"A new...Gatekeeper?" Hearing this voice, Ye Haochuan felt a bit creepy. He wanted to run, but couldn't move at all, so he secretly let the Purple Lotus Spirit Flame swirl up.
Unexpectedly, those ghostly hands seemed to be made of Vajra, showing no reaction whatsoever.
"Oh? Such a weak cultivation!" The voice inside the gate suddenly sounded a bit disappointed.
Ye Haochuan couldn't turn his head, but through the Heavenly Eye, he could see an old head poking out from the depths of the great door.
This head was unidentifiable as male or female, with only a thin layer of black skin over bones, like a Ferocious Ghost just emerging from Hell.
The head examined Ye Haochuan for a moment, then spoke again in a ghostly tone: "Oh well, though the cultivation isn't high, being able to reach here surely means you have some skills."
As these words were said, the mummy suddenly raised its head and exchanged a glance with the head, with hollow eyes seemingly sparking with a fire of hope.
