Cao Xianming raised his hand and pointed at the central building towering into the clouds:
"Have them sneak into the building and check on our vehicles in the parking garage, see whether the supplies have been cleared out... especially my iPad that loves listening to Dog-Blood Romance Story. We have to confirm whether it's still there!"
"All right."
Yang Yong found a secluded corner, sat cross-legged, and formed a hand seal.
A gate of light and shadow slowly opened before him.
With a thought, he sent the Red-Clothed Female Ghost out.
The next moment, Yang Yong closed his eyes and forcibly shared the Red-Clothed Female Ghost's vision.
Boundless darkness instantly swallowed his perception.
In the pitch-black corridor, the cold cut to the bone, and the air reeked of decay, blood, and Eerie.
Even though this was not his first time borrowing the Red-Clothed Female Ghost's vision, Yang Yong's scalp still prickled, and every hair on his body stood on end.
Through the Red-Clothed Female Ghost's eyes, he saw a presence standing nearby, giving off an extraordinarily enticing scent of flesh and blood.
Without the slightest hesitation, the Red-Clothed Female Ghost flickered and drifted toward it like a wisp of a phantom.
She rounded the corner.
A completely bare, bald head came into view.
Bright yellow monk's robes, a fat head, large ears, a face full of brutish flesh, and a scalp shiny enough to reflect a person's image-
It was a member of the Buddhist Cultivator Society!
Yet when the monk saw the Red-Clothed Female Ghost, he showed no alarm whatsoever. He did not even raise his eyelids.
Clearly, in this underground world, the Buddhist Cultivator Society had long since reached some filthy coexistence with the Eerie. He merely took her for a wandering ghost under their control.
Yang Yong