Zuo Lin'an seemed completely unaware of the players, standing by the railing and looking out.
However, he still used his God's-eye view to observe the five players.
One of them was conspicuously dressed: a long beard, a purple Daoist robe adorned with intricate patterns, exuding an air of grandeur. Beside him stood a Daoist acolyte in a dark blue robe.
The acolyte had initially been looking around cautiously, but upon seeing the other three, his eyes widened, and a look of resentment appeared on his face. It was as if these three were some kind of heinous demons.
Zuo Lin'an's attention shifted to the other three, realizing they were all women. All three had alluring figures and captivating demeanors, each a rare beauty.
However, their revealing attire suggested they weren't exactly “good people.” Their bodies were wrapped in only a few thin strips of cloth, barely covering their vital areas, with a layer of almost transparent gauze draped over them.
Even in the dead of night, he could vaguely discern their tempting curves. Furthermore, he could feel an endless, potent allure constantly emanating from the three women, specifically targeted at men.
If they were normal men, they would likely be completely enchanted by just a few glances and would obey their every command.
The three women appeared to belong to the same organization, or perhaps a sect. He recalled Bai Yuan mentioning in the small group chat that the paranormal world had cultivators.
Since there were Daoists and monks, other unorthodox sects must also exist, and these three women were likely part of one.
The next moment, the three women simultaneously spotted the elderly Daoist and the young acolyte. They immediately dropped their charming expressions and huddled together with grave looks.
It was clear that these three were wary of them, or rather, of the old Daoist in purple robes. Zuo Lin'an observed carefully and could be 100% certain that the three women didn't know each other.
Yet, based on their attire and aura, they could instantly deduce that the other two belonged to the same sect as themselves. However, Zuo Lin'an soon noticed that while they vigilantly watched the old Daoist, they also kept a wary eye on the other two women beside them.
One of the women even took a step back. Her lips twitched, and she gazed at the old Daoist, forcing a smile.
“So it is Lord Wufang. This humble one has heard much of you, but it's my first time seeing you in person.”
“I received news earlier that I was forcibly pulled into this place called a specter dungeon. This place is mysterious, and the situation is unclear, so I suggest we avoid any rash conflicts.”
“What are your thoughts, my lord?”
The other two women didn't speak, but clearly shared the same sentiment.
The old Daoist, however, smiled faintly and made a somewhat strange gesture with his hands. He then paused, stroking his beard.
Zuo Lin'an understood. The old Daoist's movement was clearly meant to wield a whisk, but he didn't have one in his hand.
Right. When players were pulled into a specter dungeon, they could only bring the clothes on their back and their phone. Other items were strictly forbidden unless they were specter items acquired later.
A whisk? Naturally, that wouldn't be allowed either. Moreover, Daoist magic existed in this paranormal world, so a whisk held by a purple-robed Daoist would surely be no ordinary item, making it even less likely to be brought in.
He smiled outwardly, but his eyes held a chilling coldness.
“I'm just an old man on the verge of death; I don't deserve to be called 'my lord.'”
“Just call me Daoist Wufang.”
This old Daoist was clearly not an impulsive man. Even if his strength could crush the three women before him, he was clearly more concerned with the specter dungeon's situation and had no intention of acting rashly.
However, the acolyte behind him was indignant, perhaps due to his youthful vigor.
“Hmph, three fiendesses who practice charm techniques! Judging by the blood aura on your bodies, you must have drained plenty of men's yang energy, and even their vital essence, haven't you?”
He joined two fingers and lightly brushed them over his eyes. Then, a spiritual glow emanated from his gaze. After about two seconds, the spiritual glow faded and disappeared.
“To think you are even entangled with karmic affliction! You probably didn't even spare those men's souls, absorbing them as well. Truly heinous!”
Judging by his expression and the anger in his words, he clearly wanted to kill the three women without delay. But without the old Daoist's command, no matter how angry he was or how much killing intent filled his eyes, he wouldn't act on his own.
Just then, all five of them received a dungeon notification.
【Welcome to the specter dungeon. Please check your quest requirements and novice benefits.】
【Note: Novice benefits are only available for a player's first three specter dungeons.】
All five were drawn to the notification that suddenly appeared before their eyes.
“Quest requirements? Novice benefits?”
The acolyte frowned slightly and continued to check.
【Dungeon Notification: You have lost your way in the Withered Forest and Barren Mountains. You stumble upon a residence on the mountaintop and seek shelter. However, strange things seem to have happened here...】
【Main Quest: Investigate the Truth, Find the Path of Survival】
【Novice Benefits: Time】
“Grandpa, this place is called Withered Forest and Barren Mountains. It doesn't feel like a good place.”
Daoist Wufang lightly tapped his head. The acolyte rubbed the spot where he was tapped and immediately quieted down.
“Let's go. There's a residence over there; we'll go take a look.”
“Huh? Grandpa, what about those fiendesses...?”
“Ignore them for now.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the old Daoist walked forward first. The acolyte, having no choice, glared fiercely at the three women before following his grandpa.
After walking for a while, they exited the withered woods and immediately saw the old, yet sturdy, residence situated on the mountaintop ahead.
“Grandpa, there's a dark figure over there. I'll go check it out.”
Daoist Wufang squinted at it, then slowly nodded.
“Go, but be careful.”
It was the middle of the night. Zuo Lin'an stood at the cliff edge. Although there was a railing, only a few scattered stars provided light.
Furthermore, being far away, they could only see a blurry, humanoid shadow. The acolyte was extremely cautious, biting his fingertip as he approached.
Although he didn't sense any yin qi, he had encountered many ghosts and monsters with his grandpa, and many “unclean things” had ways of concealing themselves. And since this place was called a specter dungeon, there must be something “unclean” here, so he couldn't be too careful.
He slowly approached.
However, once the other party drew within a certain distance, Zuo Lin'an seized the opportunity to turn around.
He had intended to pretend he heard footsteps behind him, then turn to investigate and initiate a normal conversation.
But what he didn't expect was...
The acolyte suddenly shouted, charging fiercely towards him.
“Fiend, take this!!”
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