Everything feels so familiar.
These things happened yesterday and the day before, exactly the same.
At the door, a strong gust of wind blew open the temple door again.
I can feel a ghost has entered.
Mo Lin cursed Zhu Ci in his heart.
Damn it, what's he doing?
Such strange occurrences, hasn't he noticed?
And during the day, Mo Lin already warned Zhu Ci not to sleep, to help keep watch.
What's going on?
Zhu Ci is so unreliable?
The ghost came again, and Zhu Ci didn't notice?
Zhu Ci living off others?
No sound at all?
Mo Lin could only curse in his heart, but his body didn't obey.
"The Immortal Technique has already been stolen by someone else."
"Such a pity, this Mo Lin hasn't obtained the Immortal Technique."
"I heard there's still Immortal Technique here."
"What other Immortal Technique?"
"It's King Guangmu's Immortal Technique; you just need to pour dog blood over King Guangmu's statue to get it."
"Keep it down, if someone else hears us, it won't be good."
