"Did it fail?"
At this moment.
Restless souls wandered on the vast road, and not far from this road, a young man, about twenty years old, suddenly lost consciousness and collapsed to the ground.
His skin began to rapidly turn a dark, ashen gray, and his facial features gradually blurred, as if he were about to disappear.
Yet, the fallen Liu Qi still clung tightly to the ghostly woman before him.
These three ghostly women, tall and slender with graceful figures, looked like beauties if their heads were covered, but disturbingly, one of them only had a pair of ghastly white eyes, another only a bright red lip, and the last one only a pair of pallid ears.
At this moment, the three eerie women held hands, trapping Liu Qi and the fallen Seow Yang in the middle.
A certain dreadful, lethal supernatural force made it impossible for the ghost handler to resist.
Seow Yang was already dead, and Liu Qi was about to follow.
