The Hundred Ghosts Were Released by Your Temple? I'll Go Give Them a Root Severance! (Seeking Double Monthly Votes)

A wolf ahead, a tiger behind?

When it rains, it pours?

The mantis stalked the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind it?

A string of such thoughts flashed through Shen Le's mind. The bad news was that this was quite troublesome—people from both sides had come at once. He might have to fight two groups in one go.

The good news was that he could still contact Little Oil Lamp, which meant it was nearby. As long as Little Oil Lamp was nearby, there was nothing to fear!

At full power, Little Oil Lamp could be said to slay gods in its path and kill Buddhas that stood in its way!

Even if the people coming were ordinary humans rather than demons or ghosts, and wore no electronic support equipment, he refused to believe every single one of them could be dressed in a Faraday Cage!

Of course, Shen Le had no intention of relying entirely on Little Oil Lamp. Before him, a hundred ghosts wound their way forward, ghostly mist rolling in. Soft laughter, coquettish calls, moans, the sounds of teeth grinding and blood sucking—everything drew closer and closer.

Shen Le lowered his eyes slightly and saw the hairs on his arms standing on end, tiny goosebumps rising across his skin. He had clearly been affected by the Night Parade of a Hundred Ghosts, and his body had begun an automatic stress response. This wasn't scientific!

I've already drawn on the power of water and wind to push back the ghost mist!

The cleared area around me has a radius of at least five meters, far larger than this bath. If my backpack, clothes, and that guy from the Special Affairs Bureau were still where they had been, there's no reason I shouldn't be able to see them!

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