Seeing the markings on the wooden token, Yao Shunyu sneered. "You don't have one? Then what's this?"
The servant saw the token snatched away and struggled furiously despite the pain, glaring at Yao Shunyu. "Give it back! Give me back my life-saving token!"
The token's craftsmanship and material were similar to those of the one the servant had carried before. Clearly, both came from the so-called Celestial Master's Palace. There was no need to mention how dangerous tonight would be. Given Yao Shunyu's personality, there was no chance he would return something once it was in his hands. "Enough nonsense. I'm keeping it. It's still early in the night. As long as you don't go near First Lady's tomb, you'll be fine."
Knowing he was no match for Yao Shunyu—and that the people before him were all honored guests invited by Houye—the servant could only swallow his anger. He glared viciously at Yao Shunyu and the others, then turned and ran, disappearing into the darkness in no time.
After obtaining the so-called life-saving token, Yao Shunyu examined the lightning-struck wood token in his hand. Once he was sure there was nothing wrong with it, he turned and passed it to the Fatty. "Brother Wang, keep this token. We don't know what it does yet, but it's better than nothing."
Staring at the finely crafted token, Tang Qisheng and Zhu Jie both felt the urge to take it and examine it closely. But worried they might cause a misunderstanding, they ultimately refrained.
The Fatty was taken aback, then waved his hands in refusal. "Brother Yao, you risked your neck to get this. How could I take it?"
Yao Shunyu frowned and simply shoved the token into the Fatty's pocket. Then he added meaningfully, "Keep it, Brother Wang. The ghosts may be