The gongs and drums thundered beneath the heavens, and yellow paper was scattered across the ground. The nearby ghosts all rushed over to pick up the spirit money. In the end, every one of them knelt and thanked the City God.
"Master, when the time comes, let that little girl hold them off. You escape with me. Wanyi will protect you all the way." Song Wanyi whispered into my ear.
I had just wanted to turn 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 hint 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 somewhat. She didn't look as though she were faking it, so I hurriedly asked, "What do you mean? That City God?"
"That little girl is good at close combat. I only specialize in spells. You saw that City God, right? He isn't a City God at all. His baleful aura reaches the heavens. 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, indicating that I should look over.
I looked from afar, but how could I notice anything? A canopy, a parasol of the common people, eight ghosts carrying a sedan chair, and the City God—wasn't that perfectly normal?
The Black and White Impermanences were certainly powerful generals, but there didn't seem to be anything amiss.
It was only when we drew closer that the City God's appearance fell into my sight.
The City God wore a bright-red robe. He looked to be in his thirties, with a face frighteningly white and lips dyed