Witchcraft Masters

The moment the leader of the Thievery and Disaster Sect made his move, the earth-shaking gap in power was laid bare. The Calamity Bag hung in midair, pouring forth rolling waves of baleful flames. Apart from Temple God's Spirit Summoning, which could barely hold them back, everyone else was powerless.

Amid the chaos, Erguotou's face turned green. Gritting his teeth, he muttered, "It's not easy for me to show my face, and this is how I'm humiliated?"

He was furious.

When Old Bai Gan had left him the Talisman Suppression Book, he'd been scared out of his wits.

Other people might not know what it was, but he knew all too well. He also knew how important the thing was to those who walked the ghostly path.

His first thought had been to bury it again and leave it alone.

After all, he knew that touching it would bring trouble.

But he was a ghost-walker himself. Having laid eyes on the Talisman Suppression Book, how could he possibly bring himself to walk away?

I'll just take a look!

He reassured himself. It was only a peek, after all. It wasn't as if he had to castrate himself.

But once he started reading, he couldn't stop. The book was full of the Ultimate Skills his master had taught him back then—or rather, it contained the advanced methods for the Ultimate Skills his master had taught him.

There were so many methods he'd puzzled over for years without understanding, yet the Talisman Suppression Book explained them with effortless clarity. His understanding of the ghost-walking arts had leaped several levels.

But once he picked it up, he couldn't put it down, and his courage grew with every page.

Erguotou had always been the sort to avoid trouble when he could, but if trouble