Bye-Bye!

The young NPCs, carrying torches and weapons, had now completely surrounded the ruins of Yimo's house.

Watching a dozen or so loathsome "people," their whole bodies engulfed in flames, rush out of the firelit ruins, they didn't retreat, but were so shocked that for a moment they didn't know what to say.

After all, to prevent any of them from being an inside agent—or from having been unlucky enough to catch the disease—they had only been summoned that afternoon, and hadn't been told exactly what they were supposed to do. Most of them had initially thought they were going to kill wolves.

By the time they'd hidden in ambush that evening, only a few had sensed that something was off.

The "ghosts" kept shrieking inside the ruins. Some were blasted so thoroughly they were well and truly dead. Those who had barely survived had been reduced to charred, unrecognizable lumps, their bodies still on fire as they ran around wildly. The sight left the young NPCs somewhat frightened.

But just then, after sweeping his gaze over everyone present, the Temple Abbot raised the Demon-Subduing Staff high. With a loud yell, he charged at two Blood Ghouls rushing out. "Aiyaaa! Hah!"

With that yell, his sturdy, over-six-foot frame's arm muscles bulged. He swung the Demon-Subduing Staff with all his might, and sent one Blood Ghoul's head flying with a single blow.

Blood sprayed everywhere. The "ghost" engulfed in flames finally stopped struggling for good and collapsed to the ground.

Seeing this, the ghost beside it, wracked with pain as the flames consumed it, suddenly clawed wildly at the Temple Abbot.

"You evil ghosts, go to hell!"

But the Temple Abbot was fearsomely strong. He raised the Demon-Subduing Staff high and smacked the Blood Ghoul across the face with a diagonal swing.