Zhang Xian, seeing Nangong Wu still distrusting him, was too lazy to further argue. His gaze shifted to the villa.
The old Taoist and the young man were still wandering around the villa, unable to locate the ghost and obliviously missing the fact that the ghost was right above their heads, eyeing them warily.
These two must be frauds.
They claimed they were here to expel the ghost, but they were wandering around while the ghost was right above them, how ridiculous is that. Yet, they still have the Ghost Nightmare under their belt!
"Cough cough..."
Zhang Xian suddenly coughed, asking, "Master, how's it going?"
"What's the rush? Can't you see I'm still looking?"
The Master seemed irritated. "Can this kind of thing be rushed? Do you think that ghosts can be found and dealt with that easily? If that's the case, what use am I here?"
"Oh, the boiled duck is still quacking," Zhang Xian said with a smirk.
