Monk Zhi Kong's eyes flashed with a hint of anger.
No one seeing these peasants suffer so greatly could turn a blind eye, let alone a monk like him, who had a strong sense of justice.
"Donor, do not be afraid," Monk Zhi Kong consoled. "The curse just now sought to take your life, but the scripture I hold has warded it off. Thus, you need not fear overly or worry."
The man was terrified to the verge of crying, how could he not be fearful, how could he not be worried!
He had felt as if he had circled around the brink of the underworld just now!
So scared that his heart and liver were trembling!
"It's alright, continue speaking!" Yun Jiuqing took out a stack of talismans from her bosom. She handed over a dozen of them to the man and said, "These are the remaining exorcism talismans I have!"
"You have seen that the scripture is effective, capable of stopping the curse you spoke of, indicating that the few of us have real skills,"
