In a desolate mountain rarely visited by humans, as the burial objects were removed, a pillar of light reaching to the sky swayed twice before suddenly vanishing into thin air.
Then, there was the whining of a chilly wind and the rumbling of thunder.
"Ghost Mother of the Nine Sons, hand over the history books of the Seven Kingdoms to me at once!"
"The swift have them, the slow do not. My noble rank is already that of the Ninth Level Five Doctors; rightfully, I should obtain this treasure.
Old Six Yang, you yourself are inadequate, who else can you blame for your slow promotion in ranks? Kikikiki..."
Two escape lights, one black and one red, chased after each other.
The one in the lead was a voluptuous and alluring young woman veiled in thin gauze.
Nine ghastly ghost infants with green faces and ferocious fangs circled around, continuously emitting nauseating "wah wah" cries.
