The sound of knocking rang out. Luo Yan opened the door, and Bai? walked in, her small face tense.
"Luo Yan, there's movement downstairs."
Luo Yan nodded. "Come on. Let's go take a look."
As they passed through the corridor, Luo Yan noticed that all the rooms in the inn were deathly quiet.
It seemed the guests in the other rooms hadn't heard the eerie chanting.
"They're probably targeting us," Luo Yan said as they went downstairs.
Bai? snorted. "It must be the work of the Heavenly Ghost."
Luo Yan said grimly, "If it's the Heavenly Ghost, we have to be careful. We should avoid starting a fight in the town if possible."
Bai? nodded. "A lot of people would die otherwise. I know."
She paused, then added, "But if the Heavenly Ghost insists on killing people, I'm afraid it won't be up to us."
Luo Yan said nothing more. He merely sent a message, asking the Strategic Affairs Department to send Zhu Rong and Xi Niang over.
In the blink of an eye, they reached the street.
At midnight, the long street had quietly filled with dense fog.
The fog spread everywhere, blurring the sky and earth into one indistinct mass.
There was light in the fog—green, ghastly green. Reflected through the mist, it made the street resemble the Ghost Domain, as if they had arrived in the underworld.
"Those who are pure decay the impure; those who move bring ruin to the still. With the seven emotions, I refine the yin essence."
A voice came from within the dense fog. It was a man's voice, but there was more than one of them.
Several voices overlapped. All of them were hoarse, as if old phlegm were lodged in their throats. Combined with the sinister, eerie chanting, they were