"Deputy Mo! Master Old! Save me quickly! There's a ghost!"
Steward Wu, upon recognizing the newcomer, especially seeing the Master Old in his Taoist robe, was overjoyed to the point of tears.
He was the Temple Master's own junior brother, with deep cultivation, far beyond the mundane magicians wandering the streets!
Overcome with joy and the instinct to survive, Wu didn't mind the pain from his scraped knees and hands. He scrambled to his feet and crawled towards Deputy Mo and Master Old.
Suddenly, an unsettling oily green light seeped from the previously pitch-black doorway.
The silhouette of the Seventeenth Concubine slowly drifted out, hovering half a foot off the ground.
Her face was as white as paper, her eyes pure black, devoid of any living spirit, only filled with a deep coldness and deathly silence. She gazed indifferently at the three in the courtyard.
