The house looked fine from the outside, but once we entered, we found out that wind leaked in from every direction. Water kept seeping through the ceiling, and some places had been struck through entirely, letting moonlight pour straight in. The ghosts slowly turned their heads. After discovering our presence, they all vanished without a trace.
Several of the little ghosts, only three or four years old, opened mouths full of sharp teeth and let out a shriek, but the larger ghosts carried them away. The big ghosts were easier to deal with. The little ones were far more troublesome. Their small bodies and swift speed were their advantages. I frowned. Ghosts capable of taking shape were usually not weak in cultivation. Escaping was not a sign that they feared death; they were waiting for a chance to attack.
Shang Wanqiu had once transformed from a ghost into a human as well. Seeing so many ghosts turn into sinister winds and vanish, she said, "Why don't we go outside and fight them head-on? There are all kinds of ghosts here, both big and small. Dealing with them is no different from dealing with the seventeen Crimson Blood assassins outside—in fact, they're even harder to handle. If what Crimson Blood said is true, and something terrifying is still hiding here, then we'll be in even greater trouble."
"Don't worry. We won't stay here for too long either. Once Yuan Ci and Sun Chongyang can't find us, things below will certainly descend into chaos, and they'll come looking for us too. When that happens, I refuse to believe the Crimson Blood people won't leave." There was strength in numbers. A dozen or so Crimson Blood members were nothing before a great army, so all I needed to do was hide with Shang