Gongs and drums thundered across the sky, yellow paper scattered all over the ground, and the nearby ghosts all hurried over////#Latest%Chapter^''
"Master, when the time comes, let that little girl take the lead. You escape with me. Wanyi will protect you all the way." Song Wanyi whispered by my ear.
I had just wanted to turn my head when my old face nearly collided with her lips. I quickly raised a hand to block them. Her lips were soft, carrying a trace of icy chill, making one's imagination run wild.
I glanced at her expression and found that her complexion really had changed a little. She did not seem to be faking it, so I hurriedly asked, "What do you mean? That City God?"
"That little girl excels in close combat, while I'm only good at spells. You saw that City God, right? He isn't a City God at all. This fellow is bursting with baleful intent. Other ghosts can't see it, but I can. He's extremely powerful. And the two Black and White Impermanences beside him aren't ordinary either." Song Wanyi pursed her lips toward them.
I looked over from a distance, but how could I discover anything? A canopy and a Myriad-People Umbrella, eight ghosts carrying the sedan, and a City God—wasn't that perfectly normal?
The Black and White Impermanences were certainly powerful generals, but nothing seemed amiss.
Only when I drew closer did the City God's appearance fall into my eyes.
The 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 some sort of demon. I stared blankly. This was the City God? His appearance really did not fit at all!
"What about Xijun?" I saw that Xijun was