Rematch with the Old Daoist

"Swoosh~"

A blood-red light streaked across the sky like a meteor and finally stopped above a village.

This was the same village where Zhang Chen had taken shelter from the rain previously, but now it was in ruins and desolate. The corpses were devoured by wild beasts, and they could be seen everywhere.

After killing the female ghost that night, the old Daoist priest came the next evening.

In other words, the place where the old Daoist was located was within a day's flying range.

"I wonder if that old Daoist priest is still nearby after three years."

After pondering for a moment in the sky above the village, Zhang Chen spread his divine sense and randomly chose a direction to fly in.

It was a gloomy Daoist temple not far away, with white paper lanterns hanging from the ceiling. They swayed unsteadily in the wind, as if beckoning to people.