Sister

"What's wrong, little brother?"

"Nothing. There's no danger for the moment anyway, so please wait for me a bit."

Zhou You waved to Luo Liangde, then gently brushed his fingertips over those marks. "That's right, they really are cloud patterns, but..."

According to what he knew, the closer one got to modern times, the greater the restrictions on supernatural power. Aside from that bizarre timeline created by the demonized Cixi, cultivators had basically vanished from the world since the late Qing Dynasty.

In the real world today, seventy percent of those who claimed to exorcise ghosts and hunt demons were frauds. The remaining thirty percent had little power to speak of either. Relying on them was less useful than relying on modern technology—after all, many demons with physical bodies could be dealt with using guns.

But this...

The brushwork was clear, its spiritual light contained within. It was obviously the work of an expert.

And there was something else.

The blood aura within had nearly reached its peak.

How should he put it...? It was as though hundreds or thousands of wronged souls and vengeful ghosts had been buried inside. An ordinary person like Luo Liangde might not feel much, but merely standing here, Zhou You could feel a chill seeping into his organs, making his hair stand on end.

"Refining souls into nothingness—a typical demonic technique. Unfortunately, this body's abilities are limited, so I can't make out anything more."

Muttering soundlessly, Zhou You looked at Luo Liangde again.

"Brother Luo, do you know what this is?"

Luo Liangde scratched his head.

"It's for protection. You forgot even that? It's because of this thing that those weird creatures outside can't just rush in so easily..."

"Then do you know who made it?"

That truly stumped Luo Liangde. He scratched his