บท 105: Like Yin Zhiping to the Little Dragon Maiden[1]

Gyatso walked into the basement in the mortuary. Actually, it was too big to be called a basement; it was almost as big as a basketball court and was more like an underground way-place[2].

There were bottles and jars along the walls. The surroundings had grown weird because of the blood moon, and those things sealed in the bottles and jars were restless as well.

A red pottery jar was extremely eye-catching. It wasn’t only flickering with light but also shaking constantly, as if something was eager to get out.

Gyatso gazed at it and smiled:

"Taoists in the Central Plains do everything with mercy, even for these sinful souls that clearly had committed ruthless crimes and was carrying obvious evil. He couldn’t just destroy them. Instead, he put them here, waited until their ferocity was worn off and then put them back for another life.

"Why bother so much?

"If everyone has to do this routine, all exorcists will be exhausted to death."