Master spoke coldly, exhaling a stream of smoke.
That indifferent expression, that composure in the face of the thousand ghosts below—such transcendent calm was far beyond anything I could match now.
But Master's words gave me a great deal of confidence.
"Understood, Master. Once we fight, I won't show any mercy."
The fighting spirit in my heart surged considerably.
As soon as I finished speaking,
Daoist Qingshan spoke as well:
"Tonight is the fifteenth of the seventh month, when all ghosts appear.
From what this humble Daoist has observed, most of the ghosts below are merely low-level evil entities, not savage malignant spirits.
Though they outnumber us, the Secret Bureau and we have long made preparations in advance.
When the fighting begins, those ghosts may not necessarily gain the upper hand.
We'll watch for the right moment and act when the opportunity arises."
Mao Jing and Pan Ling both nodded.
Zhang Yuchen spoke up at that moment as well:
"Ou Doudou, let's just do it."
Facing the dense horde of ghosts, everyone's morale rose once more.
All we had to do was wait for the critical moment to strike.
Outside, ghostly howls continued without end.
We remained hidden in the hotel, waiting quietly.
Every now and then, we could hear the other hotel guests complaining.
"Why is it so chilly? And the power's out too?"
"Doesn't the hotel have a generator?"
"There's no signal on my phone either. Have we really run into ghosts or what..."
"..."
But we paid no attention to their complaints, keeping our eyes fixed on what was happening downstairs.
Aside from the ghosts, pedestrians occasionally passed by below.
Those pedestrians couldn't see the ghosts. As they walked down the street, the ghosts didn't attack them directly.
They merely passed through their bodies again and again.