"Ghosts?" Li Deyang frowned, speaking in disbelief. "Where are there ghosts?"
Baili Pangpang wore a monocle, his lips trembling as he pointed around them.
"Under that tree over there, there's a male ghost with no feet staring at us. At the door of that old house on the left, there's a female ghost poking her head out and looking at us too...
"And, Uncle Li... on your back... there's, there's a little boy without eyes hanging on..."
Li Deyang's burly body shuddered, and his face instantly turned pale. He fiercely slapped at his shoulders, trying to knock the filthy thing off.
"Are there any more?" Li Deyang asked anxiously.
"He... climbed onto your head... He's pulling out your hair!!"
"..."
Li Deyang's eyes widened as he desperately rubbed his hair. Strands of black hair turned silver-white and fell from his head. In an instant, the volume of his hair plummeted!
Cao Yuan's brow tightened. He snatched the prayer beads from Baili Pangpang's hand and began chanting at Li Deyang.
Li Deyang only felt his head suddenly grow lighter, and an incomparable sense of relief washed over him. His hair finally stopped falling out, though several silver-white strands had appeared amid the black.
Seeing this, Cao Yuan finally breathed a sigh of relief and turned around, only to find Baili Pangpang glaring at him.
"Good one, Old Cao. You still said you weren't a monk!"
Cao Yuan: ...
"I was just reciting a scripture the Golden Cicada Master taught me." Cao Yuan shrugged. "When I couldn't control the Black King inside me before, I relied on this scripture to steady my mind."
"Didn't you say ghosts generally wouldn't approach living people?" An Qingyu asked in confusion.
Cao Yuan froze, then hesitantly said, "Normally, they shouldn't... Could it be that the yin