Those souls who were loyal, unwavering, and willing to die for Ziming all stopped in mid-air.
As the ghost money dissipated, it gradually moved towards the attic wall.
Soon, an entire row of walls was filled with souls standing in an orderly manner.
Ziming's smile froze, and his Ge You-like posture became increasingly awkward.
"This...this...how much ghost money can be used to achieve this."
No matter how hard it tried, it couldn't figure out how much money it would take to bribe these men.
But it’s no use thinking about these things now.
Because he swallowed several souls and Ziming's ghostly shadow, a silver light shone between the armor on his body.
The knife at his waist was broken, leaving only the scabbard.
The armor was also broken, revealing a strong upper body.
After a while, a loose cloak began to form on the upper body. The edge of the black cloak was dark red stripes.
At the neck, a deep red iron collar appeared.
The scabbard was also tied with a dark red rope, but the knife was broken and never put back together.
Only the scabbard remains.
His height also gradually decreased to less than two meters, about 1.9 meters.
Lin Fan also wore a cloak, which was draped over his shoulders and moved without wind.
The pain gradually subsided, and the ghost raised his eyes slightly. Just one glance made Bai Ling'er, who was watching everything, feel her heart skip a beat.
"No wonder Ziming said you were so weak and cute."
The ghost stood up, ignoring everything, and said coldly:
"From today on, call me Huihun Theater, Ying Ziming!"
“…”
Lin Fan and the others all stared at it in silence. The atmosphere changed from majestic at the beginning to awkward and embarrassing at the end.
Seeing this, Guiying jumped up and said:
"Why isn't it as cool as when it shouts? Is it because these little ghosts aren't cooperating?"
"You scumbag, give me some ghost money and let them circle around me twice!"
“…”
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