Li Zhiyuan turned around and looked outside the house.
Outside, the thick fog had retreated to the outside of the vegetable garden fence.
The clamorous noises were gone, leaving only hushed whispers.
Just as he had thought, this bunch of filthy scoundrels were asking for a beating.
Earlier, when the pig controlled the four beasts to block the door, those creatures were howling and shouting fiercely in the white fog. Now that the pig is dead, these guys have swiftly beco quails again.
Li Zhiyuan stepped over the threshold and casually took down the white lantern stuck in the crack of the wall.
As he erged, the whispering in the white fog intensified.
Perhaps because they were familiar with the rhythm and pattern, they were surprised, the pig's head had just been obliterated, yet this boy holds a lantern and cos back in?
Li Zhiyuan walked forward with the lantern, stepping over the vegetable garden fence.
But as he stepped forward, the white fog retreated a step and a half.
The more he walked forward, the further the fog distanced itself from him.
It makes it hard for him to cast a line now, the distance just isn't enough.
Li Zhiyuan continued walking, and they kept retreating.
The whispers persisted, you could even discern the sarcasm in their tone, yet these creatures dared not show their faces, hiding within the fog.
They all seed to know that revealing their "true form" in front of the boy would entail certain consequences.
And among them, it seed that only after intervals, one might erge, either out of stupidity, special purpose, or confidence, daring to provoke Ying Lang.
That is to say, when he uses Alii's dream, the grudges and karma accumulated by the Dragon Kings of the Qin and Liu Families as a test pool, here...it's already influenced by river water.
It's not handed over to you until it's ti.
The boy glanced around, speaking in a disdainful tone: "Ridiculous, a bunch of good-for-nothings."
This is a provocation, hoping a courageous ghost might jump out on its own after being provoked to aid in his experint.
However, although Li Zhiyuan used this tactic, he didn't have high expectations for its effectiveness.
If there was truly one with courage who would be provoked, how could they possibly bully a lone girl when her elders weren't around?
The boy's fingertip trembled slightly, Alii's dream wasn't reality, he was invited in by Alii, these mischievous ghosts ca uninvited, yet essentially, there was no difference between them.
Most thods couldn't be employed here, neither skill nor Array could be used.
But... perhaps the Fengdu Twelve Commandnts could take effect.
Firstly because it's the ans by which Emperor Fengdu governs all ghosts, naturally mysterious; secondly, Yin Changsheng might still be alive.
When the sky falls, let the tall handle it first, Li Zhiyuan didn't mind pulling Yin Changsheng into his riverine karma to achieve his goal.
Only, just as the boy was about to gather strength and attempt to use this move, a crisp sound of bells erged from the white fog.
"Ding ling ling... pop... ding ling ling... pop... ding ling ling... pop..."
First ca the sound.
Then, a floating yellow paper, followed by two, then three, eventually forming a barrage.
Li Zhiyuan stopped his actions, watching the mist ahead.
He didn't expect soone indeed got provoked by the challenge.
The bell sound continued ringing.
A Daoist dressed in a yellow robe erged from the white fog.
He shook the bell with his right hand and scattered yellow paper with his left, followed by a coordinated thumping sound behind.
The Daoist's hair was disheveled, covering his face, but through the exposed sleeves, one could see his arms as withered as a dried corpse.
He led the way in front, behind him in the void, unseen yet neatly followed, a row in relentless order.
"Corpse herder?"
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