C142 Sacrifice of identity conversion

That night, the little Taoist was disrupted by me in my plan to exorcise ghosts.

He did not wait for his calculations on the fourth floor.

Neither the perpetrator nor the victim showed up.

But now, he met a brat that was trying his best to pester him with his low cultivation.

He left in a huff.

The strange atmosphere of the entire building made him feel very troubled