The hanging ghost reported what it had investigated as soon as it arrived. Yin Dang grabbed Lin Qianxue’s hand and, following the ghost’s lead, walked up the stairs.
The waiters from Xinglong Grand who had been hiding in the shadows didn’t dare make a sound.
They reached a room on the third floor. A talisman meant to seal spirits was pasted on the door; Yin Dang casually tore it off.
Whoosh—
The moment the talisman was torn, a breath of air blew out from the room.
Yin Dang kicked the door open without hesitation. The first thing he saw was an incense table with sacrificial offerings—meat, fruit, and the like. In the center of the table sat a gray jar about twenty centimeters tall.
The rest of the room’s walls were plastered with all kinds of wards and talismans.
“Heh—spirit-feeding
