Visitor from Afar 8

The atmosphere in the Buddhist temple slowly grew tense. Everyone looked at the people around them with seven parts wariness and three parts fear.

The teammates who had just been fighting side by side now backed away from one another, putting distance between themselves. Even their breathing became guarded.

"You... You seem off to me. Why aren't you wearing anything to ward off evil? Have you been possessed too?"

"What kind of nonsense is that? I came to the temple because I don't have anything!"

"Quit arguing. Just throw a talisman at him!"

Someone could hardly wait to throw a piece of talisman paper at the man. Seeing that he couldn't fool them, he pushed off with his feet and sprang onto a nearby rooftop. In the blink of an eye, he was gone.

After that, suspicion spread like a plague. Everyone went berserk, demanding that each person hold a warding item to prove they were human.

A muffled thud rang out. In the chaos, someone shoved someone else, and several people toppled to the ground one after another like dominoes.

"Ow! You stepped on my hand!" "It hurts like hell! Get off me!" "Who the fuck pushed me? I'll kill that bastard!" Curses, screams, and children's cries blended together. In an instant, the place was a complete mess, with people shouting and fighting everywhere.

While everyone's attention was fixed on the brawl on the ground, more than a dozen figures suddenly sprang up like lurking beasts and leaped onto the temple rooftops.

The clatter of roof tiles was drowned out by the commotion in the main hall. By the time anyone finally noticed and looked back, all they saw were the figures darting across the rooftops. Soon, they had vanished.

"Shit, these ghosts are clever. They actually know how