Outside the log cabin, ghosts are still wandering, sometimes bloody hands touching the windows and looking at the numbness of the scalp. If it hadn't been for the fact that the cabin was blocked by many taoists, I'm afraid I would have died.

As Ah Tian watched the seeping scene, he quickly asked me, "You are a Taoist monk. There must be some way to get rid of ghosts. Tell me what to do."

I said without thinking, "If we can sprinkle a lot of black dog blood or glutinous rice outside, we can be safe."

"Sounds good. Where are we going to get this now?" Asked A Tian.

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