In the rear courtyard, Qi Zhongbin was still swinging his sword with all his might when he suddenly snapped back to his senses.
"Hm?"
Qi Zhongbin froze. Where were those great hordes of paper figures and horses?
Instead, the little paper figures around him had been soaked by the rain. Some lay plastered to the ground, while others seemed to be struggling still.
Qi Zhongbin understood at once. The evil presence had never entered-he had fallen under Illusion Magic! He had been fighting himself all along!
Oh no, the incense ash!
He was about to rush over to check when something else struck him. He looked up at the sky, where a bright moon now hung amid glittering stars.
The rain had stopped?
Even the dark clouds had dispersed?
Only then did Qi Zhongbin belatedly notice that the sinister aura around him had vanished without a trace. It was as though, in his mind, everything around him felt a little warmer.
In the front hall, Granny Yu's heart had settled too. It was a peculiar sensation, a feeling that something foul had dissolved away.
The Mo Household's old madam glanced at Master Mo, who rose to his feet.
"Granny Yu?"
Master Mo stood and called to her.
As far as everyone in the hall could tell, Granny Yu had suddenly rushed to the door in great agitation, then stood there in a daze.
Many were still eating, and one of the household servants joked.
"Granny Yu probably needs the privy!"
"Watch your tongue!"
Master Mo glared at the servant, who hastily covered his mouth.
Granny Yu glanced back, then opened the door.
The rain outside had stopped. Moonlight illuminated everything clearly, and puddles lay scattered across the courtyard's damp paving stones.
The Illusion Magic just now had been terrifying. Though