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"Those two monks had shifty eyes, and they kept glancing in our direction. They didn't look like kind people at all."

"Everyone, stay alert and take turns keeping watch tonight. As soon as it's light, we'll set off immediately..."

While giving a stern warning to everyone, Ma Dao kept a watchful eye on the fat and thin monks who were frequently peeking in their direction from not far away, his expression wary.

After a brief discussion in hushed tones, the group quickly decided on the people to take turns keeping watch.

Fang Chang was just traveling along the way; he wasn't part of the escort team, and besides, he was a martial artist.

The tedious and arduous task of keeping watch was something he would never be assigned to.

Fang Chang, having nothing to do, didn't say much upon seeing the situation. He casually picked up some usable firewood from the dilapidated temple and built a bonfire.

The firelight flickered and crackled, spreading warmth slowly and dispelling the damp chill of the surroundings.

After a long and arduous journey, the镖师 (bodyguards/escorts) finally got a moment's rest, and they all took out their dry rations to quickly recover their strength.

Ma Dao reached into his baggage, intending to pull out a wine flask to warm himself.

But when I touched it, I found nothing.

"Huh?" Ma Dao scratched his head, wondering to himself, "I clearly packed the wine before I left, so how come it's gone?"

Just then, he suddenly caught sight of his daughter, who quietly moved closer to Fang Chang.

"Young Master Fang, it's freezing cold. Have some wine to warm yourself up."

"This is a medicinal wine that my father specially consulted a doctor to prepare. It contains a lot of tonics, and drinking it can prevent you from catching a cold."

When facing Fang Chang, Ma Duxiu unconsciously softened his tone and spoke gently.

Before Fang Chang could respond, she shoved a wine jug into his arms.

Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she hurriedly got up and walked away, afraid that staying any longer would disturb Fang Chang's rest.

saber:"……"

Good heavens, is this still the same Xiuer who knows nothing about needlework and only loves to fight?

Normally, his Xiuer is very outgoing and carefree. When she is not talking or showing her face, no one would think of her as a girl.

When did my rough-around-the-edges daughter develop such a shy, girlish demeanor?

In just one night, how did his sweet little girl start to leak air and turn her elbow outwards?

Desperate to have no more wine, Ma Dao decided to turn a blind eye and rest against the wall.

Fang Chang, holding the wine pot, chuckled to himself.

Not wanting to offend the young lady, he symbolically took a few sips.

This wine is powerful!

The burning sensation felt like a knife, sliding down from my throat to my abdomen.

Fang Chang's muscles and bones were injured, and his qi and blood were depleted, so his hands and feet were already cold.

But after taking that sip of wine, my body warmed up again.

His eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but drink a few more sips until he felt the effects of the alcohol, at which point he stopped.

"Before my bones and muscles have fully healed, it seems I should prepare some medicinal wine. This stuff seems quite beneficial for restoring my energy and blood..."

Fang Chang leaned against the corner of the wall, pondering to himself.

Perhaps it was the effects of the alcohol, or perhaps it was the fatigue from days of travel, but drowsiness quickly overwhelmed him, and he gradually closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The group inside the dilapidated temple were exhausted. After finishing their dry rations, they yawned and fell into a deep sleep, leaving only two bodyguards to keep watch at night.

Seeing that Fang Chang was fast asleep, the two monks breathed a sigh of relief and closed their eyes for a short rest.

However, what no one noticed was...

The black coffin that the bodyguards had painstakingly escorted was now emitting a faint, almost invisible wisp of smoke from the cracks in its lid.

The release of smoke attracted the attention of some being in this desolate wilderness.

A thick, inky darkness silently enveloped the dilapidated temple, instantly making it impossible to see anything outside.

The two bodyguards on night watch felt dizzy, their eyelids drooped, and they fell into a deep sleep without realizing it.

"Thump thump... thump thump..."

A series of chaotic and strange noises approached the dilapidated temple from afar.

As the sound grew closer, the brood of chicks that the fat and thin monks hadn't finished eating seemed to sense something.

They became restless and started chattering incessantly.

Strangely, despite the commotion, everyone inside the temple remained completely unaware and continued to sleep soundly.

Only Fang Chang's ears twitched slightly, and he instantly sensed something was wrong, snapping back to reality.

As a trained assassin trained by the Third Night Guard since childhood, he could remain highly vigilant and alert even while sleeping.

Even the slightest, unusual rustling of wind is enough to wake him instantly.

Such an obvious noise naturally did not escape his ears.

"What's that commotion? Was it those two drunken monks causing trouble?"

Fang Chang frowned and quietly opened his eyes.

However, what I found was shocking!

Suddenly, five terrifying ghostly figures appeared silently inside the dilapidated temple.

Judging from its appearance, calling it a person is really a stretch.

They were pitch black, unkempt, with wrinkled and shriveled skin, looking at first glance like withered old people on their deathbed.

But his face was completely empty except for a wide-open mouth.

It was neither human nor human, and extremely bizarre.

Its appearance alone evokes a sense of inexplicable fear.

Among these five ghostly figures, one was particularly different...

Its face not only has a mouth, but also an enormous eyeball covered with blood vessels, making it look ferocious and terrifying.

"This is……"

Fang Chang stared intently at the five ghostly figures, then suddenly remembered something.

In the original owner's memory, there was an ancient book called "Shanhe Jing" at midnight.

It records various demons, evil spirits, mythical creatures, and monsters, which are quite similar to the Classic of Mountains and Seas he read in his previous life.

The appearance of the five ghostly figures before them closely matched that of a type of evil spirit called the Five Strange Ghosts in the Classic of Mountains and Rivers.

The Five Strange Ghosts often appear during years of plague and famine, inseparable from each other, advancing and retreating together.

Four of the ghosts are eyeless, while the only ghost has one eye.

The ghosts borrowed his eyes to see, and he was called "Master One-Eyed Five-Pointer".

If one ghost smells it, the person will fall ill; if five ghosts smell it together, the person will die.

"How strange! How could this dilapidated temple in the middle of nowhere have attracted the One-Eyed Five-Faced Master?"

Logically speaking, such evil spirits should only appear in places ravaged by plague.

Fang Chang's heart sank.

Demons, evil spirits, and mythical creatures are all extremely bizarre things.

Martial artists can deal with demons and even monsters, but they usually cannot harm evil spirits.

This is because evil spirits are mostly tangible but intangible, and many cannot even be killed.

Encountering evil spirits here doesn't seem like a good thing at all...

Just as Fang Chang was pondering a countermeasure, the five ghostly figures moved.

Four eyeless ghostly figures, like zombies, linked arms and leaped in a neat row, the first to bound for the saber.

Ma Dao was fast asleep, snoring softly, completely unaware of what was happening.

The four demons grinned, ready to take a deep sniff and absorb the man's life essence.

But the one-eyed evil spirit suddenly spoke, its voice hoarse and piercing:

"This person should not eat..."