Zhuang Xun slapped his thigh, "I knew your sneaking into the ancestral hall at night had a deeper meaning, and it was just as I thought!"
He Wangyao asked, still confused, "What's wrong with my dream? Isn't it more than just a dream? Could there really be something behind that window?"
He was so scared he was about to cry. "Wait, I remember now! In my dream, a companion told me that the things inside would eat us all!"
If that wasn't just a dream, was he being targeted by something?
Even that Taoist priest fell victim to the spell and died suddenly at home, how could I possibly escape it?
Mingzhuo said to Pei Di, who was still out of it, "This is crucial information, write it down quickly."
He Wangyao suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "Boss, you still have the mood to tease me, so that thing isn't that scary. At least it can't beat you."
The thought of the fear and despair he felt in his dream made his heart pound with anxiety.
What nonsense are you trying to scare me with? I'll beat you to a pulp, you little brat!
Mingzhuo: "That thing is very evil, don't let your guard down."
She noticed something was amiss yesterday; there were problems in several places in the village.
The crux of the problem mostly lies in the ancestral hall, which is why he took He Wangyao, whom the ghosts saw as a piece of Tang Sanzang's flesh, for a tour.
The thing had gone into hiding and wouldn't be easily fooled, so she threw away the incense, candles, offerings, and incense burner.
Who cares what's causing this? She's determined to overturn everyone's rice bowls so no one can eat in peace.
She wrote palm-shaped symbols on each of them, saying, "Help each other out in case of problems, and try not to be alone, as the village is not safe."
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