Lu Zheng lay fully on the bed, waiting for the old Taoist priest's performance.
Soon, a chill suddenly spread, followed by the subtle release of Yin Qi.
It's here!
Lu Zheng shivered, quickly rolled over, but before he could take any action, he heard several noises from the backyard.
"Sha!"
A hoarse voice rang out, followed by the continuous sound of a bell.
Lu Zheng opened the window a crack and saw the old Taoist priest, holding a brass bell, standing in the yard. He was stepping on Gang and Dou, clutching a spell seal with his hand, his eyes shining brightly, muttering incantations under his breath.
As for the Ghost Child, it hovered mid-air, letting out a series of dreadful laughs and screams, approaching and retreating around the old Taoist priest unpredictably.
Such a cool scene, although not as intense as the battlefield at Taohua Village, was certainly enough to dazzle ordinary people.
