During the first half of the night, all was quiet outside the Stockade. In the second half, even Lin Feng had to light a Bonfire, its ink-thick black Flame wrapped in a layer of red Flame.
Lin Feng rang his bell while releasing the [fa] sound of Dispel.
He kindled a little light in this increasingly dark world.
Beside them, the monotonous neon lights spelling out "Guesthouse" lent an absurd air to the darkness.
The sound he made was very gentle.
Hong Ni could not stay awake and fell asleep in the middle of the night. Lin Feng remained wide awake; both [Sword Heart Clarity] and [Unyielding] kept him on edge.
The atmosphere here was entirely different between the first and second halves of the night.
Certain things prowled around him.
They performed actions whose meaning was unclear.
Lin Feng did not react at all. He neither provoked them nor feared them.
In the second half of the night, the Tea Horse Road seemed to become another world.
Hoofbeats sounded constantly through the sinister mist. Horse caravans passed by, and amid their sounds, Lin Feng heard various scriptures intermingled.
One of them was even part of Daoist Ji's legacy.
Unlike Daoist Ji's legacy, this version delved deeper. Its preacher had reached a higher level, making listeners want to rise and follow along to hear more.
Anyone from Daoist Ji's lineage would probably have fallen into the trap by now.
Unfortunately, there was no higher elaboration here of what Lin Feng actually needed: "Mystic Sustenance Method: Feasting on Wind and Drinking Dew."
That left Lin Feng somewhat disappointed.
The temptations outside were not enough.
He simply sat and waited.
Lin Feng had no intention of peeking. He sat silently, and no sound could draw his attention. The pitch-black Haunted Village enveloped