Tower City.
Outside the Weird Tales Inn.
Old Monk Kongxin and Little Monk Yongse remained in the car. They had neither entered the inn nor turned around and fled north of the city.
"Master, that makes three already..."
Little Monk Yongse spoke in a low voice.
Not far outside the car, a thin, gaunt man in black cloth clothes walked past along the street, carrying a shoulder pole and pushing a tricycle.
A filthy iron bucket sat on the tricycle, with a sheet of red paper stuck to its side.
The crooked characters "tofu pudding" were written on the paper.
Someone was selling tofu pudding in a place like this?
What a joke!
Obviously, this was an Evil Spirit—and an extremely terrifying one at that.
That was because the master and disciple could not sense even the slightest trace of supernatural aura from it. Although it looked exactly like a walking corpse, rotten marks covered its entire body.
And yet...
In Old Monk Kongxin's perception, there was still nothing strange about it.
As an experienced Awakened who had traveled far and wide, he knew exactly what that meant.
This Evil Spirit was probably far more terrifying than they could imagine.
"Don't make a sound..."
Old Monk Kongxin shook his head slightly.
He took two pens and several sheets of paper from his bag, signaling for Little Monk Yongse to write down whatever he wanted to say.
That would minimize the chance of making a sound.
The ways Evil Spirits searched for and killed people were strange and varied. Sound was one of the most common mediums. For example, some Vicious Ghosts would walk right past you without killing you, but the moment you made a sound, you would draw their attention.
As it turned out, that Vicious Ghost was blind