At the same time, far away in another affluent area three kilometers away from the forest, Ding Chenmo quickly picked up his coat. Mr. Ding approached him and said with a stern face, "There's a mountain nearby, and judging from the direction of this yin energy, it should be hidden there. To dare cause trouble in broad daylight, the spirit must be quite old. You must be careful."
Ding Chenmo nodded, "Don't worry, Grandpa."
In the cabin on the mountain, Dao Batou blinked. His arm was still in its original position.
He angrily pulled out a knife from behind his back and shouted, "Whether you're human or ghost, I, Old Dao, kill without blinking an eye; I'm not scared of something that just frightens people."
Having said that, he walked towards Lai Bao with the knife in hand.
"Really?"
A gust of cold wind swept by, and a woman's voice rang in Dao Batou's ear as a cold hand slid from his face to his neck.