Zhang Huaping had often listened to professional exorcist friends chatting. They compared the gloom, terror, and oppressive presence of ghosts to the feeling of a heavy weight pressing on one's heart.
And now, before her eyes—
If the weight pressing on her heart from this wave of synchronized smiles could be measured,
she felt that the smiles weighed a full three hundred pounds.
Creepy.
However, Zhang Huaping was a professional through and through, with an exceptionally strong mind.
Years of tomb raiding, demon hunting, and handling all kinds of ghost incidents in Pingchang City had taught her through countless struggles between life and death:
The more afraid one was of ghosts, the faster one died.
So under ordinary circumstances, she never showed an expression of being frightened—unless she truly could not help it.
At present, she had merely been startled.
She quickly regained her composure. She even offered the strange fellows from the Mountain Villa a faint, gentle smile and nodded in greeting.
Then, as if she had seen nothing, she continued working, carrying the boxes one by one to the entrance of the Mountain Villa.
"They actually came so quickly?"
The blacksmiths in the distance desperately maintained polite smiles.
They thought to themselves that it was a good thing they had maintained their manners the moment they stepped outside.
Otherwise, if they had swarmed out of the dormitory like a bunch of lunatics as usual, they would have completely disgraced the Mountain Villa.
What bandits turning everything upside down? What Fourth Calamity?
All utter nonsense!
They had long since abandoned violence for literature, reading books and cultivating their minds. They were now honest, dutiful little blacksmiths who worked for a living.
At the very least, whenever guests appeared at the Mountain Villa, they had to look like normal people—polite