This time, Revered Netherworld Soul no longer put on a brave front.
It was not that he did not want to; he simply did not even have the strength to speak.
At this moment, he felt as though he had lost all sensation.
Only that cloying, pungent stench of rotting corpses remained in his nostrils!
All he could do was close his eyes, lest the ghosts steal his mind.
At the same time, he silently recited every evil-banishing incantation he knew, waiting for both sides to leave...
Who knew how long passed.
It seemed the incantations had truly worked.
The suona horns and the gongs and drums gradually faded away.
The greasy stench of rotting corpses in the air also vanished.
The corners of Revered Netherworld Soul's mouth could not help lifting as he secretly thought:
Fortunately, this old man is experienced. Even in the face of such a baleful omen, I can still remain unharmed...
With that thought, he slowly opened his eyes.
Yet who would have thought—
Eight white ghosts carrying a coffin and eight red ghosts carrying a sedan chair had formed a circle around him, all staring at him with exceedingly bizarre smiles!
They looked exactly like predators toying with their prey!
They had not left at all...
The vanished sounds were an illusion, and the vanished smell was an illusion too!
A pretense...
It had all been a pretense!
All to trick him into opening his eyes!
Revered Netherworld Soul's scalp went numb, and his legs trembled like sieves.
He wanted to close his eyes again, but it was already too late.
With a swish,
The red and white processions converged.
Revered Netherworld Soul was stuffed into a black coffin, unable to move an inch.
He knew what awaited him—
Once these little ghosts carried