Time had already passed midnight, and the gloom hovering over the school grew denser and stronger. Eventually, it became almost tangible, pitch-black as ink, exuding a chill that crept into one's bones. Ghostly wails and howls permeated every inch of space in the campus, making the school seem like the very courts of hell itself.
"Mr. Huang, the situation doesn't seem too good~~" A few Taoists from the Metaphysical Society hurriedly ran over to Huang Xiaolong and Ma Chuxia.
Principal Tian, together with a group of school security guards, also rushed over, pleading incessantly. "Master, Master, please you must save us. There are hundreds, thousands of lives at stake, with the boarding students and staff... There can't be any mishaps."
"No big deal." Huang Xiaolong's face was filled with a playful expression. "Tonight, the 'Hyakki Yagyō' from the Dongying island nation will descend. Heh heh, I'm actually quite looking forward to it~~"
