Returned

The moment this male ghost appeared, everyone present was terrified.

Of course. Who saw ghosts every day for no reason? Precisely because they were so rarely seen, every one of them turned pale with fright.

One of the men saw the ghostly figure and kept crying, "Don't kill me!" as he staggered several steps back. His pants were already soaked.

He had not fainted, but when Master Yang saw that the men he had paid to hire were scared witless, he thought, What a bunch of useless trash!

Looking beside him, at a time like this, only Chen Feng remained calm. Master Yang secretly thought that Taoists really were reliable.

Of course, Master Yang himself was trembling all over in fear. Though this was his son, he was still a ghost.

"Father, you never expected me to come back, did you? Heh heh..."

The ghostly figure let out a miserable laugh and drifted toward Master Yang. Master Yang felt as though he had fallen into an ice cellar, his entire body turning cold.

His son's eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets, and the blood vessels were clearly visible. Though he was only a ghostly figure, he looked like a living corpse. Anyone who saw him would be terrified.

"Don't come any closer! Son, you died on your own! It had nothing to do with me! Don't come over..."

Master Yang was utterly at a loss. Hiding behind Chen Feng, he had already begun begging for mercy.

The ghost sneered. "My dear father, others may not know how I died, but do you not know? Come keep me company, together with me..."

Master Yang's face turned deathly pale. His daughter-in-law had also hidden far away, trembling uncontrollably.

Others could hide, but Chen Feng could not, because he was a