Could This Be True?

Chen Feng followed the sound of the instruments with his gaze, and his pupils instantly contracted.

He saw five strange creatures—no, not strange creatures, but five Lesser Demons—carrying an enormous blood-red coffin. The Lesser Demon at the front carried a basket filled with paper money, which he grabbed by the handfuls and scattered into the sky. The paper money drifted everywhere like snowflakes as they made their way over.

The sight was rather chilling. Wang Su immediately said, "Daoist Master, hurry and let my sister go. Find somewhere to hide. Those are Red Mountain Old Demon's people. If they find you, they'll kill you!"

Red Mountain Old Demon's underlings?

As Chen Feng watched the coffin draw closer, he released Wang Qing. Wang Su then led Chen Feng into the wooden cabin to hide.

Chen Feng stood in the corner, but there was nowhere to conceal himself.

Wang Su anxiously said, "If you stay here, they'll come in and inspect the place. They'll definitely find you, and then it'll be dangerous. How about this? Hide in the wooden tub. It's the bathtub my sister and I use!"

A bathtub? Strange creatures needed baths too? How strange.

Chen Feng did not think much of it and let Wang Su pull him along.

Actually, Chen Feng was not afraid of the Lesser Demons outside. However, his current strength was still insufficient to contend with Red Mountain Old Demon. Even Monk Fazhao, with his formidable strength, could not deal with him, so Chen Feng certainly should not provoke him yet.

It would be best not to alert the enemy.

He hid inside the wooden enclosure in a squat, looking rather comical. A folding screen stood beside the bathtub, blocking the view from the door.

Chen Feng had seen those five great immortals before. They