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Chapter 1233: 1233 Chapter 1233: 1233 Xiao Yuchuan hastily interjected, “The ‘Taoist priest’ is a distinguished guest invited by the Xiao Family.
If you are seeking ‘him,’ we can talk about it another day.” There wouldn’t even be a ghost shadow to be found by then.
Su Qingyue also said, “Tonight, this Taoist priest is here to capture a resentful ghost.
If you keep pestering, aren’t you afraid that the resentful ghost will cling to you?”
With that said, everyone backed away to the door.
Some of the more timid ones quietly left, but there were still some who were bold enough to want to see how the Taoist priest would capture the ghost.
Su Qingyue glanced at the moon in the sky.
To be honest, as a modern person, she really didn’t have the same knack as ancient people for looking up at the sky and knowing the time; it took her a good while to learn how to estimate the time by looking at the sky’s color after arriving in ancient times.
“During the daytime, this Taoist priest used talisman paper to expel evil spirits from the courtyard.
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Now that night has fallen, it is time to catch the ghost.
Otherwise, by midnight, which is the most Yin hour, the vengeance of the fierce ghost will only grow stronger.” Su Qingyue walked behind the table, mumbling to herself, waving a peach wood sword through several acts, and then threw a handful of powder onto the incense burner on the table, which immediately ignited, “Purify the body, purify the residence, purify the soul, purify ghosts…
Ghostly spirits, show yourselves speedily, let it be as fast as the command!”
“Hehehehe…
hehehehe…” The mournful cries of the fierce ghost suddenly resounded throughout the abandoned house.
The crowd was scared and wanted to flee.
Suddenly, a gust of cold wind slammed the door shut.
The crowd turned pale with fear and huddled together by the door, trembling.
“You nosy Taoist priest, who asked you to meddle!” The ghastly voice of the ghost suddenly grew angry, “All of you people, I want you all dead!”
“Fierce ghost, with this Taoist priest here, stop your evil doings!” Su Qingyue suddenly leapt onto the table, somersaulted, and soared into the air, wielding the peach wood sword, arching back, dodging…
Every move seemed to be sparring with a ghostly spirit invisible to the onlookers.
The onlookers’ hearts were in their throats.
There were about a dozen people.
With sword in hand, Su Qingyue froze in a pose and then abruptly ceased moving.
Someone whispered, “Why isn’t the Taoist priest fighting anymore?”
“Shh, don’t make a noise, or else you’ll be possessed by a ghost, which isn’t good.” Someone else chimed in, and immediately everyone dare not even breathe loudly.
Suddenly, a green-faced ghost with fangs descended from the sky silently and landed behind the ‘Wutian Daoist.’
Some of the more timid onlookers fainted with fright, while the rest were shaking all over.
The red-clothed fierce ghost stretched out its claws, preparing to sneak attack the Taoist priest from behind and strangle ‘him,’ unaware that the Taoist priest had pierced the ghost’s body with a talisman-charged peach wood sword.