Chapter 339: Flip the Table! Charge In! Ghost Slave!
A normal person, upon stumbling into something like a ghost wedding or a ghost town, would inevitably end up with their heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys eaten by these evil spirits, dying a miserable, unnatural death.
Compared to that, Old Daoist Huang’s approach was already considered very cautious: hold back, stay low, blend into this boisterous wedding banquet as much as possible, and wait for an opening.
Plenty of ghost stories were written exactly like this.
“Daoist Li, once night falls, yin will reach its extreme and give rise to a trace of yang. That will be our best chance to escape!” Old Daoist Huang whispered mysteriously.
Meanwhile, Guo Wei looked visibly tense. He was nothing more than a third-rate vagabond with chaotic qi and blood. When encountering something like this, he was basically a walking offering.
“What if the ghosts become fiercer after nightfall?” Li Yanchu asked.
“Don’t worry, Daoist Li. I am a true disciple of the Divine Heavens Sect. I still have a few trump cards hidden up my sleeve.”
Old Daoist Huang pulled out two talisman papers from his robe and handed them over.
Divine Heavens Sect... The corner of Li Yanchu’s mouth twitched slightly. Most likely self-proclaimed.
Still, as someone who also came from a rundown temple and endured bitter cultivation, Li Yanchu’s face revealed no trace of disdain. He discreetly swept a glance at the villagers of Yang Family Town around them.
“Ever heard the saying ‘ghosts are sly, you can’t trick them’? I’m afraid your scheme won’t slip past these villagers’ ghostly eyes.”
When they heard this, Old Daoist Huang’s hand trembled uncontrollably, and Guo Wei’s expression turned even darker. The truth was, their survival so far in this ghost town wasn’t thanks to any skill, but pure chance.