Preventing Fire, Theft, and Female Ghosts

Though Maoshan Ming wasn't very strong, he had prepared a full set of gear to make his scams more convincing.

Take the peachwood sword in his hand, for example. It wasn't made from Lightning-struck Wood or particularly old peachwood, but after years of Maoshan Ming's ritual cultivation, it had gained a little power.

The red-clothed female ghost had let her guard down and been stabbed by Maoshan Ming's peachwood sword. She'd even suffered a minor injury.

This greatly boosted Maoshan Ming's confidence. He decided that the ghost only looked frightening—in truth, she was all bark and no bite.

"You dare hurt me?! I'll make you suffer until you beg for death, yet can't die!"

Hurt by Maoshan Ming and then looked down on by him, the red-clothed female ghost flew into a rage. Her already long claws grew much longer, and she lunged at the confident Maoshan Ming.

What happened next proved to everyone that if you weren't the protagonist and didn't have the protagonist's halo, you shouldn't expect to fight above your weight class.

Maoshan Ming, who had been brimming with inexplicable confidence just moments ago, was now being thrashed by the enraged female ghost after only a few exchanges.

He only managed to last a couple of blows longer by relying on the few talismans he had left. Otherwise, he would have lost even faster.

Just as Maoshan Ming was about to be run through the heart by one of her claws, Bai Rourou, who had been watching the show for a while, could finally hold back no longer. She leaped out from her hiding place, channeled her magic power, and sent the three copper coins in her hand flying toward the ghost.

The three copper coins glimmering with red light struck the ghost's wrist one after another.