The manor suddenly erupted into turmoil, fighting breaking out everywhere. Someone had clearly infiltrated it.
Zhang Yuchen and I both felt that something was wrong. This was obviously a planned attack, and we had happened to walk right into it.
But at that very moment, the old woman waved her hand, and the flying insects crawling out from her body suddenly flew toward Zhang Yuchen and me.
Their buzzing sounded like a locust swarm passing through, blotting out the sky as they descended upon us.
Facing so many insects, I did not dare let down my guard in the slightest.
I immediately activated the Tong Ghost Hand. It shot out once more, a purple ghostly arm covered in black scriptures.
Its sharp ghost claws swayed from side to side over the Evil-Slaying Flowing Cloud Sword.
Its five fingers clawed at the air, the veins on its arm bulging.
At the same time, Tong Ghost Qi spread out, carrying a faint hatred.
The flying insects that had been blotting out the sky suddenly halted, forcibly stopping two meters in front of us.
They did not dare come any closer...
The people standing on the roof also changed expression sharply.
Their eyes widened as they stared at the Tong Ghost arm in my hand.
"Tong Ghost!"
"Ancient Tong Ghost Hand!"
"Master, the sword in his hand is actually a Tong Ghost Sword!"
"..."
They were not speaking Vietnamese, but rather the heavily accented local dialect.
Those were roughly the words they said.
Zhang Yuchen retreated. Without mist or a weapon, he immediately activated the Yin-Yang Embroidery on his back.
However, while the Yin-Yang Embroidery was highly effective at suppressing evil entities and demons, it was far less intimidating to these insects.
My expression turned icy. I formed a hand seal with my