There was now an oddball trio of demon exorcists in the world.
An old monk, a young novice, and a White Snake transformed into human form—Bai Yujun and the two master and disciple strode menacingly toward the eastern side of town. Hui Xian, who had originally been on tenterhooks, now held his head high, full of vigor, while Little Stone's face was glossy with oil.
Yet Hui Xian always felt that Little Stone seemed... seemed very happy.
Every so often, he licked his lips. Who knew how unforgettable those bamboo shoots at noon had been? Alas, he was so incapable that even his disciple had to suffer alongside him. Look how badly Little Stone craved food—he even treated bamboo shoots as a delicacy.
Guilt-ridden, Hui Xian could never have imagined how much cured meat Little Stone had eaten...
When others drove out evil spirits, they chose daytime, when yang energy was abundant. Strong yang energy could suppress wicked things and ghosts, making the task twice as easy with half the effort. Wicked things and ghosts belonged to yin and dared not face sunlight. That sun hanging in the sky was no mere ornament—the word "sun" alone explained everything. For a vengeful ghost, being exposed to sunlight was no different from jumping into lava.
But Bai Yujun did not care. Forget going at night—even on the days when yin energy was at its strongest, she would still dare stab it twice. The Central Plains were not the underworld; there were no overly powerful ghostly entities here. If one truly grew into something formidable, a whole crowd would come rushing over to farm merit and reputation.
The estate on the eastern side of town was frantic.
The sun was about to set, and that ghostly entity would soon emerge to cause trouble.