I rather agreed with what Mao Jing had said. That was indeed the situation.
A living corpse, dressed as a Daoist and holding a black whisk.
It reminded me of an old acquaintance.
The old evil cultivator, the Nine Corpse Daoist.
He cultivated nine corpses, nine bodies.
Ever since he had raised corpses in Xu Family Gully last time and I had blown up his corpse body, there had been no trace of him.
Just as that thought crossed my mind, the priest on the altar suddenly stopped.
His wooden sandal stomped onto the ground with a sharp click.
Then he drew out his voice and said:
"Gods will protect us..."
His voice dragged on.
The moment he finished, the hundred-plus onmyoji kneeling below all bowed to him in worship.
They shouted in unison:
"Gods, please protect us!"
"..."
"Ou Doudou, Brother Mao, are they saying that the gods will protect them?"
Mao Jing nodded grimly.
"Yes. They're praying for the gods' protection."
"..."
As everyone chatted quietly and observed the scene, I asked Aoi Yui again:
"Yui, can you determine where the Eight-Foot Jade Magatama is now?"
Ever since entering the room, Aoi Yui had been doing her best to sense it.
After sensing for quite a while, she said:
"I still can't determine its exact location. I can only narrow it down to the crowd ahead!"
The moment I heard it was among the crowd, my scalp went numb.
There were over a hundred people ahead. How were we supposed to find it?
Besides, I had never seen that jade before. I did not even know what it looked like.
"Ou Doudou! There are so many people, and we can't directly pinpoint it. This is going to be troublesome!"
"Yeah! Unless we search them one by one, kill