When it comes to ghost hunting, they have their own methods.
Wan Yu, along with a group of junior disciples, was laying out talismans and drawing some strange patterns on the ground.
Then, he took out a red thread and buried it in the ground.
The group was highly skilled, preparing everything within ten minutes.
Next, they just had to wait for Mo Lin to take the bait.
Mo Lin had caught a nightmare-level ghost and was preparing to leave with Feng Mingyu.
They hadn't even reached the parking spot.
Suddenly, a group of people in Daoist robes rushed out.
As they got closer, they recognized the faces of the group Mo Lin had encountered at the Qi Daoist Temple earlier.
Leading them was Wan Yu.
Wan Yu held a wooden sword in his right hand and talismans in his left, muttering something to himself.
It reminded Mo Lin of scenes from old Jiushu movies with Daoists.
"Make a move!"
Wan Yu snorted coldly.
All around, the junior disciples sprang into action.
The four formed a team.
