Ma Jingtian shivered, feeling an overwhelming killing aura emanating from Little Boss.
In contrast, beside Xin Lin was Silly Chu, who was oblivious to the impending quarrel at the Chu Mansion. Along the way, he gleefully pulled along his beloved daughter, eliciting blushing giggles from the young women and ladies they passed.
"Little Boss, have you encountered evil spirits? Taoists and monks are of no help; if you have some connections, you could try inviting a Holy Monk from Taichang Temple. It is said that a Holy Monk is formidable, capable of exorcising demons with just a few chants."
Ma Jingtian spoke with feigned profundity.
No, that's not right, Xin Lin thought. Having learned Ghost Power from the Pride Corpse, she worried that the so-called Holy Monk from Taichang Temple might exorcise her too.
Xin Lin snorted, and the trio had already reached the front gate of the Chu Mansion.
