When darkness fell, the power of lost souls became stronger than during the day, as if there were red mist burning here.
The wailing finally ceased.
Wen Yan lifted his head and looked into the distance. The Pawnbroker lay on the ground; his body had already turned into a mummy and crumbled to dust when the wind blew.
His feeble soul was pulled out, torn apart by the angry lost souls. Before it was shredded, he wanted to say something, but his already blurred consciousness prevented him from speaking.
Having dealt with the Shopkeeper and Pawnbroker, the lost souls that had lingered for a day rushed to the nearest town and quickly dealt with any fugitives brought in there.
When the long river returned, a prompt appeared before Wen Yan's eyes.
"You have annihilated a despised force.
Under the Pawnbroker, the Shopkeeper, the Rich, and all Managers were destroyed by you.
You have also ended an extremely ancient profession.
