Gongs and drums thundered through the heavens, yellow paper scattered across the ground. The nearby ghosts all rushed over to pick up the money, and when they were done, they knelt and thanked the City God.
"Master, in a moment, have that little girl take the lead. You escape with me, and Wanyi will certainly protect you." Song Wanyi whispered into my ear.
I had just turned my head when my old face nearly collided with her lips. I hurriedly raised a hand to block them. Her lips were soft, carrying a trace of icy chill that set one's imagination running wild.
I glanced at her expression and found that her complexion really did seem to have changed a little; she didn't look as though she was faking it. I hurriedly asked, "What do you mean? That City God?"
"That little girl excels at close combat, while I only specialize in spells. You saw that City God, right? He isn't a City God at all. This fellow's baleful intent soars to the heavens. Other ghosts can't see it, but I can. He's extremely powerful. And those two Black and White Impermanences beside him aren't ordinary either." Song Wanyi pursed her lips and indicated that I should look over.
I looked from afar, but how could I discover anything? A canopy and an umbrella of the people, eight ghosts carrying the City God's sedan—wasn't that perfectly normal?
The Black and White Impermanences were certainly powerful, but there didn't seem to be anything amiss.
Only when we drew closer did the City God's appearance fall into my sight.
That City God wore a bright-red robe and looked to be in his thirties. His face was frighteningly pale, his lips dyed a vivid red—he looked exactly like a demon. I froze at the