"That was just a paper figure earlier, not a real Little Ghost," Taoist Zhang finished, and Cui Peng's heart, which had just been put at ease, tightened again:
"Just a paper figure? How could something so powerful be just a paper figure? That, that Little Ghost, where is it, could it be..."
Cui Peng looked around but found no one else in the room.
At this moment, there was another knock on the door from outside.
Neither of the two moved forward, as if what was knocking on the door was an unparalleled Evil Ghost.
Taoist Zhang whispered, "Because there are nine thousand nine hundred talismans in the room, a real Evil Ghost can't get in, so it was just a paper figure earlier. Even if we didn't defeat it, it would have burned itself."
Cui Peng's body trembled uncontrollably, and he pinched his thigh hard, trying to keep himself standing still.
But the knocking sounded like some kind of summons, forcing him to walk forward and open the door.
