A hoarse, aged voice mixed with the howling wind.
"The hour has arrived. Let the ritual begin!"
Before Ms. Hong's grave, six Daoists immediately sprang into action.
The sounds of copper bells and Wooden Fish rose and fell. The crisp chimes of the bells were like shattering jade, while the dull thuds of the Wooden Fish were like distant thunder.
They began to chant the Sutra of Salvation in unison. The low, droning scripture twisted with the wind, circling and echoing over the empty cemetery.
The moment the chanting stopped, the air seemed to freeze solid.
Daoist White Beard's silver eyebrows twitched. He slammed the Token in his hand down hard onto the Dharma altar.
He then snatched up a Peach Wood Sword, the red silk wrapped around its blade rustling in the wind as he began to chant an incantation.
