The glowing river surface, the kowtowing old woman...
An eerie feeling lingered in the pitch-black snowy night.
An Evil Ghost?
No, it should be some kind of spirit about to vanish, seeming repulsive but unable to manifest before people.
At the very least, the old boatman beside him kept craning his neck, only seeing the faint glimmer on the lake surface, completely unaware of the bizarre old woman.
"True... True Man, is it a treasure?"
The old boatman licked his lips, his eyes shining.
Zhang Kui chuckled, "Have you not considered it might be an evil spirit?"
"True Man might not know..."
The old boatman rubbed his hands and sniffed, "We're still in Lai State, and there's a Chongming Temple on the mountain nearby. The abbot Hong Yuan possesses profound mana, protecting this area for decades without any disturbance from evil spirits."
"I see..."
Zhang Kui stroked his chin, deep in thought.
