Ghost Plague in the Bustling Market

Seeing this, Shen Luo was somewhat moved. With a flick of one hand, a Ghost-Subduing Talisman and a Minor Thunder Talisman flew from his sleeve and stuck themselves to the peddler's chest and back.

"On your way home, walk past houses with door gods pasted on their doors and bronze mirrors hanging above their lintels. Do not stop along the way. Once you get home, remove the talismans from your body and stick them to the doorframe," Shen Luo instructed.

"I've encountered an immortal master! Thank you, Immortal Master, thank you, Immortal Master..." The peddler immediately understood. He hurriedly knelt and kowtowed in gratitude. When he raised his head again, the space before him was empty; Shen Luo was gone.

"My wife, my child..." The peddler shuddered violently, cried out again through tears, and hurried off.

At the end of the alley, beneath an old locust tree that had clearly stood for many years, lay a patch of pitch-black shadow.

Within the shadow stood a stone railing three feet above the ground, encircling a deep well.

Shen Luo stood beside the well and peered deeply downward. It was completely dark inside, save for the moonlight reflected at the bottom, which revealed rippling glimmers on the water.

His brow furrowed slightly as he began chanting an incantation.

Waves immediately began churning beneath the well. A spiraling water blade stirred upward from the bottom, and a great volume of well water surged out of the mouth like a fountain.

Shen Luo reached into the stream and scooped up a mass of water, holding it before his eyes for careful inspection.

"The Yin Qi is actually this heavy?" After looking for a moment, his brow tightened.

Just then, the locust tree beside the well suddenly rustled with the movement of branches and leaves.