It’s the end of the world after becoming a mountain god!

Looking at the closed door, several people looked at each other, all a little confused about what was going on.

This is not the first time they have been on a mission. Although we don’t treat them as saviors, at least their attitude is very good.

This old man is nothing like him. His whole body seems to be conveying the message that they are not welcome.

"My dad has just a bad temper, don't mind it." Aunt Zhao probably didn't expect her father to react like this.

She invited them to drink some water, then turned around and brought out a fruit plate that had been prepared long ago from the kitchen, "Have some fruit, you're welcome."

Song Tang took a grape as a token of his appreciation and asked casually, "Can you tell me what happened? Why do you think the old man has encountered a ghost?"

"Ah..." Aunt Zhao sighed and said, "My mother passed away three years ago, and my father usually kept the cat that my mother raised as company. Some time ago, the cat died because it was too old. We discussed arranging someone to come back and see my father every week."

"Among my siblings, I am the only one who is retired and at home taking care of my grandchildren, so I come here the most. A few weeks ago, I brought my grandson here and found him talking to the air. At first I thought he was talking to himself, until my grandson said he saw a dark shadow in his room."

Thinking of the scene that day, Aunt Zhao couldn't help but shudder.

Her grandson was only five years old. At first, she thought it was just a child's nonsense, until she saw the black shadow mentioned by her grandson with her own eyes.

"It's scary. The shadow is this big—" Aunt Zhao gestured to show the size. As if she felt it was not intuitive enough, she pulled Zhang Zhiqi up from the sofa. "It's about the same height as this boy, and it has such long fangs."

Zhang Zhiqi was grabbed up without any warning and stood there in a daze.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, his eyes slowly widened as if he had finally reacted, and he sat back with a slightly red face.

According to Aunt Zhao's description, this was a monster that was over 1.8 meters tall, with fangs more than ten centimeters long.

Regardless of whether this description is objective or not, to put it bluntly, if such a thing really existed, how come Uncle Zhao was totally unharmed?

Moreover, both Aunt Zhao and her grandson had seen it, and nothing happened either.

Could this be a monster that looks scary but actually doesn't hurt people?

Song Tang lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then said, "Okay, we already understand the situation. Aunt Zhao, you can wait downstairs first. We will notify you when we have dealt with it."

Aunt Zhao had long wanted to stop wanting to stay here. If her father hadn't refused to move out, she would never have come back.

"Then what about my dad?" Aunt Zhao looked at Uncle Zhao's room and was a little hesitant.

Ever since her father knew that they were aware of the existence of monsters, he locked himself in the house every day. They tried every way to trick him out but failed.

Aunt Zhao and her siblings discussed it and decided to seek help from the Taoist Association.

"Don't worry, Uncle Zhao will be fine with us here." Shao Qing patted his chest and assured.

"Then you must protect my dad. I will give each of you a big red envelope when the time comes." Aunt Zhao said, and then shouted to the room, "Dad, I'm going down first! If you have any problems, call these young people. Although they are young, they are very capable."

The Peking Opera was still playing in the room, and no other sound could be heard. Aunt Zhao had no choice but to leave, looking back every few steps.

Seeing the door close, several people quickly gathered around and shared their discoveries with each other.

"There is indeed a little bit of yin energy here."

"Do you smell a faint smell of corruption here?"

"Brother, what do you think? Could it be that the deceased aunt has returned?"

Zhang Zhiqi shook his head and pointed to Uncle Zhao's room: "That's where the yin energy is the heaviest, but strangely, I don't feel the presence of ghosts."

Everyone looked in the direction where his finger pointed, and that room was indeed the most suspicious.

Realizing that Song Tang had not spoken, he turned to look at her.

"It's true that there's a lot of yin energy there, but..." Song Tang touched his chin, "It's a bit strange, everyone be careful."

As she said that, she took out the sword made of talisman paper and walked in front. She stopped about two steps away from the door and took out Ajiao.

"Go and see what's going on inside."

A Focus nodded and jumped from her palm, but he didn't grow bigger. Instead, he approached the door carefully with a long knife.

Shao Qing and others had been following Song Tang cautiously until they saw her take out a paper figure.

Then the paper man seemed to understand what they were saying. They watched as the paper man walked in through the crack in the door holding a long knife, like a living person.

"Brother, take a quick look, is this the legendary Taoist soldier?" Shao Qing couldn't wait to pull Zhang Zhiqi's sleeve.

Zhang Zhiqi was also in shock, so he naturally saw the paper man.

According to ancient books handed down by the Zhang family, more than 300 years ago, although not everyone knew how to make Taoist weapons, there were quite a few people in the Xuanmen sect who knew how to make them.

Since the civil war three hundred years ago, the method of making Taoist soldiers has been lost.

Today, the Zhang family still preserves a small number of Taoist weapons that were made back then, but without the mantra, the Taoist weapons are just an ordinary piece of paper.

Despite this, it is still a rare treasure of the Xuanmen. Every year, people from various sects come to their house, hoping to borrow a Taoist soldier to observe, just to try and see if they can figure out the mystery of it.

Unfortunately, three hundred years have passed, and no one has really figured out how to create and control Taoist soldiers.

"I'm not sure, it does look alike." Zhang Zhiqi's expression was complicated.

He looked at Song Tang's back in a daze. Who is this?

Song Tang could almost capture the old ghost last night. Today, she took out the Taoist weapon in front of everyone. Didn't she know what kind of trouble she would face if this thing spread among the Xuanmen?

At that time, the major sects can force her to hand over the methods of making and controlling Taoist soldiers.

Unless Song Tang is not afraid at all!

Realizing this, Zhang Zhiqi's expression changed slightly, and when he looked at Song Tang again, his expression became more complicated.

"Meow--" Suddenly the Peking Opera sound in the room disappeared, and a fierce cry was heard.

Cat? There's a cat inside?

Soon everyone saw the red paper man named Ajiao, holding a big knife and running out of the door quickly.

He walked all the way up to Song Tang, gesticulating vividly and describing the situation in chatterboxes.

"Do you mean there is a cat in there, or a cat whose body has already rotted?" Shao Qing came over and tilted his head to look at A Jiao.

A Jiao looked at her and nodded vigorously.

He looked back at the door and started chattering again.

Shao Qing tilted his head and looked at it carefully, and continued to try to translate, "You said that the master was injured?"

A Jiao nodded again. Everyone was shocked and rushed forward without waiting for Song Tang to give orders.