Before I could explain, all those faces had crowded at the far end of the wall, each one straining to peer into the doorway.
The wall's surface was stretched to its limit, and then those faces emerged, one after another, standing in a dark mass at the doorway, gazing eerily at the people inside.
Each of them had bluish-black skin, bulging blood vessels, and died with their eyes wide open.
By now, Linglan could understand perfectly well. She roared in fury, "You dare defy me? How dare you! I am your master!"
She turned around, picked up an incense stick from the shrine, lit a talisman, and muttered incantations.
This is a soul-refining incantation; she wants to make those things that try to devour their master suffer a backlash.
The ghosts were indeed frightened and retreated.
They are tormented like this day after day; it is a fear etched into their souls that makes them utterly incapable of resisting.
Linglan pondered for a moment. These ghosts wouldn't act so strangely for no reason. What exactly happened?
She couldn't help but do some quick calculations, and sure enough, Ruan Mingzhuo had already gone to the north of the city to intercept Chu Yuqi.
“I still don’t feel safe. Maybe Ruan Mingzhuo is up to something. I have to ask the gods.” Linglan walked to the shrine.
Just then, the door was suddenly kicked open with great force.
Ming Zhuo led Xie Xiao and Gu Xu in, walking in with great arrogance.
"Don't ask, I'll tell you myself."
Linglan was completely stunned, her eyes flashing with hatred: "Ruan Mingzhuo, it's you!"
Wen Shaoan was also stunned. How could this be?
"Surprised? Unexpected? Your home was robbed and you're still gloating? I never thought you were so stupid." Xie Xiao stepped forward and spoke. She felt that she had mastered the essence of Ming's speech. She was very arrogant and exuded a powerful aura.
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