Once Qu Zan suppressed the out-of-control Danbai, the isolation surrounding this eerie place vanished, and Qu Zan's loud roar alerted Nagarjuna Victory Temple.
Nagarjuna Victory Temple immediately dispatched Monk Soldiers to guard the surroundings and cordon off the Monks' Quarters attacked by the Vengeful Ghost.
The monks' corpses were covered in white cloth and carried out of the courtyard one after another.
The stench of rotting corpses was thick and foul.
Dozens of bodies lay on the ground beneath white cloths. The sight made people's scalps prickle and sent chills through their hearts.
Such a commotion naturally attracted the attention of the monks in the neighboring courtyards.
The monks in the other courtyards all looked over curiously.
"Every monk in that courtyard died in a single night. Dozens of people." The monks buzzed with discussion.
"What happened?"
"What else could it be? A Vengeful Ghost was at work."
"Impossible. Even somewhere like Nagarjuna Victory Temple has Vengeful Ghosts?" one monk said incredulously.
"Where is safe in this world nowadays?" another monk said quietly.
Namkha was stopped outside. He had been at the Secret Medical Institute visiting the injured Jiumo and the unconscious Gadeng.
While at the Secret Medical Institute, he heard that the courtyard housing their Corpse Camel Temple monks had been attacked by a Vengeful Ghost, and many monks had died.
Namkha and Jiumo hurried back.
They saw bodies being carried out. The rotten corpse fluids dripping from the stretchers made it clear that this had indeed been caused by an eerie power.
Jiumo had been deeply resentful about having his arm burned during the Debate. Now, seeing the bodies strewn across the ground, he secretly counted himself fortunate. *Though I suffered a loss for a time, it turned out to my benefit instead, and I survived. How impermanent