"Disperse, disperse." The Mystic Masters saw the sky darkening and thought Master Chen must have had some skills to fend them off somehow.
Although Jiang Xing and Ji Lingfeng were a bit reluctant, they saw that even the ancient corpse had been summoned, yet there was no trace of Master Chen, so they knew no miracle would happen tonight.
So they reluctantly left the place.
After they left, the Wandering Ghosts came closer, and the villagers, seeing so many Mystic Masters leave and only a little girl remaining, were terrified and followed the Mystic Masters away en masse.
Yun Qi sat on a small stool, watching the slow and heavy footsteps of the Wild Ghosts with a bit of urgency.
As expected, after being a ghost for so long, their reactions are sluggish.
Finally, the Wandering Ghosts reached the front, forming a small circle, surrounded by countless Ghost Shadows.
Pale ghostly claws stretched out, giving off an eerie sense as if trying to drag someone into Hell.
