Grotto-Heaven (Part One)

A group of people rushed at Lin Xin in a frenzy, scattering talisman water, black ash, and other such things from their hands. Two burly women even carried bowls of black dog's blood and splashed it straight at him.

With a slight flicker, Lin Xin wordlessly dodged their charge and reached a corner of the ruined temple in the blink of an eye.

The group pounced on empty air, but all their things struck the four motionless people instead.

The firelight immediately dimmed, but some of the group had brought torches, so there was still light.

Lin Xin did not wish to get tangled up with them, but neither did he want to inexplicably take the blame.

"I am merely a passerby who happened to pass through here in the middle of the night. I am not the Body-Fixing Ghost you are looking for."

"It's him! Those four have the same ghostly talismans drawn on their foreheads! My wife has one on her forehead too!" The leader noticed the marks on the foreheads of the four people lying on the ground and roared in grief and fury.

"Kill him!"

The others immediately charged again.

Impatience appeared on Lin Xin's face. He flicked a finger.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Several soft sounds rang out in succession as more than a dozen pale-red streaks of Sword Qi shot from his fingertips, instantly striking down all ten-odd people charging at him by the knees.

In an instant, people and horses tumbled over, and the group howled miserably as they rolled into a heap.

The middle-aged man at the front fell flat on the ground. The steel saber in his hand smashed into the fire, and blood gushed from both his knees. He could not move at all.

"Can we speak properly now?" Lin Xin