They followed that devilry cultivator and walked in. Along the way, they met many wandering ghosts. Maybe due to the devilry cultivator leading the way, the ghosts didn't dare to approach. However, many pairs of eyes were watching the three of them.
As they walked along, a cluster of moss green will-o'-the-wisps started glowing on both sides of the previously dark and dim road and lighting up the winding path. In the midst of the dense fog, they saw something that looked like a mansion in front of them.
Even though the mansion seemed to be right before their eyes, after a long walk, they still couldn't get closer.
Following close behind Feng Jiu, Xiang Hua swept his gaze over the floating ghosts. He was struck by their familiar faces. When he took a careful look, he saw that each of the ghosts had on a white robe and their hair was scattered loose on their shoulders. Some wore blood-stained robes. They were drifting in the air as if they did not know where they were going…
