Qian San could not sleep.
Though practicing black magic for many years had caused irreversible damage to his body, it had also genuinely sharpened his sensory perception, and he often felt that he could vaguely glimpse something roughly referred to as the "Heavenly Dao".
A voice in the dark would tell him when it was safe and when it was dangerous.
If something was about to happen, his mind would grow restless.
Tonight felt deeply ominous.
Ever since he had faintly heard the wails and cries of the little ghost bound to that female ghost Lotus Incense, an ominous premonition had continuously shrouded him.
That little ghost often cried, possessed a twisted personality, and no matter how he lectured or disciplined it, it never listened. Furthermore, that cheap hussy Lotus Incense hovered outside his door every night, and to be honest, he had lost count of the number of times he had heard that little thing wailing and cursing.
Why on earth, out of all nights, did the little ghost's voice make his heart skip a beat tonight?
Trouble was likely coming.
Driven by a strong sense of vigilance, Qian San did not have an ounce of sleepiness and kept listening closely to the movements outside. With nothing else to do, he casually picked up a hand-copied scripture resting on the bookcase and began to read.
Though his eyes were glued to the book pages, his attention remained focused outside, and he wondered inwardly whether Lotus Incense had found some other way to enter his room.
If he were fully prepared, not even a sky-high grievance entity like Lotus Incense, bristling with monstrous resentment, would be a match for him. Every time he went out on tasks at night in the past, he had been able to subdue Lotus Incense