The Old Taoist Blocking the Path

As soon as Shen Luo entered the water, he released his Divine Sense. His Divine Mind grew even sharper aided by the abundant water-attribute spiritual qi, and he quickly discovered the tracks of the deer-headed ghost, then followed it by stealthily moving beneath the water surface.

After traveling through the lake for over half an hour like this, the ghost suddenly turned into a reed thicket and entered a river.

Shen Luo followed all the way, walking several hundred paces upstream along the river channel, and actually arrived inside the garden of a private residence.

Knowing that he should be reaching his destination soon, he put away his Divine Sense, suppressed the magic power fluctuations on his body, and cautiously followed it inside.

That river channel ran straight through the estate, and a section of it had been expanded into a small landscaped lake within the private residence. There was an open area by the lake, directly facing a tall opera stage ahead.

Sure enough, that deer-headed ghost arrived at the bank of the small lake, came straight out of the water, landed ashore, and mounted the open plaza beside it.

Shen Luo peered through the water surface, cautiously sizing up his surroundings, and saw that there were quite a few weeds growing around the lake shore. That tall opera stage also looked somewhat dilapidated, and scattered fallen leaves were visible all around, which was enough to show that this private residence seemed to have been abandoned.

"What is going on, why did this fellow run back?" Right at that moment, a surprised voice suddenly rang out.

Shen Luo hurriedly looked over in that direction, and saw a plump middle-aged man wearing a red brocade robe standing before the deer-horned ghost, sizing it up with a puzzled expression all over