Meanwhile.
Jiang Chen and the others were heading toward an old house.
Along the way, they had dealt with several Paranormal Incidents, sending one household of eerie villagers after another off to meet the King of Hell.
With strength in numbers, plus his endless supply of ghost-exorcising schemes.
The group had suffered virtually no casualties. The only mishap had been when a female ghost clawed Yang Chan's chest, turning a large patch of skin blue and purple.
Jiang Chen had easily dispelled the curse for her with his Demonic Power.
The only real pity was that she had rejected his offer to suck out the ghost poison, imitating the way people sucked out snake venom in martial arts dramas.
After that incident, however, Jiang Chen stopped calling her little Yang Chan. He felt that he had been looking at her through a crack in the door before, underestimating her.
Some people appeared unremarkable on the surface, but actually possessed immense talents and impressive depths in their chests.
Along the way.
The headless old man came to harass them twice more, and Jiang Chen drove him away with a head both times.
He also discovered a Martial Sect Disciple trailing them with ill intent, and took care of him with a little maneuvering.
As for whether there had been any misunderstanding.
Jiang Chen thought not.
The man had followed them the entire way, believing himself well concealed, but Jiang Chen's beastlike instincts had actually picked up every venomous look.
He indeed had yet to take any concrete action.
But that was like someone sneaking up behind you with a knife. Surely he wasn't secretly trying to help shave your legs?
Or did you have to wait until the knife plunged into your chest.
With conclusive evidence.
Before you could fight back?