Xia Yu's voice was not loud, but anyone could feel that she was serious.
Yue Yao shivered involuntarily and, without saying a word, obediently followed her father back downstairs.
Xia Yu bowed to Yang Yu, "Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Yang. As long as my grandmother can successfully pray, I will definitely honor Mr. Yang in the future."
Just thinking about being enshrined by people with incense daily, Yang Yu quickly waved his hands, "Alright, alright, I am about to start casting the spell now, Miss Xia, you should go down as well."
"Okay." Xia Yu left the rooftop very respectfully, and Yang Yu closed the door before taking out the blood-thirsty dagger.
As soon as the Blood Blade was unsheathed, the evil energy that had been suppressed in the Evil Buddha seemed to smell something, became extremely agitated, and desperately wanted to rush over and tear Yang Yu apart.
If not for the Feng Shui Array set up by the Four Symbols suppressing it, it might have been possible.
