Qu Zan opened Indra's Eye and looked through his surroundings.
He discovered that the man and woman were indeed the two performers from the opera troupe.
The man was handsome and refined, with a pair of peach-blossom eyes. The woman's face was coated in snow-white powder, which looked extremely frightening at night.
The man shook a bronze bell, and the woman beat a Reba drum. They danced with frenzied steps.
"Snowy mountains form the walls, cold ravines the gates. Wandering tsen spirits, mem among the trees, hear my prayer. Bell cords bind illusions, the drumhead bears-" They sang as they danced, their singing strange and grating, giving off wisps of ghost resonance.
"Their bell and drum are no ordinary objects. They seem capable of stirring certain evil things and spirits!"
Qu Zan sensed a change in the surrounding atmosphere. An ominous, chilling presence filled the air.
As the two danced, the man sensed something extra on his body.
The woman suddenly started and cried, "Phuntsok, why have those things appeared on you?"
Dark, uncanny severed hands had appeared on the peach-blossom-eyed man and were crawling over his body.
The man called Phuntsok was abruptly startled, but the bronze bell in his hand did not slow in the slightest.
"Never mind that," Phuntsok said resolutely.
Qu Zan sent ghost hands crawling all over their bodies, seizing them both. The ghost hands linked together like shackles, restraining their movements.
Their movements stopped, but they were still resisting the ghost hands. Both had mortal bodies, however, and could not contend with the ghost hands' power at all.
Sweat poured from them. Qu Zan exerted a little force through the ghost hands, and both instantly passed out.
In the next instant, all movement from them ceased, leaving them like rigid corpses.
Then they came