"Don't worry. The Daoist Master will keep his word... Once the number of ghosts caught is counted, I'll stop torturing you and send you on your way!"
As he spoke, he dragged one fat male ghost out of the "ghost crowd" and pinned him to the ground, hammering and scolding, "That includes you... Why do you look so miserable?"
"Smile for Master Dao!"
Smack!
Lightning spread from the fingertip, shocking the fat male ghost who screamed and wept but squeezed out a smile.
When Xu Yang left the school gate with the group of Yin spirits and ghosts, the other competitors had already come out. Among them, a Daoist from the Maoshan Sect caught the most ghosts: a total of eight.
Circle Yuanxuan Daoist Temple's three disciples had caught the least, sporting bruised noses and swollen faces, empty-handed...
In fact, they had caught a few ghosts.
But sadly, Xu Yang cornered them in the school's women's bathroom, not only "sending off" their few ghosts but also beating them up on the spot.
