The Plan

Luo Yan arrived quickly.

He and Zhao Ruru had come to this space together, and naturally heard from the inn's boatman about the two groups of idiots who had insisted on crossing the river in the flood.

And so, they became the third group of idiots.

As soon as they neared the harbor, several sharp-eyed people aboard the central boat spotted them. Then they saw the Water Ghosts swimming toward the newcomers' boat in a pack, like wolves that had caught the scent of meat.

The little boat immediately began to teeter precariously. A faint bell rang through the curtain of rain, and each time it sounded, the Water Ghosts paused for a moment and the waves calmed somewhat.

Even so, the boat was pitifully fragile, and making progress was harder than it had been for any of the boats before it.

"Oh no, does that boat not have an Immovable as a Mountain Curse?" Quinn craned his neck to get a better look, his heart in his mouth every time the boat nearly capsized.

"But it looks like they have something that can suppress the ghosts too." Song Xue wiped the water from her face.

"It's the Saintess's sacred bell." Zhao Yijiu leaned against the wooden lattice of the boat, looking especially relaxed. "So don't get your hopes up. They simply don't have a talisman."

Luo Yan had no talisman. Otherwise, he would have brought it out by now.

At that answer, everyone's spirits sank. Then they all lowered their eyes to the river.

Could the talisman really be underwater?

Apart from the river, they had searched every inch of the funeral home and could confirm the talisman wasn't hidden there!

"Good. Now that we've confirmed it, we should decide how to respond." Zhao Mou stepped out of the