The mysterious person in the ancient house invited Huang Xiaolong inside for a chat.
Huang Xiaolong flashed a faint smile and walked towards the ancient house.
Ji Zhengyu, Ma Chuxia, Xia Ying, Old Master Jin and the others, hastily followed along.
Xuanyuan Ao's eyes narrowed as the Ghost King let out a shrill shriek like a vulture, and a mangy dog barked incessantly... It seemed they were somewhat displeased about Huang Xiaolong and his group entering the ancient house, yet they dared not defy the master of the house and could only obey begrudgingly.
Inside the house!
As soon as they set foot in the house, a wave of pleasantly aromatic sandalwood scent greeted them.
A dim light shone.
Surprisingly, the house was designed like a large Buddhist hall.
In the center of the room, an altar held the divine statue of Sakyamuni. A monk, dressed in a golden Kasaya, sitting cross-legged on a cushion, held a string of prayer beads in his hands.
