Chapter 287: Regret Not Having More Years

The bloodstains on the wooden steps of the watchtower had been cleaned.

The Tibetan monk had a piece of green cloth draped over the platform. Underneath, an incense table was set up, and except for the monk's disciples, the watching crowd was kept at least nine yards away by the Imperial Guards…

Exclamations of shock were continuous.

Every time Master Garu lifted the green cloth, the person who appeared on the platform was different—changing clothes, faces, and even genders. This spell, akin to spirit mediumship, made onlookers' hair stand on end, their skins dripping with cold sweat.

"Could there really be an evil spirit?"

"Changing form with each appearance, it must be an evil spirit without a doubt."

"Could it be that we must see ninety-nine changes before its true form is revealed?"

"The Tibetan monk is truly remarkable. Never have I seen such powerful magic at an ordinary ritual..."

"Thinking that the chamber has such filth, I feel terribly uncomfortable."