Shao Po's spine felt cold, sweat poured out profusely, and his entire body froze in place.
A foot stretched out from behind him.
Without a word, Chen Yi delivered a ferocious kick to the alley gate.
Boom!
With an ear-splitting noise, the gate burst open, sending dust swirling before settling back down.
Trembling, Shao Po caught a glimpse of a disheveled-haired woman's back turning a corner and disappearing deeper into the alley.
"Oh my god!"
He could no longer hold himself upright, his body tilted backward as he staggered several steps, nearly collapsing to the ground. The Taoist caught him from behind.
Shao Po went limp like mud, his limbs powerless, even forgetting to tremble. After some time, his face began quivering uncontrollably,
"Dao… Daoist… Daoist… No more searching, no more searching, let's go back, let's go back!"
Chen Yi's expression showed hesitation as he said, "We ought to at least figure out where the ghost resides."
