“One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight...”
“All eight banners, torn down?”
“...”
The sudden scene made everyone in the strict Yan residence go pale.
The Yan family had treated these people with ceremony only because they wanted the Ghost-Walker catchers to show themselves and explain.
At worst it would be a contest of skill, an exchange of techniques to settle who was right and who was wrong — not knives drawn at once.
When the catcher had first come in through the main gate, since he hadn’t barged in tearing down banners, most thought the Yan family already had things under control by seventy percent.
Who would have expected such an odd turn?
Not only had banners been taken down — all eight of them were gone.
That meant these people had no intention of arguing with techniques; they really meant to kill.
Worse, the people who had been posted outside to guard those banners were supposed to be true experts; they should have noticed any stirring.
Yet the flags had been taken before a single alarm was raised...
People joked that the four big officers of the Office for Quelling Malefic Spirits were a farce — but where did all these little officers come from?
This bewildering, shocking shift left everyone at the scene helpless and flustered.