"You guys?" The Old Woodcutter gave them a glance and scoffed.
"There have been so many monks and Taoists who couldn't subdue her, you guys are even less likely to succeed. I see that each of you has a privileged look, not suited for ghost hunting, you better go back. Once everything is over, the female ghost will naturally leave this place and stop harming people."
Su Yan knew there was more to the story as soon as he heard this.
"Uncle, it seems you know about this female ghost? Could you tell us about it?"
The Old Woodcutter took a pipe out of his bosom, stuffed it with some leaf tobacco, lit it with a flint, and took a deep drag.
The smoke rings blurred his wrinkled face.
His gaze also became misty, looking into the distance, seemingly lost in thought.
"We've heard that the female ghost is utterly wicked, not only does she absorb men's essence to cultivate herself, but she has also killed four people.
