Night Wander Talisman, Star Pattern Worm

The Daoist Robe Old Man had a genial face, and when he smiled, it was like a spring breeze washing over one's face, making him easy to like.

But upon hearing that single word—"Scram"—his smile immediately stiffened. Just as he opened his mouth to say something—

An Old Blind Man beside him suddenly grinned. "A mere Chang Ghost, a lackey who sells his life for others, dares set its sights on us? Really... tired of living, aren't you?"

Stared at by the Old Blind Man's hollow eye sockets, the Daoist Robe Old Man's scalp tingled. He hurriedly said, "I'll scram right away!"

Then he turned and fled.

"You've fallen into my hands. If I let you escape, wouldn't that make me look utterly useless?"

With a cold snort, the Old Blind Man raised his hand and pointed through the air.

Bang!

The Daoist Robe Old Man exploded, turning into a wisp of blue smoke that drifted away.

His robe, meanwhile, fluttered lightly to the ground.

The people in the nearby streets and alleys merely looked on as though they had long grown accustomed to such a sight.

A seductive woman passing by even let out a coquettish laugh and teased, "That Chang Ghost really had no eye for people. One look tells you it was trained by some third-rate nobody. Its death was no great loss."

Her words drew a burst of laughter from the nearby street.

The seductive woman turned her watery eyes toward the Old Blind Man and said with a smile, "Friend, that Chang Ghost may have lacked discernment, but killing at the drop of a hat can easily stir up trouble. As the saying goes, even a mighty dragon cannot crush a local snake. No matter how great your abilities are, once you reach Night Demon