The sudden slap caught everyone present off guard.
Aunt Zhang didn't say a word, just brushed her hair aside and sat quietly with her head lowered.
The fierce Evil Spirit's shadow before her cursed vehemently, its voice transitioning from sharp to indistinct before finally vanishing, leaving an eerie chill lingering in everyone's hearts.
The people nearby saw it but dared not speak, even fearing to make a move lest they were noticed.
Aunt Zhang remained silent until the fierce shadow completely disappeared. Then she softly chanted an incantation, guiding back the souls of the coachman and his assistant, who had been scared out of their bodies. She returned them to their bodies and marked their foreheads with a bit of vermillion.
The coachman and assistant were unconscious and foaming at the mouth. They transitioned from a deep faint to a profound slumber, their faces gradually returning to normal.
