"Move away, everyone! I can already sense the presence of a ghost, and they're very powerful."
The villagers were in an uproar.
A man strode in, holding a compass in one hand and a wooden sword in the other, his face filled with righteous indignation. The priest suddenly stopped.
Four eyes met.
In an instant, the man seemed to deflate like a punctured balloon.
Lu Jingzhi laughed.
What a coincidence!
Fate had brought them together.
Deceiving and swindling, he still hadn't had enough?
Jin Youxian could barely maintain his facade as a wise man: "Why is it her again!"
Jiang Dagui was still babbling on about the "strangeness" of the family while urging the priest to find the ghost quickly.
Jin Youxian fiddled with his compass, suddenly letting out a fierce shout and raising his wooden sword with a swish.
It made a sound as it cut through the air.
