Chen Mo closed the door. With a thought, his spiritual sense swiftly swept through the entire room.
After making a circuit and finding nothing unusual, he went to the table. With a flick of his right hand, several items emerged one after another from his storage space and lay lined up across the tabletop.
A ghost-controlling token, a bone bead, a protective talisman armor, a small porcelain bottle, and a pitch-black dagger.
Unfortunately, the other party's cultivation technique had not been carried on him. Chen Mo had tried Soul Seizure earlier, but for some reason, it had failed.
Chen Mo drew the dagger from its sheath. Its blade reflected no light beneath the kerosene lamp. He had no idea what material it was made from; it was black from end to end, with only the edge occasionally flashing with a faint, ghostly gleam.
He lightly brushed his thumb across the blade's edge without applying any force, yet a thin white mark had already appeared on his fingertip.
Sharp to an evil degree.
"Not bad."
Chen Mo tucked the dagger at his waist, took out a wooden box from his storage space, and put away everything else.
The kerosene lamp's flame flickered.
He did not rush to rest. After hesitating for a moment, he took out the mask gifted to him by the Moon-Worship divine envoy.
A minor clerk at the Inspection Bureau getting tangled up with a cult like this—if it were exposed, never mind his official cap, whether he could keep his head was another matter entirely.
The mask was neither metal nor wood. It felt like an exceedingly thin kind of leather, yet was cool as jade.
After studying it for a while and finding nothing remarkable, Chen Mo took a deep breath and slowly poured Taiyin Qi