In the dark abyss, only the light from the church's flames illuminated everything around us. Across the plain, the firelight threw the trees' shadows into a hazy, swaying dance, like eight-clawed demons choosing whom to devour. With every passing second, the darkness seemed to deepen. Yet the old speaker still did not reveal themself.
"Don't hesitate. Kill the two corpse ghosts first!" Li Poxiao stared fixedly at the two little ghost children, his eyes filled with pure, unshakable resolve, as though he had been born fearless of death.
I swept a glance over the two children and everyone present, then said coldly into the darkness, "You hide your head and show no tail, yet you want us to leave these two corpse ghosts alive. What makes you think I'll do as you say?"
The two corpse ghosts let out shrill, desperate cries. But the moment they heard that someone was coming to save them, their howls grew even more savage. Even within the Yin-Yang Conversion Formation, they kept battering their way outward!
"Heh heh... I know you're concerned about the people here. I cherish these two little ghosts I raised as well. Consider it a simple trade, child. There's no need for us all to fall out, is there?" After speaking, the old person emerged from the pitch-black forest.
My expression shifted slightly. They wore a mask and loose clothing, and their voice was old and gender-neutral. Perhaps because of that Ghost Dao mask, I could not determine whether they were a man or a woman.
More importantly, I could not even tell whether they were a physical body or an illusion. Zhou Shan's Ghost Dao mask had possessed that ability before. Killing someone from Ghost Dao was never easy, and with the celestial qi here so scarce, it would