An inexplicable sense of dread began to burn in my heart. I reached out and caught a raindrop. It was crimson red, just like blood, as though someone had performed a ritual on it. Otherwise, there was no reason for this blood rain to appear.
The rain was meant to deal with me. It stopped right at the mountain's edge before the temple. Several travelers carrying backpacks came down the distant highway. My expression darkened.
When I turned around, Zhao Qian closed her book, placed it in her talisman pouch, then gently pushed open the cleaned guest room and walked inside.
Zhang Xiaofei and Li Qinghe had both gone to attend funerals. Only Wang Yuanyi was here. He was probably still asleep. An ordinary person couldn't stay awake for an entire day and night.
I walked toward Zhao Yu's guest room and found Zhao Yu and Tong Sanjin standing there asleep. I called out twice, but neither Corpse King woke up.
The Liao brothers were both nearby, fiddling with Zhao Yu and Tong Sanjin.
"What's going on?" I asked. Seeing the confusion on their faces, I felt puzzled.
"We don't know either. It seems to be rain mixed with Corpse-Repelling Powder, sprayed down from an airplane. It's powerful Corpse-Repelling Powder at that. Zhao Yu and Tong Sanjin immediately found a place and fell asleep." Liao Zhao looked crestfallen.
I knew the rain outside the Taoist temple was strange, but I hadn't connected it to Corpse-Repelling Powder.
It seemed I couldn't rely on the two Corpse Kings. I could only go out and face the battle myself.
The six backpackers were indeed no ordinary people. They entered from outside the Taoist temple and split up to surround me.
"Everyone, it's raining so heavily. Are you looking for somewhere to shelter from