A flock of crows clattered through ancient trees, while half-blue ghostfire flickered as new ghosts wailed.
Bai Yujun was delighted. She had only ever heard humans sing and perform operas; she had never seen a ghost opera before. Her luck was truly excellent. The Ghostly Entity sang quite well—if only it had not trembled and quavered like that, sounding like ghosts crying. What a pity she had not brought any paper money to reward it.
Old Hui Xian straightened his state of mind and began to enjoy the opera. There was nothing to fear.
Could these Ghostly Entities in the barren mountains possibly be more frightening than a gigantic snake demon? Legend had it that Wang Family Village had been smashed to ruins by this very creature with dark clouds. How could mere ghosts be stronger than a giant snake?
The opera onstage dared not stop, and the Ghostly Entities around them did not dare leave. Perhaps this was the first time they had been coerced.
In the past, mountain folk who occasionally entered the mountains and were lured in by the stage would suffer a great loss of Vital Energy even if they did not die. Who would have thought that the wheel of fortune would turn, leaving dozens of Ghostly Entities so frightened that they did not dare move?
Bai Yujun had not brought any melon seeds, but fortunately, she still had a lump of salt left.
"Scrape... scrape..."
Nothing in the world made a snake happier than licking salt. One lick was better than drinking fine wine. Watching an opera while eating snacks—and best of all, it cost nothing.
After a long while, an old woman with yellow hair emerged from behind the stage. She glanced at Bai Yujun, then walked over trembling.
"Greetings, Senior. Please spare