Ghosts: There's a Sett in the Mass Grave, I'm Not Kidding

Lin Xi is a Taoist priest, but he's a little different from the others. While other Taoist priests study talismans and Taoist arts and hunt ghosts, he spends every day running with weights, doing push-ups, and doing sit-ups. Is he a Taoist priest or a special forces soldier?

While other Taoist priests set up altars and use talismans to exorcise ghosts, he pulls out brass knuckles. Isn't it a little strange to carry a meteoric iron sword, too?

His ancestors personally made him a pair of brass knuckles from century-old peachwood struck by lightning, coated them with high-purity cinnabar, and engraved them with a Taiji Bagua diagram. The front was fitted with meteoric iron soaked in aged black-dog blood. Even if the thousand-year-old female ghost Nie Xiaoqian showed up, one punch would make her soul scatter into oblivion.

By the time Lin Xi arrived at the mass grave, it was already too late.

“You'd better pray this talisman works on you.”

“Hehe, I drew it wrong on purpose.”

“You'd better be able to take a punch from me!”

Wait, man! You're a Taoist priest! Why are you exorcising ghosts with your fists?

Ghost: Infernal official! I'm willing to go to hell! Please take me away!

Ghost: A Sett showed up at the mass grave, I'm not kidding!

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.