Linghu Lan left the woman's house, intending to hail a taxi at the intersection. She had an idea in her mind that she urgently needed to verify when she returned home.
It's completely dark now.
The overwhelming darkness enveloped Linghu Lan. She waited for nearly half an hour, but not a single car passed by, and she couldn't help but feel suspicious.
When she followed the woman here, this street was not exactly bustling with traffic, but it was a fairly popular area. However, it was now eerily quiet. This was very unusual. She had been preoccupied with her own thoughts and hadn't paid attention to her surroundings. Now that she realized what was going on, she quickly noticed that something was wrong.
Is it Mo Tang?
Her clear eyes stared into the darkness, where nothing had changed except for the dim light of the streetlights, silent as gold.
Linghu Lan quickly realized that it was not Mo Tang.
A tinkling sound came from the darkness, a rhythmic sound, tinkling... tinkling... tinkling... repeating every ten seconds.
Linghu Lan stared silently into the darkness. The voice seemed to come near and far. When it came near, it seemed to be just a few steps away from Linghu Lan's side. When it came far away, it seemed to be in a very distant place, never to be reached.
Linghu Lan remained calm and composed, showing no sign of panic.
Suddenly, she felt a gust of wind beside her ear, and a chilling voice entered her ears: "Living eyes, dead corpses, ghostly cats, faceless wives, lay Buddhist, how many of these have you seen?"
Linghu Lan turned around abruptly, and a face was almost touching hers behind her. Her cold eyes narrowed slightly, and she threw a punch. The other person's figure was elusive, and he dodged to the side in an instant.
Linghu Lan then realized that the other party was actually a Taoist priest who was staring at her with cold eyes. Linghu Lan's first thought was that he was Chunyu Xunfeng's sect, Wandao Mountain.
Taoist priests have traditionally been divided into two types: one is the legitimate Taoist priest, who must abide by the rules and practice rigorously, and cannot marry or have children. The other type learns Taoist magic, dresses as a Taoist priest in daily life, but can actually marry and have children, just like ordinary people.
The Taoists of Wandao Mountain belong to the second type. Because their ancestors' exorcism techniques were passed down from a highly respected Taoist, they dressed as Taoists to remember their master's kindness. Over the generations, this became a customary practice.
The entire Wandao Mountain is actually a large family headed by the Chunyu clan, with several other clans also involved. They are all related to each other and are closely connected.
Linghu Lan chuckled, "Playing tricks!"
The Taoist priest gave a cold laugh and remained silent.
As soon as Linghu Lan finished speaking, she heard a rhythmic and melodious tinkling sound coming from the darkness not far away. It was sometimes near and sometimes far, sometimes close as if it were right next to her ear, and sometimes far as if it were in the distant mountains.
The difference this time was that the clanging sound was noticeably faster than the last time. If the last time it was a repeating rhythm of about ten seconds, this time it was about an eight-second rhythm.
Linghu Lan glanced at the Taoist priest, then calmly turned her gaze into the darkness. She slowly closed her eyes, and soon a sinister voice whispered in her ear, "Living eyes, dead corpses, ghostly cats, faceless wives—this layman, how many of these have you seen?"
This time, Linghu Lan didn't open her eyes. She used a groin kick to strike behind her, and after calculating the direction her opponent would flee, she threw a punch.
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