The wind on the rooftop suddenly picked up, gusts of cold air blowing in through the windows, making the bonfire sway back and forth.
The female ghost hung mid-air like a bell, silently watching the scene, her pale face completely expressionless.
Lai Xiaowu turned his head to grin wickedly at the female ghost, "Bitch, you satisfied now? You happy as hell, huh?"
The female ghost chuckled darkly, "There's still five left!"
Lai Xiaowu's mouth twitched; spotting the fallen yellow cloth on the ground, a plan struck him. He rolled over, snatched up the yellow cloth, and lunged at the female ghost, trying to cover her with it.
The female ghost was indeed wary, quickly dodging to the side.
Lai Xiaowu shouted at his men, "What are you waiting for? Move your ass, or you're dead meat!"
Lai San and four big thugs immediately tried to bolt after Lai Xiaowu.
But five long strands of hair shot out, instantly wrapping around their legs and slamming them face-first into the ground.
