Gu Shenwei stood petrified with shock. He did not believe in the existence of ghosts. However, there was something in the monk's smile, which made him feel somewhat nervous.
"You finally came. Did the girl come with you? How about you come in and have a chat with me?"
"He's not Tiger Monk. His voice is deeper, and he also looks older than the dead monk. They may be brothers," Gu Shenwei thought to himself.
A skeptical person like Gu Shenwei seldom accepted a stranger's invitation. However, at this moment, he was somehow convinced of the monk's sincerity. He did not feel threatened by the monk, so he pushed the door open and went in to kneel on a meditation cushion on the ground with his unsheathed saber placed right beside him.