"It's just a stray dog." Shen Nanshuang's eyes were slightly cold.

However, the expressions of the ghosts present changed, and they looked at Tineifu with worried eyes.

Shen Nanshuang didn't want to listen to his nonsense anymore. Today she wanted to make an example of him to scare the monkeys. She concentrated her spiritual power and controlled the silver thread to tighten it violently.

The silver threads cut through Ti Neifu's body, but he gritted his teeth and didn't even cry out in pain.

At this moment, a loud noise was heard throughout the inn.

The gate was blown open, and what came into view was a group of ghosts that looked no different from humans.

The leading man was muscular and bearded, looking ferocious, like a lion king ready to strike.

Next to the rough man was an old man with blue hair.

When the rough man's eyes fell on Tinefu, his pupils suddenly shrank and he roared angrily: "You bunch of bastards, you want to kill my brother? Do you think I don't exist?!"

The rough man's strength suddenly increased, so terrifyingly that he pounced towards Shen Nanshuang like a wild beast!

Shen Nanshuang was slightly startled. Where did this ghost come from?!

At this moment, the ghosts' eyes suddenly lit up, their mouths opened wide, and their excitement could not be described in words. It was... their patriarch Tinedun who returned!

Outside the inn, a charming man in a loose red robe was leaning lazily against a pillar. He had a casual smile on his face, which made him look very amorous.

He was biting a spiritual fruit at the moment.

"Leading a group of ghosts with poor directions is such a difficult task..."