Beneath the gloomy courtyard of Lee Tat Estate, the air still carried the scorched aftermath of the earth-shaking battle.
Li Dan stood amid the wreckage, having just put away the black spade card. Inside it were Corpse King Uncle Dong and the twin Female Ghosts.
Yet just as everything seemed to have settled, the Hellbox Li Dan had casually slipped into his coat pocket suddenly emitted another rapid, faint series of "clicks."
This time, the vibration did not originate from the eerie tenement building before them.
Li Dan frowned slightly and took out the Magic Box. The intricate golden patterns on its surface slowly shifted, eventually converging into a directional arrow pointing straight toward the more remote and desolate mountains in the northwest.
A damp, cold, viscous aura filled with the most extreme resentment and malice faintly reached Li Dan's fingertips through the Magic Box's senses.
"Not here?"
Li Dan fell into thought.
The Magic Box was extraordinarily sensitive to evil forces. Anything capable of provoking such a powerful reaction from it was definitely no ordinary wandering ghost.
The aura carried heavy moisture, deep and still like a pool of stagnant water.
"Fellow Daoist Li, what is it?" Uncle Feng asked, putting away his peachwood sword when he noticed Li Dan's strange expression.
"Things here may be over, but Hong Kong Island's troubles seem far from finished." Li Dan looked toward the pitch-black night sky in the distance. "Something over there seems to be calling."
At that moment, Ah Yau, who had been squatting nearby and smoking in silence, suddenly raised his head, his expression complicated.
"The northwest... that's the direction of Huangshan Village."
Ah Yau exhaled a ring of smoke, his voice hoarse. "Mr. Li, if you're planning to go to a place like that, I'd advise you to