"Thud! Thud! Thud!"
"Thud! Thud! Thud!"
Not long after Jiang Qiao disposed of the vicious ghosts, he heard knocking outside the Divine Temple.
Oppressive and muffled, it sounded jarring in the silence, making his heart skip a beat.
"A ghost knocking."
"What kind of ghost? One from the flood? From down the well? Or some other unknown evil lurking in this damned place?"
Jiang Qiao did not open the door.
Instead.
He retreated behind the coffin, his steady gaze fixed on the heavy wooden door.
A vicious ghost knocking at the door came with too many uncertainties.
The knocking itself might be a curse, opening the door might trigger a curse, or a curse might arise the instant he saw the vicious ghost.
Besides.
A vicious ghost appearing in these surroundings, right after he had killed two ghosts, might be terrifying beyond imagination.
His task now was to wait until Xie Feifei gained preliminary control over the Mountain God Temple.
He did not want any complications.
There was no need.
Nor was there any reason to confront an unknown vicious ghost.
If a vicious ghost appeared inside the temple, he would naturally act. But those outside were not his concern for now.
"Thud! Thud! Thud!"
"Thud! Thud!"
The knocking did not stop. Mechanical and repetitive, it continued with rigid persistence, as though it would go on forever if no one opened the door.
And as the knocking continued.
Jiang Qiao keenly sensed that the Divine Temple had grown colder. It was as though invisible hands were gently brushing over his body, leaving an icy sensation behind.
Pop!
Suddenly.
The candle flames on the altar flickered.
The sickly green light first flared, illuminating the entire hall. But a few seconds later, it dimmed again, leaving the Divine Temple even gloomier than