Yunxi had suffered the lightest injuries of the four. Protected by Golden Armor, she had not drained all the spiritual power within her. When the black hole spat her out, she remained conscious enough to swiftly retrieve the Seven-Star Deadly Staff into her Dantian, gripping the Nine Nether Underworld Dragon Umbrella to slow her descent.
Ten minutes later, Yunxi landed steadily on an antique long street. It was nighttime, and the street was silent. Only red and white lanterns hung beneath the eaves of the shops on either side, their light, together with the faint moonlight, illuminating the stone-paved road.
Yunxi first tried releasing her divine sense, then frowned. Her divine sense was heavily suppressed and could only cover the range of the Golden Core stage. Then she raised her brows, having discovered something that should not have appeared on a street like this.
Just then, a night watchman struck his clapper and called out loudly:
"Third watch of the night, all is safe and well!"
He called it twice in succession. When he shouted it a third time, he suddenly screamed:
"Ghost!!!"
The scream was incredibly piercing. Even from some distance away, Yunxi heard it clearly. She rubbed her ears and slowly made her way toward the watchman.
When Yunxi arrived, she found a weathered middle-aged man in gray work clothes struggling on the ground, his face filled with terror as he tried to evade a female ghost in red drifting toward him.
Yunxi looked at the red-clad female ghost. Her hair hung loose and disheveled, revealing only her deathly pale chin. Her long red dress could not conceal her bare feet. A string of black bells was fastened around her ankle, jingling as she floated. The sound carried far down the long street, making the skin crawl.
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