As soon as Shen Luo entered the water, he released his spiritual sense. With the abundant water-attributed spiritual energy, his spiritual sense became more sensitive. He soon discovered the trace of the deer-headed ghost and followed it by sneaking under the water.
After walking in the lake for more than half an hour, the ghost suddenly turned into a reed bush and entered a river.
Shen Luo followed all the way, walked hundreds of steps upward from the river, and actually came to a private garden.
He knew that they should be reaching their destination soon, so he put away his spiritual sense, suppressed the fluctuations of his magic power, and followed carefully in.
The river runs through the house, and a section of it was expanded into a small scenic lake in the private residence. There is an open area beside the lake, facing a tall theater in front.
Sure enough, the deer-headed ghost came to the shore of the small lake, went directly out of the water and onto the open square next to it.
Shen Luo looked around carefully through the water and saw that there were a lot of weeds growing around the lakeshore. The tall theater building was also a little dilapidated, and fallen leaves could be seen all over the ground, which was enough to show that this private residence seemed to have been abandoned.
"What's going on? Why did this guy come back?" At this moment, a surprised voice suddenly sounded.
Shen Luo quickly looked over there and saw a short and fat middle-aged man in a red brocade robe standing in front of the horned ghost, looking at it with a puzzled expression.
"Could it be that he encountered a strong enemy and escaped back instinctively?" Another voice sounded.
A tall woman in a green satin robe also came into Shen Luo's sight. She had a graceful figure and pretty face, but her exposed arms were covered with a layer of dark green scales, which looked a bit creepy.
As she spoke, the woman's eyes suddenly turned and glanced towards the lake.
Shen Luo subconsciously lowered his body, restrained his breath, and sank to the bottom of the water like a piece of stone, motionless.
After waiting for a while, when there was no sound outside, he floated up a little and looked towards the lakeshore, but it was empty and there was no one in sight.
Shen Luo frowned slightly and began to move towards the lake shore.
When he reached the shore of the lake, he slowly surfaced, crouched down and looked into the distance.
I saw two people sitting opposite each other in the middle of the square dozens of feet ahead, with a three-foot-high altar formation built in front of them, surrounded by a circle of dark red skulls. The area was more than ten feet large, forming a round shape of two yin and yang.
In the center of the altar, nine bloody human heads were piled up to form a small Jingguan. On each of the four sides was a triangular dark red flag with strange black runes painted on it.
The two people sitting outside the altar were the short fat man and tall woman from before. They each made hand gestures and continuously transferred their magic power into the four small flags beside the Jingguan.
As the flag fluttered, a large amount of black mist surged out, forming a continuously rotating black mist vortex in the middle of the magic circle.
There were shadowy figures in the middle of the vortex, and ghosts of various shapes flew out one after another.
After these ghosts landed on the ground, they began to walk around in a daze. However, before they could go far, streaks of blood shot out from the Jingguan built of human heads and hit the ghosts in the eyebrows.