The Unremarkable Little Taoist Master

At that moment, my phone suddenly chimed. I quickly picked it up.

It turned out to be a message from the old daoist priest; he was probably asking about work.

However, as I looked at the message on the screen, cold sweat began to drip down from my forehead.

The text read, “Where have you been these days? Why can’t I find you?”

The thought of the old daoist priest I had been with these days made my scalp tingle.

Who exactly was Huang-Ge? Was I being haunted by something strange again?

The more I thought about it, the more frightened I became. Suddenly, I heard a sound of knocking on the wall, followed by the lights in the room flickering.

My door creaked open, and a shadowy figure slowly approached me.

I screamed and desperately backed away, only stopping when I hit the wall.

The shadow gradually revealed its true form: one side had a human face, while the other side was a mass of dark energy.

It flashed a cruel smile at me and said, “You should give your body to me.”

After saying that, its eyes shone with greedy light as it lunged toward me.

I hurriedly pulled out the red silk ribbon from my pocket, hoping it was as effective as the old man claimed.

The shadow suddenly let out a strange scream, unwillingly saying, “You filthy daoist, you really are seeking death.”

After that, it seemed to realize it couldn’t attack me anymore. It shot me a fierce glare and vanished into thin air.

Gradually, everything returned to normal, leaving me standing there, pale, clutching the red silk ribbon tightly.

Just then, I heard the sound of high heels coming from the corridor, and my expression grew even darker.

What, is it not enough to try and kill me tonight? Anger filled my heart.

Then, an old voice called out, “Are you there? You little brat?”

Hmm? The voice sounded like the old daoist priest’s. I hurriedly found my voice and said I was here.

But then I suddenly stopped and pulled out the bronze mirror from my pocket.

I began to ponder quietly, determined to figure out whether the one who came was the real old daoist priest or that evil spirit.

The old daoist priest slowly walked in, and I discreetly glanced at him through the bronze mirror I held. Seeing nothing unusual in the reflection, I finally relaxed.

Noticing how pale I looked, the old daoist priest asked, somewhat puzzled, “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

I shook my head and calmly responded, “I’m fine. Why did you come?”

His expression soured upon hearing my words, and he coldly replied, “Oh? Are you hiding something from me?”

I hurriedly shook my head and said, “How could I dare to do that?”

Inside, I couldn’t help but let out a helpless chuckle; this old man was truly difficult to deal with.

Suddenly, the old daoist priest seemed to remember something and said, “By the way, where have you been these past two days? I couldn’t find you, and you weren’t answering your phone.”

Hearing his words made me feel tense again, and I stammered, “I’ve been at the temple.”

After a good amount of explanation, the old daoist priest finally seemed to believe me.

He suddenly fixed his gaze on me and asked, “You aren’t hiding anything from me, are you?”

I felt a headache coming on and quickly shook my head, insisting I wasn’t.

The old daoist then shifted the conversation, saying, “I have something to deal with tomorrow. Why don’t you come with me?”

I nearly choked on my own saliva at his words, then forced a bitter smile and said, “You should go alone; I think I’d rather not.”

Unfortunately, the old daoist was very insistent. He looked at me sternly and said, “No, you must go.”

His determination gave me a headache, and with no other options, I had to agree to go with him.

Seeing my compliance, a lascivious smile appeared on his face, and he said, “Then I’ll call you in the morning.”

After that, he turned and left, leaving me standing there in stunned silence.

What kind of situation is this? I sighed helplessly after he walked away.

The police want me to go help them with their case? What can I possibly do?

Sighing again in resignation, I forced myself not to think about it anymore. I placed the red silk ribbon under my pillow and gradually fell asleep.

The next morning, a series of urgent phone rings jolted me awake. I impatiently answered the call.

On the other end, the old daoist priest’s voice came through, “You need to come to the ancient city quickly.”

Hearing the urgency in his tone, I felt a stab of anxiety-something must have happened.

I hurriedly got dressed, quickly washed up, and made my way to the ancient city.

As soon as I got out of the car, I saw a crowd tightly surrounding an area ahead. I squeezed my way through the throng until I finally reached the front.

To my shock, I found a group of police officers completely filling an apartment building, each one standing as if preparing for battle inside the cordoned-off area.

I quickly tried to move closer, but just as I reached the edge of the police line, two officers blocked my path.

They looked me up and down and said, “Who are you? Didn’t you know entry is prohibited here?”

Before I could explain, the old daoist’s voice rang out, “I brought him here; let him in.”

The two officers exchanged glances and then allowed me to enter, but their cold stares seemed to warn me not to interfere with their investigation.

The old daoist looked at me and said, “Why did it take you so long? Come on, follow me.”

Reluctantly, I followed closely behind the old daoist into the apartment building.

As soon as I stepped inside, an unsettling chill permeated the air, making me feel very uncomfortable.

I didn’t dwell on it for long as I hurried to keep up with the old daoist.

We arrived at an apartment on the fifth floor.

Looking at the old daoist’s somewhat pale face and the thick, metallic smell of blood in the air, I realized that things inside were likely not simple at all.

The old daoist remained silent, taking a deep breath before pushing open the door.

Upon entering, I was hit by the overwhelming stench of blood. My brow furrowed tightly as I perceived that the bloody odor was mixed with something oddly off-putting, an indescribable feeling.

There was an oppressive sensation in the air that sent chills down my spine.

Suddenly, the old daoist’s entire body began to tremble.

My expression turned grave, and I steeled myself to look at the scene inside.

What I saw shocked me.