"Is this... a coffin?"
Heihe Daoist clenched the horsetail whisk Magic Artifact, his voice trembling, "Why... why is it so... eerie?"
Thud thud!
Thud thud!
A series of muffled knocks pulled everyone's thoughts back to reality.
Yuan Kong Monk looked dazed, as if he had seen the Buddha, continuously kowtowing.
His bald head heavily hit the stone tiles, making a dull sound, like a bell being struck.
In just an instant, his forehead was bloody and mangled, showing stark white bone.
"Giggle, giggle!"
Zhong Shenxiu heard the sound of teeth chattering.
He glanced sideways and saw Lu Jianping's face had turned pale with fear, but suddenly he gritted his teeth and shouted, "The world has righteous energy!"
Scholars possessed a scholarly aura, and if one truly understood a classic text and grasped its three essences, he could cultivate a vast and righteous energy.
Such energy, when shouted, could effortlessly deal with ordinary wicked yin ghosts.
