"Night Watchman!"
"He's here too?"
Gao Ming and Fu Shu spoke at the same time. Both remembered the Old Night Watchman vividly.
"Don't clash with the Night Watchman for now. That old fellow is the town's last Night Watchman, and he's ridiculously powerful. When it really matters, he can even summon his ancestors." Fu Shu lowered his head, not daring to stare too long at the incense sticks above the Night Watchman's head, as though afraid something might notice him.
"Mm." Gao Ming had always felt that the Night Watchman was different from the town's other useful gods. His reason for going to the Nine-Story Spirit Shrine was probably different too. "If things reach the worst possible point, making the Night Watchman an unspeakable wouldn't be a bad choice."
"Don't get any ideas. This is life or death now. The power of an unspeakable is only reassuring when you hold it firmly in your own hands. No one else can be trusted." Fu Shu had staked everything on Gao Ming. He was still counting on Gao Ming to take him out of Dreamfold Town.
As more and more ghost gods arrived near the Nine-Story Spirit Shrine, conflict inevitably broke out. Gao Ming had no idea who struck first. All he saw was two enormous Stone Lions knocking over the Paper People carrying the white sedan chair, making the Taboo God's spirit tablet sway.
The taboo gods controlled powers associated with death and forbidden things, yet the paper money drifting down from the sky deliberately avoided them. Lord Tang had now seized all the funeral money burned for the dead throughout the town.
This was no longer about saving face. Lord Tang's greed was aimed squarely at the three remaining taboo gods. However mild their tempers, they would never choose to