After a sudden shout, before Zuo Lin'an could even react, he felt the other party poke his forehead with a finger.
Oh, actually, that wasn't quite right.
To be precise, it was the space between his eyebrows.
The force was quite strong, causing him to stagger back a step until his back hit the railing.
Facing this situation, Zuo Lin'an was quite shocked. He hadn't expected the Daoist acolyte to be so fast; he hadn't even had time to dodge just now.
But it was only natural. After all, standing here right now was his living body.
Although he had undergone some special training, compared to professional ghost catchers, he was certainly lacking.
Just then, the Daoist acolyte also realized something was wrong.
“Huh? Warm?”
Daoist Wufang cursed under his breath.
“You fool, get back here!”
Only then did the acolyte realize that the person in front of him was a living human. He quickly stood at attention.
“Oh, uh... haha! Well, I am really sorry!”
“I didn't do it on purpose.”
Zuo Lin'an didn't say anything. Instead, he reached up and wiped his forehead. He felt something sticky and familiar, accompanied by a metallic, rusty smell.
It was blood.
Fingertip blood?
What kind of Daoist magic was this?
Seeing this, the acolyte hurriedly raised his hand, using his sleeve to wipe the blood off Zuo Lin'an's forehead, and quickly wiped away the blood on Zuo Lin'an's fingers as well.
“Oh, please don't mind, young man! My training is incomplete, and I haven't finished my apprenticeship yet!”
“I'll wipe it clean for you right now!”
The acolyte didn't do this just to apologize to Zuo Lin'an; it was also because that blood was his own.
Many practitioners of unorthodox sects would collect the hair and blood of orthodox Daoists to curse them to death.
Having followed his grandfather since he was three years old, he had learned to pay attention to such details.
Zuo Lin'an, of course, had no idea about this.
Naturally, he didn't need to know either. He simply let out a helpless sigh.
He couldn't help but feel that this acolyte's personality was somewhat similar to Xu Youyou's.
Was it just his imagination?
“I'll let it slide this time, but please make sure you look clearly before acting next time.”
As he spoke, he pointed behind himself.
“Although there is a railing here, if you had used a bit more force just now, I might have fallen right over while off guard.”
The acolyte froze. He hadn't noticed earlier, but with the reminder, he realized that there was indeed a railing behind Zuo Lin'an, and beyond it lay a sheer cliff.
Zuo Lin'an was currently leaning right against the cliff edge.
If there hadn't been a railing...
At this moment, Daoist Wufang stepped forward.
“Sir, I am truly sorry.”
“My grandson has always been reckless like this. If you can trust this old Daoist, I will draw two Warding Talismans and Peace Talismans for you later as an apology.”
Warding Talismans?
Peace Talismans?
Zuo Lin'an's first instinct was to refuse.
But he quickly recalled that when martial artists from the Wuxia World entered specter dungeons, they could still use their martial arts. In that case, this old Daoist's talismans had to be real.
He immediately changed his mind.
“Judging by your attire, Daoist, you are surely no ordinary person. Then I shall trouble you.”
Zuo Lin'an knew that even if the talismans were real, to keep them, this old Daoist could neither clear the dungeon nor die.
Otherwise, the talismans would disappear with him.
Daoist Wufang smiled and nodded, not denying his words.
Zuo Lin'an then asked.
“By the way, it's the middle of the night. Why are you out here?”
As he spoke, his gaze drifted to the three women who had followed behind.
He had already observed them earlier through his God's-eye view. Their attire was highly revealing and seductive, but to Zuo Lin'an, they also gave off a highly uncomfortable vibe.
He merely spared them a casual glance before a flash of disgust crossed his eyes, and he frowned, shifting his gaze away.
The acolyte was secretly observing Zuo Lin'an.
Seeing that he could completely resist the charm techniques of the three fiendesses, the boy's eyes lit up.
Just as he was about to speak, a man's voice suddenly came from behind.
“Young Master.”
The voice came so suddenly that none of them, except Zuo Lin'an, had noticed his approach.
To them, this was even more terrifying than seeing a ghost!
Zuo Lin'an even saw the acolyte freeze up completely, his pupils shrinking to pinpricks.
As for the three women, they were startled into letting out soft shrieks.
Because by their estimation, the person who had spoken was standing right behind them!
Without even bothering to turn around to check, the three of them immediately retreated over a dozen meters to the side. Only after putting some distance between them did they finally have the time to look.
What they saw was a handsome young man with long, flowing hair.
Feng Xingyun's calm, unruffled gaze swept over them, his eyes and expression devoid of any change.
It was as if he were looking at three stones.
Then, he slowly stepped forward and stood by Zuo Lin'an's side.
“Young Master, these people...”
Zuo Lin'an shook his head wearily.
“I do not know either.”
“Attend to them for now. We cannot very well turn people away in the middle of the night.”
“By the way, this Daoist master is an expert. Treat him with utmost respect.”
Having said that, he showed a tired expression and raised a hand to rub the space between his brows.
“I am a bit tired and will go rest first. We can discuss anything else tomorrow morning.”
Before leaving, he also offered his apologies to the old Daoist.
The Daoist did not mind. “Arriving in the middle of the night, it is indeed we, grandfather and grandson, who have intruded.”
Zuo Lin'an nodded slowly, then walked toward the residence, leaving them to themselves.
Feng Xingyun bowed slightly to see Zuo Lin'an off, and only then did he turn to look at the five of them.
“Masters, please follow me.”
Since Zuo Lin'an had not mentioned the three women earlier, he chose to ignore them completely as well.
However, the three of them were not about to let him leave just like that.
Although they didn't know how this handsome young man had managed to appear behind them without making a sound, now that they could see him, the fear in their hearts had subsided considerably.
The three of them quickly stepped forward.
“Wait a moment, handsome.”
Her voice carried a seductive quality, like hooks pulling at one's very soul.
But to Feng Xingyun, this had absolutely no effect.
He was a puppet dungeon NPC; his life and even his soul were the private property of the dungeon boss.
And the wicked techniques of the three women controlled a person's mind, which was roughly equivalent to the soul. This was like committing a robbery right in front of the dungeon boss on his own territory.
Naturally, it was completely useless.
Feng Xingyun was not affected in the slightest.
“Do you three have some business?”
Seeing that Feng Xingyun's face remained perfectly calm, they knew their charm techniques had failed and dared not push any further.
“We've lost our way and would like to stay the night.”
Feng Xingyun thought for a moment, then spoke, “All the dozen or so surrounding mountains are the private property of my young master's family, and this old residence is the only dwelling. Logically speaking, no one should be coming here.”
“Since you three are acting highly suspicious, I cannot accommodate you. Please forgive me.”
The three women exchanged looks, all of them rather surprised.
One of them pointed at the two Daoists.
“Why are they allowed?”
“Are they not acting suspicious as well?”
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