My master's experience in exorcising evil spirits came in perfectly handy at this moment.
I immediately nodded.
Xia Feilong, meanwhile, lit a stick of incense beside the flower bed and set up a little straw effigy.
Then he said,
"Once this incense burns out, my old immortals will know I've arrived here. They'll all reach Ten Thousand City before dawn."
I had witnessed how these spirit-medium halls handled matters before.
If they did not make a move, that was one thing. But once they did, they came in a group.
We waited outside the hotel for around twenty minutes before an old Santana pulled up in front of the entrance.
Then, a slightly plump middle-aged man in his forties got out of the car.
He wore casual clothes and had his hair parted to one side.
The moment he got out, he spotted us. Smiling, he walked straight toward us.
"Corpse Head Song, long time no see..."
Seeing him, my master also smiled.
"Wang Laowu, sorry to disturb you so late at night."
The middle-aged man called 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 were in such a hurry to find me tonight.
"There must be something important, right?
"As long as there's anything I, Wang Laowu, can help with, I definitely will!"
Wang Laowu spoke as he patted his chest.
My master did not stand on ceremony and said directly,
"Laowu, let me introduce you first. This is Xia Feilong, a spirit-medium disciple from Flying Dragon Hall in the Northeast.
"He is a good friend of mine. This is my final disciple, Jiang Ning."
Xia Feilong and I both