They kept talking the whole way, and it gave me a headache.

Finally, the car reached the city center, far away from that suffocating mass grave and eerie underworld.

We all felt that the heavy weight on our hearts had eased a little.

Luo Tianhe and Li Huai are carefree because they know little; ignorance is bliss. But Zhang Qingxiao and I are on edge.

I gripped the Thunderstrike Sword, vigilantly sensing my surroundings. Daoist Zhang Qingxiao also closed his eyes to rest, but kept one hand on his cloth bag.

It's almost midnight now, the time of day when yin energy is at its heaviest. We've also been exposed to the atmosphere of the mass grave and the gloomy atmosphere, making us most susceptible to attracting such things.

Especially Li Huai, who also has this kind of fate.

That's why I didn't stop them from arguing. At least a little human presence would scare away some of the little devils.

"Let's go back to the funeral home first," I said to Luo Tianhe. "The funeral home has almost everything. Let's deal with Lao Dao's situation again."

Luo Tianhe nodded and changed direction.

If Lao Dao were sent to the hospital in his current condition, it would probably scare the doctors to death.

So we could only go to the funeral home to handle it a little. They have some common medicines and other things there, which we had prepared in advance.

We parked the car in the backyard and helped Lao Dao back to this familiar room. Although it was a funeral home, it gave us a sense of peace.

Luo Tianhe and Li Huai were so exhausted they almost collapsed on the ground. My back was aching badly, so I couldn't sit on the sofa and had to find a stool to sit on.

The reason why Master Zhang Qingxiao had been resting with his eyes closed in the car was precisely for this moment. He immediately began to check on Lao Dao's condition, his expression becoming increasingly solemn.

“The life force is draining away too quickly,” he said in a deep voice. “I need to cast my spells in peace and quiet, without being disturbed.”

We nodded in agreement, and Luo Tianhe, forcing himself to stay alert, brought us water and food.

"Master, please have something to eat first."

Master Zhang Qingxiao waved his hand and went into the inner room:

"You guys eat first, I can still manage. Let's take a look at him first."

Since he insists on doing it, there's nothing we can do.

I opened a bag of bread, drank a few sips of water, and then started changing the dressing on my back.

The wound has started to bleed slowly again, and the edges are an abnormal bluish-black color, indicating that the erosion by the yin energy is still present, just not as severe as before.

I had just finished changing my dressing when the incandescent lights in the lobby suddenly started flickering without warning.

Li Huai went to the light switch and pressed it several times, but it kept flashing and making a crackling sound.

"What a damn lousy light!"

I took a deep breath and glanced into the inner room. The exorcism array that Master Zhang Qingxiao had casually set up was now emitting a faint light, which was clearly not a problem with the quality of the incandescent bulb.

The lights flickered violently a few more times, then went out completely with a soft snap.

The hall was completely swallowed by darkness, with only a sliver of light peeking through the crack in the door to the inner room.

"I'm speechless. That son of a bitch, he really knows how to pick his time!"

Luo Tianhe cursed and then began to grope around, remembering that there was a flashlight here.

Li Huai was also somewhat helpless; all he wanted to do now was to get some rest.

The temperature in the room began to drop, and in an instant it felt like an ice cave.

It seems the evil spirits we've attracted are probably not simple.

The wound on my back throbbed with pain from the sudden chill.

"Luo Tianhe, Li Huai, don't move, don't make a sound."

I said softly, gripping the lightning sword in my right hand; the blade was warm.

The sound of the lightning sword echoed in my mind:

"Master, just cut it down with one sword. Damn it, just because I'm not showing my teeth doesn't mean I'm a pushover."

I curled my lip. Right now, I'm probably seriously injured and exhausted. Do you expect me to descend from the heavens?

For now, all I need to do is guard the inner room and prevent Master Zhang Qingxiao from disturbing the process of treating Lao Dao.

Upon hearing what I said, Luo Tianhe stopped his groping and slowly retreated to the wall. Li Huai also scrambled over and moved close to Luo Tianhe.

I reached my left hand into my pocket and my fingertips touched a few coins from the Five Emperors and a half-drawn yellow talisman.

That damn bastard came at just the right time, when I was completely out of ammo and supplies!

Just as I pinched a five-emperor coin between my fingers, a sound suddenly came from the empty white wall directly in front of us.

"Tap, tap..."

The rhythm was slow, yet it carried an unsettling sense of regularity, like a tentative exploration or a counting process.

My face immediately turned extremely pale. It was a solid brick wall, and outside the wall was the backyard of the funeral home, overgrown with weeds. Further away, there was another wall, so there was no way anyone could be there.

Li Huai's breath hitched, and his eyes widened, clearly having seen something.

The knocking suddenly stopped, but the pressure didn't lessen; instead, it intensified.

Immediately afterwards, a woman's sobbing drifted in.

"Stop crying your mother's ass! Get your mourning gone, this is a funeral home, not a cemetery!"

I cursed angrily.

The crying stopped abruptly and disappeared for a moment.

Seeing that their insults were effective, Luo Tianhe and Li Huai exchanged a glance and also started cursing:

"Go cry somewhere else, or I'll kill you!"

"Your father is perfectly fine, there's no need for you to come and mourn!"

I was immediately left speechless, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Although I did say that if ghosts are fierce, then humans must be even fiercer!

But I just swore at people because I was angry.

Generally speaking, cursing can only scare away those rootless, instinctive ghosts and spirits.

The effect of something that can generate low temperatures, affect circuits, and even cause this kind of noise is limited.

I gripped the five-emperor coins tightly in my hand; their cool touch helped me concentrate a little.

The profession of cobbler involves dealing with the dead year-round, stitching up mutilated bodies, and appeasing resentment. They are extremely adept at sensing subtle changes in the yin and yang energies.

What's more, I also have the third eye.

I knew that after the crying stopped, it didn't really go away. On the contrary, a sinister aura began to slowly flow and swirl in the hall.

"Luo Tianhe, Li Huai, listen to me," I said, speaking calmly and trying to sound confident so as not to confuse them.

"We are now slowly moving back to back to the corner next to that metal cabinet, which is against a load-bearing wall. We are now facing attacks from both sides."

Luo Tianhe, face the hall, staring at the doors, windows, and that white wall.

Li Huai, face the wall and ceiling behind us.

Without hesitation, the two of them immediately began to work. The three of us, back to back, moved clumsily to a corner of the room.

I had barely steadied myself when the woman's crying started again.

It seemed to be ringing out right in front of us.

Almost simultaneously, I caught a glimpse of blood slowly spreading across the glass of the window on the east side.

It was as if someone was pressing their blood-stained hand against the glass and peering inside.