The Broken Temple Has Immortals
Even more so, the last time Tang Changsheng's Divine Soul had wandered the Netherworld Office, he had carried no Magical Artifact and could use at most a tenth or two of his abilities. No wonder Fang Xin had underestimated him!
This time, though, perhaps he had planned ahead: he had brought the Yin Soldier Camp Board with him.
The board's Yin Soldiers were far from a full complement, but Tang Changsheng had brought over a hundred of them...
As these thoughts turned in his mind, Tang Changsheng did not slow down. He charged into the village.
By then, every villager had gathered on the threshing ground. Several roaring bonfires had been lit around them, almost encircling the whole area.
They had arranged themselves with the young and strong on the outside and the old and weak within.
The more people gathered, the stronger their yang energy grew. Together with the bonfires, it could keep ordinary Ghost Creatures from approaching.
Dogs and chickens had also been slaughtered, their hot blood poured into the fires and even onto the ground around the perimeter. The villagers were using their yang energy to seal off the area, so Ghost Creatures would not dare cross that line.
Chen Wangshi and Little Pearl stood among the crowd, their faces tight with worry. "Master still isn't here. He still isn't here. Could something have happened to him...?"
Tang Changsheng liked peace and quiet, and refining Ghost Creatures and the like sometimes produced strange noises.
So the two women no longer spent their nights at the temple. Only when Tang Changsheng claimed to be in seclusion—but was actually away—did he have them stay there overnight to watch the place.
Now they had gathered with the villagers on the threshing ground, but Tang Changsheng