"It seemed like we hit someone."
Old Monk Kongxin hit the brakes and stopped the car on the road.
He had just been about to see what was going on.
Then he found that the person who had been sent flying slowly got back to his feet. The man's gaze was numb and hollow, and his entire body was bluish. Yet after being sent flying by a speeding car, he had not suffered the slightest injury.
After staggering to his feet, he did not even glance at the car. He walked toward another fork in the road by the roadside.
He quickly disappeared from the three men's sight.
"He doesn't look like a Vicious Ghost. He seems more like an Awakened with mental problems. This person is wandering openly in the street. Could it be that there really aren't any evil spirits nearby?" Old Monk Kongxin watched the man leave with a solemn expression.
Normally speaking,
the Supernatural Aura nearby should already have been very dense.
All around them was filled with a gloomy, strange, ominous, and terrifying atmosphere.
This kind of atmosphere could not be observed with one's eyes, nose, or ears. It was instead a kind of mental perception.
A good place could make people feel relaxed and happy as soon as they entered.
In a bad place, people would feel uncomfortable all over after entering, shiver for no reason, grow restless and suspicious, and not want to stay for even a moment.
"He isn't alive."
Jiang Qiao swept his gaze over him.
"He has qi and blood on him, but it's very unreal and completely out of place with his surroundings. This is a ghost story."
There was one more thing he had not finished saying: this ghost story was no simple matter. It was probably more