Counting them carefully, there must be dozens of ghost fires, flitting around the numerous tombstones like living creatures.
There are also a few people squatting among them.
Damn!
I already said I wouldn't speak, yet I was still forced out.
This is way too dangerous, either living dead or underworld souls and fierce ghosts. This time we've certainly stirred up a hornet's nest of ghosts. Why can't we just stay safely in Gu'an County?
Why come out at all!
"Honored guest."
A little servant's voice rang beside my ear:
"Are you feeling better?"
"Hmm." Under the mask, Fang Zheng nodded blankly:
"Much better."
"Then, can you take off the thing on your head?" the servant whispered:
"My master is entertaining guests, and I'm afraid your appearance might disturb them. Also... it scares me a little."
Hmm?
Fang Zheng was taken aback before coming to his senses.
Indeed, his current appearance was eerily strange, like a serial killer straight out of a scream movie, holding a knife.
