My master's experience in exorcising evil came in perfectly handy at this moment.
I immediately nodded.
Meanwhile, Xia Feilong lit an incense stick beside the flower bed and set up a little straw effigy.
Then he said,
"Once this incense burns out, the immortal spirits of my household will know I've arrived here. They'll all reach Ten Thousand City before dawn."
I had seen how spirit-medium halls handled matters before.
When they did not act, they did nothing—but once they did, they came in a group.
We waited outside the hotel for about twenty minutes before an old Santana pulled up at the entrance.
Then, a slightly plump middle-aged man in his forties got out of the car.
He wore casual clothes and had a side-parted hairstyle.
The moment he got out, he spotted us. Smiling, he walked straight over.
"Corpse Head Song, long time no see..."
My master smiled as well when he saw him.
"Wang Laowu, sorry to disturb you so late at night."
The middle-aged man known as Wang Laowu repeatedly waved his hands.
"Not at all, not at all. If Corpse Head Song hadn't saved me back then, I'd have died long ago. How could I have lived until now?
"Corpse Head Song, you called for me so urgently tonight.
"There must be something important, right?
"As long as it's something I, Wang Laowu, can help with, I'll definitely help!"
Wang Laowu said this while patting his chest.
My master did not stand on ceremony and spoke directly.
"Laowu, let me introduce you first. This is Xia Feilong, a spirit-medium disciple of Northeast Flying Dragon Hall.
"He's a good friend of mine. This is my final disciple, Jiang Ning."
Xia Feilong and I both clasped our fists in greeting, following the customs of our trade.
Wang