with the underworld," my brother speculated.I don't think it's that simple. A lot of people died in my family before I was born, probably as revenge from the Ghost King. My great-grandfather always...I was a little taken aback for a moment.

Just now, that overwhelming oppressive feeling from the sinister wind was too intense. I could feel a hint of it through the crack in the door, and it almost made me suffocate.

How could things suddenly turn so stormy

And the service staff at the door didn't seem to feel it at all

Mu Wanchen's gaze burned into me. Seeing that I didn't answer, he immediately turned around, closed the door, and walked over to me with the waiter.

After I opened the door, I stepped back to let him in.

He slammed the door shut and pulled me into his arms, whispering, "…We're not here to play, little Lu'er. Anything could happen. You have to be careful, on guard. If anything strange occurs, don't panic. I'm here."

"...Okay." I nodded, raising my hand to rub my face.

Actually, I'm almost used to the eerie chills, but I've never encountered such a domineering and chilling aura.

Generally speaking, ghosts and evil spirits are yin things and wouldn't brazenly cause trouble. They mostly lurk in dark corners, waiting for an opportunity to devour yang energy and thus achieve their goals.

But just now, this gust of ominous wind was powerful and swift, sweeping quickly across the corridor, leaving me momentarily stunned and unable to react.

"Did you feel it just now" Mu Wanchen pursued.

I nodded and said, "Of course! Such a strong gust of Yin wind feels like it's suddenly sweeping away all the Yang energy outside... Why is that waiter okay Wouldn't an ordinary person faint if they were hit by this Yin energy"

"...That's because it's not an ordinary... thing. I estimate that it is—" Mu Wanchen frowned deeply, and stopped his words.

He raised his hand in a gesture to silence.

Well, some things don't need to be said too plainly. Perhaps there are ears and eyes around after all.

Mu Wanchen suddenly reached out and hugged me, his lips pressed against mine, a kiss that was intensely intimate and tangled.

He whispered in a low, airy voice between his teeth: “The other party’s target is either you or me. We should act like cicadas and lure the mantises to us. Mu Yunfan and the others shouldn't expose themselves, waiting for an opportunity to clean up afterwards.”

"Mmm... Mmm..." I tried to nod, but all that came out were ambiguous sounds.

Mu Wanchen smiled, "Little Princess Consort, you mustn't panic. If you get too nervous, you'll forget how to maneuver and escape. You must try your best to follow me, or at least protect yourself... Here are some things for you."

He gave me some talismans he carried himself.

"What do you want me to do, I can't read the runes!"

"They're all the same in essence, I teach you, one unlocks all. The Taoist talismans, spells, incantations, and hand gestures have a pattern to follow, witches do too." He patiently pulled me along, wanting me to learn.

I hate studying the most.

But this is a life-saving thing, you have to learn it.

Mu Wanchen saw me pouting, and smiled: "Don't look so reluctant, Little Princess Consort. This matter concerns your own safety. Pouting and acting cute won't work, you have to learn."

"Okay... you teach me the simple ones, the hard ones I'm afraid I won't remember..."

Shamans seem to be taught master-apprentice, passed down orally, and not deliberately recorded.

Therefore, when choosing a disciple, one must choose someone who is incredibly intelligent, as if they have been struck by lightning.

I suspect Mu Wanchen is the kind of disciple who has photographic memory, eidetic recall, exceptional talent, learns things instantly, and possesses such intelligence that it's almost enviable.

"You're all passed down through generations, wouldn't it be possible that a divine king made a mistake somewhere along the line, leading to errors" I knelt by the bed, sorting through the talismans he had given me one by one, looking up at him.

Mu Wanchen looked at me with gentle eyes, not minding that I was a rather clumsy and unmotivated apprentice.

"You'll know when it comes to using the techniques, and the secret disciples are raised alongside me from a young age, practically never leaving my side. They've seen everything." He said calmly.

Then you lived with your master since you were young

"Well, Master..." Mu Wanchen frowned slightly: "Everything is fine. The dimension accepting the Corpse Refiner into the sect's door seems to me... I can't understand it. In my view, this matter is the beginning of all future troubles."

Huh This long

For many years, those who practiced necromancy were just a small group seeking refuge. Since there were many people within the sect with extraordinary spells, they weren't particularly shunned... But what no one expected was that the mastermind behind the necromancers was an incredibly wicked and ambitious woman.

How is this woman now

“She survived through soul-drawing magic, her last identity was Mrs. Situ, who should have been eliminated… Evil magic can still be countered, but evil thoughts and schemes are always difficult to defend against.” Mu Wanchen frowned: “The cultivators of necromancy have flourished for three or four generations in the magical realm, with a considerable population. But Master said their descendants, out of fear and torment, carry resentment from their mother’s womb, leaving only evil… This reminds me of the Dragon King, who rules over distant mountains and forests, and I don’t know how many people he has ensnared and controlled. We must be careful, Little Luo’er, you must also have self-preservation skills.”

"But... I just learned this on the fly... Is it any good"

"These are the talismans I drew, imbued with my spiritual energy. As long as you can activate them, that's enough. I don't ask for you to be incredibly powerful and instantly decisive; just buy us some time, create a chance for survival."

Well, well, that's terrifying. I feel like I'm going into battle.

The eerie wind that just passed down the hallway wasn't a coincidence. There must be a nest of evil spirits within this luxurious building, and we—

Before Mu Wanchen could finish his words, he suddenly raised his head and looked out the window.

The floor-to-ceiling windows offered a breathtaking view of a dazzling cityscape. However, a pair of gray and hazy hands pressed against the glass from outside.

"...Ah!!" I jumped onto the bed in fright, covering my mouth with both hands to stop myself from screaming.

Those hands hung in the night sky outside the window, two palms pressed against the glass. No other limbs were visible, only these two hands.

Mu Wanchen raised his hand to press against my shoulder, whispering, "This is a scout..."

"A scout Come to gather information"

"...Yes, our room is already surrounded by a barrier. Nearby evil spirits will reveal their forms. This thing didn't touch the window in other parts, so you can't see... Something came over so quickly, did you already get targeted" Mu Wanchen frowned.

"Well... what are we going to do" I asked, my voice trembling with nervousness.

"Don't be afraid, Mu Xiaoqiao will be here soon. She is waiting for her master to return and open the door to bring her over. You stay in the room and take good care of yourself. I'll go with this fellow to have a look—"

As soon as he finished speaking, the hands outside began to withdraw, like a spy peering around, disappearing quietly if they couldn't get any information.

Mu Wanchen raised his hand and pinched a formula to summon the Soul-Binding, which appeared on the back of his hand. The silk it exhaled spread out through the small gap in the air window, and should have stuck to that scout's body.

"Don't be afraid, I'll be back soon."ng that no pilgrims have come. I wonder what he's thinking.'""The villagers are all complaining that without Dinggu Temple to attract tourists, their livelihoods are being affected.""These bald monks...