When Ma Hehua said this, everyone around gasped. This question was far too taboo.
Looking at the female ghost again, a hint of annoyance flashed in her eyes.
Ma Hehua seemed oblivious, and after glancing at the female ghost's thin clothing, she said, "Don't you have any clothes to wear? I think the tablecloth on this table is quite nice; you can use it."
The female ghost's lips twitched, her heart burning with rage.
Ghosts have no sense of hot or cold; how could this foolish human utter such absurd words?
Moreover, she dared to inquire about the cause of her own death, which was the greatest desecration of the deceased.
The female ghost's white clothes began to flutter without wind, her long hair danced wildly, and the surrounding air seemed to be distorted by her anger.
Her eyes flashed with an eerie red light, and her already pale face became even more ferocious, as if she wanted to devour Ma Hehua alive.
Ma Hehua remained relaxed, but her eyes held a cold and bloodthirsty glint as she unconsciously reached for the large knife behind her back, preparing to launch a sneak attack.
Everyone around held their breath, watching the man and the ghost with bated breath, no one knowing what would happen next.
"Aren't you afraid of me?"
A hint of surprise flashed in the female ghost's eyes. She could sense the abnormal yin energy emanating from Ma Hehua, which made her more cautious, and her originally surging killing intent temporarily subsided.
"Afraid of you? Do I look that weak?" Ma Hehua sneered and suddenly stood up.
Her figure appeared exceptionally resolute in the firelight, and the fearlessness in her eyes made those around her somewhat dazed, as if she were the one who controlled everything at that moment.
Ma Hehua looked around warily, her brows furrowed. The atmosphere in the dance hall was becoming increasingly eerie; the bloodstains on the walls seemed to come alive, slowly writhing as if writing some ancient and malevolent incantation.
She thought to herself, "I wonder which idiot tampered with it and opened the gate to the underworld."
Once the gates of the underworld open, the balance between the realms of Yin and Yang is broken, allowing all sorts of wandering spirits to seize the opportunity to enter the human world.
The yin energy here was so dense that even the yin fire seemed to be affected, its color turning a ghostly blue, and countless ghostly faces seemed to be struggling within the flickering flames.
The vengeful spirits in the mirror crashed even more frantically, and cracks appeared on the mirror surface, as if it would shatter at any moment, releasing the evil spirits.
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