After bidding farewell to Min Gang and others, Yang Zimei took Xiao Qian back to his house.
Before he could get closer, Xiao Qian suddenly shouted: "Sister, there is a demon in front of you!"
Yang Zimei was amused, "What is evil spirit? Xiaoqian, you are a demon yourself, okay?"
"I'm not a demon, I'm a ghost." Xiao Qian said seriously, "Sister, look, the person in front of you is very unusual."
Yang Zimei looked along what it pointed at——
Walking in front was a man of about fifty years old, wearing a slightly worn and dirty Taoist robe, with an ordinary build, ordinary appearance, and messy hair. His temperament was far from that of her Master Yuqing. He was not a Taoist at all.
His kind of immortal spirit is like a wandering cloud and a wild crane, but he is like a liar wearing a Taoist robe.
However, since he is wearing a Taoist robe, let's call him a Taoist priest.
"Xiao Qian, did you find any demonic aura in him?" Yang Zimei also felt that this Taoist priest was a bit strange, but he couldn't see any demonic aura in him. His aura was just like that of an ordinary person.
"Sister, there is something wrong with the mirror in his hand." Xiao Qian said seriously.
Mirror?
Yang Zimei's eyes fell on the Taoist priest's hand. Sure enough, his hand grasped a round bronze mirror with a handle. The bronze was already stained with rust.
However, she couldn't see any antiques in this bronze mirror, because it seemed to be blocked by some spell. Even if she opened her eyes, she couldn't see clearly.
What kind of mirror is this?
Who is this Taoist priest?
She stood aside and watched quietly as the Taoist priest took the mirror and looked around her house -
Her pupils shrank slightly——
Could it be that this Taoist priest wants to harm himself?
Just as she was about to step forward, she suddenly heard the Taoist priest whisper in a slightly surprised tone: "Strange, why are there no wronged souls?"
Wrong soul?
Yang Zimei's brows frowned slightly. Could it be that he came here to find grievances instead of specifically targeting himself?
"There's no reason. Wasn't this a mass grave before? Who is so bold as to build a house here and collect all the innocent souls?" The Taoist priest said to himself again.
Maybe he wanted to see the house clearly, so he jumped on the ground a few times, but he still couldn't jump over the wall and see what was going on inside.
At the beginning, in order to enhance the privacy of the house, Yang Zimei specifically asked Xia Guohui to build the wall higher than that of an ordinary courtyard house. Without the help of other objects or some light skills, the situation inside the house could not be seen.
Even if someone climbs up with the help of a ladder to take a look, they can't see anything special, because she has already set up a blindfold, and in the eyes of ordinary people, it is just an ordinary house.
"Sister, what do you think that person wants to do?" Xiao Qian looked at the Taoist priest's clumsy movements, like a grasshopper, constantly kicking back and forth on the wall. It was very funny.
"I don't know either." She was truly speechless about the Taoist priest's actions.
She opened her eyes to see him, and the information showed that he was from a small Taoist temple in Shanxi. His name was Yu Zhenzi, and he was 53 years old. Other information was unknown.
A Taoist name like Yu Zhenzi sounds very righteous. A person with such a name must at least be as celestial and Taoist as Master Yuqing, but in the end he looks stupid.
She couldn't help but walked over and asked, "Excuse me, Master, why are you kicking around on the apron in my house?"