"Is it over?"
A single breath had dissipated Incense Master Zheng. The surrounding yin qi finally faded, and everything returned to calm.
At this moment, Hu Ma reverted to being the little shopkeeper at the Red Lantern Society Manor, the experience feeling somewhat surreal.
Looking down, he saw only an extinguished brazier at his feet, incense burned down to two short sticks and one long one, some scattered rice, a yin bone jade pressed upon the rice, a few tattered straw men bearing many tears, and… a seemingly insignificant old tree stump.
Was it truly with just these few items that they had managed to kill the green-clothed evil ghost—a Great Evil Spirit that had wreaked havoc in Mingzhou Prefecture for decades, occupied numerous blood food mines, cultivated hundreds of followers, and could even contend with the Red Lantern Lady?
…And they had even incidentally dealt with an Incense Master from the Red Lantern Society.
