The Ghost Clan, when hidden in darkness, are almost imperceptible.
Coincidentally, a shadow cast by sunlight fell across the entrance of the grand hall. No one expected these ghosts to be so brazen. It was precisely because of this that no one took any precautions there.
The event unfolded too suddenly.
The blood that exploded from the Leng family patriarch's shattered heart splattered onto Leng Qingxue's face behind him. The woman, who had been in a state of bewildered helplessness, felt the warmth and then witnessed the scene of her father's chest being pierced. Finally, she could no longer control her emotions, clutching her head and letting out a sharp, piercing, and utterly despairing wail.
This sound was like a switch, instantly making everyone present tense up.
Shen Muzhi immediately shielded You Siqi in his arms.
Liu Buli frowned, withdrew his attention, and looked at Lu Wuming beside him. He asked with certainty, "Wuming, did you actually sense the presence of that ghost just now?"
The surroundings were too chaotic, and Liu Buli's voice was quite soft. Thus, even though the question was full of certainty, only Lu Wuming heard it, preventing anyone else from harboring any ill intentions.
As for his master's question, Lu Wuming had never been one to lie. Especially on matters of no consequence, he simply disdained to lie.
He nodded and Lu Wuming offered a simple explanation: "I didn't like that woman. I thought she would be the first to die, so I didn't warn anyone."
In other words, Lu Wuming had predicted Leng Qingxue's premature departure. However, he had not accounted for her father becoming her shield at the moment of her departure.
Liu Buli didn't know what expression to wear in response to this statement. He could only press his forehead with a hint of helplessness and say, "In the future, you must inform me in advance. If things develop as you expect, it's fine. But if someone else were to leave first and suffer undeserved disaster, it wouldn't be a good thing."
Lu Wuming pouted and mumbled, "As long as it's not Master, it doesn't matter."
In essence, no matter who left first, he would always treat them the same. In his eyes, as long as Liu Buli wasn't harmed, he wouldn't even bat an eye if the world were to be destroyed.
After all, everyone else was unimportant.
And what happened to those unimportant existences had nothing to do with him, Lu Wuming.
He had always been this way, and after some thought, Liu Buli gave up on trying to educate him further.
Seeing that the ghost had continued to attack the surrounding people, Liu Buli instead pulled Lu Wuming back a few steps, clearly indicating his intention to withdraw from the battle. While observing the situation, he instructed Lu Wuming, "If it's not necessary, don't be the first to act. You're right, those people have little to do with us. So, as long as Shen Muzhi hasn't made a move yet, we'll just watch the show, understand?"
Lu Wuming had already planned to do so. Upon hearing Liu Buli's words, he nodded obediently.
He held Liu Buli in his arms and retreated a few steps.
Finding the most inconspicuous corner in the hall with the utmost speed, his familiarity with the surroundings, it must be said, did indeed carry a hint of the Ghost Clan's racial talent.
Liu Buli mused on these trivial matters, his gaze fixed on the ghost fighting with the crowd.
It was different from their initial expectation of a large-scale invasion by the Ghost Clan. They had been fighting for a while, yet there was still only this one ghost.
Whether the others hadn't come or were hiding somewhere, Liu Buli couldn't sense. He could only frown, gently tug on Lu Wuming's sleeve, and whisper, "Besides the one we see, can you sense any other ghosts? It's the wedding of the Valley Master of Medicine Master Valley, and they only sent one. I feel something is not right."
Lu Wuming perceived silently for a moment, then nodded seriously and said, "There are quite a few hidden outside, but this hall is too bright. It's not covered, and the weather is exactly midday. The sunlight is too intense, which greatly affects ghosts. So, only this one came in. The others are still waiting."
Liu Buli blinked, stroked his chin, and asked, "So, does that mean the one who came in is the most skilled?"
Lu Wuming thought for a moment, then shook his head firmly.
His expression became more complex as he said, "There are a few more powerful ones outside. I've never felt such an aura before. It makes even me feel nauseous and uncomfortable. They are probably extremely powerful beings."
Hearing this, Liu Buli's eyes widened in surprise.
If even Lu Wuming found them powerful, they were truly not ordinary minions.
The Ghost Clan was indeed somewhat powerful, but they couldn't withstand the sheer number of people attending the Dao Companion Ceremony. Although cultivators were not usually united, they were willing to stand together when it came to matters of life and death.
Therefore, this time, without even needing Liu Buli to intervene, the ghost that entered first was already dealt with.
The others were still on guard against their surroundings.
Liu Buli finally reacted. He patted Lu Wuming's shoulder and whispered, "Wuming, wait here. I'm going to meet that powerful one. If I don't signal you, don't come out with me. Do you understand?"