"Night Watchman!"
"He's here too?"
Gao Ming and Fu Shu spoke at the same time, both with vivid memories of the Old Night Watchman.
"We should avoid conflicts with the night watchman for now. That old fellow is the last night watchman in town, unbelievably strong, and can even summon his ancestors when necessary." Fu Shu lowered his head, not daring to stare too long at the incense on the night watchman's head, as if afraid of being discovered by something.
"Mm." Gao Ming always felt that the night watchman was different from the other gods used in the town. His purpose for going to the Nine-layered Spirit Temple might also be different from other gods: "If things get to their worst, turning the night watchman into something unspeakable might be a good option."
