Five days had passed since everything was planted.
Lu Sheng suddenly realized that the ghosts she released did not return.
Of course, Jia Zheng, Tan Jun, and the rest of the ghosts had all signed a blood contract with her. If anything happened to them, it was impossible for her not to sense them.
The only possibility was that the target was a little troublesome.
On the sixth night, when Lu Sheng was about to summon them back, they suddenly returned.
Looking at the two red sedans parked in the courtyard, Lu Sheng raised her eyebrows.
"I thought you were taken away by another priest."
"How is that possible?"
Jia Zheng snorted coldly. "Normal priests can't do anything to us."
After all, they were ghosts raised in the Nurturing Talisman.
"Speak. What happened? Why did you take a few days to come back?"
"It's a long story."
