My face was pale. I could only control four six-tribulation spirit ghosts to keep their heads down and hurry along, with no intention of paying any attention to the great ghost coming toward me. It was the only choice I had—surely I couldn't take the initiative to go up and greet him?
"Hey..." The great ghost called out from within the dark cloud, trying to stop me. I ignored him and continued on my way, but then he called out again.
"Hm?" I couldn't keep going without stopping anymore. The other party had clearly singled me out, knowing he was looking for me. After answering, I turned my head and soon saw the great ghost extend a hideous ghost face. Its skin was deathly pale, without the slightest trace of blood, and its eyes were emerald green. Altogether, it looked just like a corpse that had been left in a frozen place for several days.
"Sir..." After the skinny male ghost floated out, he saw me sitting on a piece of iron door panel, carried by several ghosts. He revealed a row of sinister green teeth. I closed my Heaven's Eye and no longer intended to use any magic power, which made him look considerably more presentable.
The ghosts here were much the same as the ghosts of the Netherworld. If you looked at him with an eight-tribulation Heaven's Eye, you could see his every feature clearly. But if you lowered your vision below the level at which he could maintain his illusion, what you saw would be the image he had touched up.
The male ghost's appearance was fairly ordinary. Behind him, several female ghosts were carrying a sedan chair for one person and flying after him. It seemed that this male ghost had come specifically for me.
"Where