A strange sound suddenly came from the door, like claws scratching at it.
The Wu family all trembled in fright and huddled together.
"It's here, it's here again. It, it's scratching at the door."
"True, True Dragon Daoist?"
"True Dragon Daoist, you, you have to drive it away!"
"..."
Old Southern Daoist's face twitched, and there was obvious fear in his eyes.
But he forced himself to say,
"D-Don't worry. Everything, everything is under this humble Daoist's control."
With that, he directly drew a Peachwood Sword.
The moment the Peachwood Sword was unsheathed, I froze for a moment.
There were clearly several runes carved into it—orthodox Daoist runes. This was no ordinary Peachwood Sword, but a ritual sword that had been consecrated and inscribed with runes.
This Peachwood Sword carried a bit of spiritual power.
I hadn't expected Old Southern Daoist to actually have something genuine.
But relying on a single ritual sword like this to deal with an infant spirit didn't seem like it would be enough.
Wu Tong and his wife looked at me.
"D-Du'e Daoist, what, what should we do now?"
"Du'e Daoist, it's here."
I quietly said,
"Don't worry. Just stand behind me."
The moment my words fell, a hoarse yet childish voice rang out from the doorway.
"Mommy, Daddy, you're back? Baby missed you so much! Hee hee hee..."
After saying that, it let out an eerie laugh.
Wu Tong and Zeng Hui hugged each other in fright.
"Ah!"
"It's him, it's his voice."
"It's here, it's here."
"..."
But aside from Wu Tong and his wife, and me with the Nether Path open, no one else could hear it.
They were merely startled by Wu Tong and Zeng Hui's reaction.
Old Southern Daoist True Dragon Daoist's disciple had already reached the door.
He grabbed