I Got My Cheat Skill by Acting My Way into a Horror Protagonist Role Chapter 79: Old Heavenly Master

1999.

2000.

Tonight, countless people quietly awaited the arrival of the new century.

Though it was already approaching midnight, the edge of the sky still emitted a faint glow. The upper layers of the endless sky seed to contain faint rumbling sounds that shook one's very soul.

At the eastern horizon, clouds and mist swirled as if a true dragon's body was tumbling and coiling over the Central Plains.

Within the Hundred Thousand Li Mountains of the Southwest, invisible thunder techniques descended from the sky, ruthlessly suppressing those restless demons and evil spirits that were stirring with ill intent.

A green cloud swiftly passed over the heads of those demonic beings, and the profound, mysterious aura of thunder techniques seed to originate from it.

"Oh dear, oh dear, I missed it, I missed it..."

Two figures sat cross-legged on the green cloud. One of them, an old man wearing black and white Taoist robes and holding a horsetail whisk, looked every bit the immortal master as he kept muttering, his hands continuously performing calculations without pause.

"Not here, not here either... It's already co to this, my good disciple, are you even still alive?"

"Could you really have died without a burial place together with that little bride? Tsk—I never thought my disciple, though so young, wouldn't even get the chance to open his eyes and see the world."

The old Taoist appeared to have an immortal deanor, but his words were utterly unreliable. Hearing this, the figure sitting cross-legged nearby spoke up, "That won't happen, they will be safe and sound—"

"Hard to say, hard to say! This is clearly evil spirits causing trouble, obscuring the heavenly secrets! Why is my good disciple's fate so bitter!" The old Taoist shook his head vigorously and looked back at the speaking figure. "I say, Brother Zhang, how can you truly trust that female ghost so completely?"

Brother Zhang—

The other figure sitting cross-legged on the green cloud was none other than Blind Zhang!!

No one knew exactly how he had managed to survive.

Compared to before, his energy was much weaker, his body covered with unhealed wounds everywhere, making him appear even more aged, but fortunately, his life had been preserved.

Blind Zhang opened his eyes with their faint haze and said, "I naturally trust that child. Only she ca alone, and she established a blood contract—even without it, I would still trust her."

"Ah—" The old Taoist sighed deeply, with a hint of frustration at soone failing to et expectations. "You don't know the specific Fate Configuration of my obedient disciple! If he were just an ordinary lone star descending to the mortal world, that would be one thing, but he's not. For those demonic and ghostly types, he can only be the highest grade of heavenly treasure..."

"Even those ancient, troubleso beings still covet and crave him desperately. She's just a mountain-dwelling resentful ghost with lingering Yin energy—even with a contract in place, how could she possibly resist?!"

It wasn't that the Old Heavenly Master was unwilling to trust the Ghost Bride.

But he clearly knew how terrifying that fatal spiritual attraction was—enough to destroy everything.

Even if the Ghost Bride's remaining soul didn't want to harm anyone, she would still be manipulated and influenced by the flesh's screaming desire to devour, ultimately committing an irreparable act.

The mont of transition between the old and new eras of heaven and earth was approaching. What should they do if they still couldn't find him?

The old Taoist's face showed sorrow as he put away his careless deanor. Though he could suppress countless demons and evil spirits with a re wave of his hand, at this mont he wanted to cry like a young girl.

His wrinkled old face was truly not a pleasant sight. "Wuwuwu, my good disciple, I never thought I'd wait my whole life for you only to finally find you, and now I can't even see your face. Master has truly failed you..."

Just as he was beating his chest in despair, the copper coins in his bosom suddenly cracked, as if sensing sothing.

"Hmm?" The old Taoist imdiately noticed sothing unusual and quickly put away his sorrowful expression.

He pointed at his chest, and a stream of essential blood shot from his mouth. The old Taoist pinched the blood and drew incredibly mysterious talismans, then continuously perford calculations with his fingers—

After a few breaths, the Old Heavenly Master's eyes shone with excitent. He pointed directly south and exclaid joyfully, "Alive! My obedient disciple is indeed still alive!!"

"Brother Zhang, your body isn't in good condition, take it slow. I can't wait another mont!!—"

The old Taoist directly descended from the green cloud, his footwork exquisite as he instantly executed a movent technique, vanishing like a startling cloud.

"Good disciple, your master is coming!!! Hold on!—"