Fang Xiaoxia sat in the car, eyes wide as she trembled.
She too had seen those people who looked like puppet zombies, and heard Luo Jiu's furious rebuke.
The youth's family had sent people?
The fairies had gathered, staging a night parade of a hundred ghosts to back up their young master; the Queen had even emerged from the Land of Illusions with a sword in hand?
Yet the ghostly, monstrous appearance of these people shattered Fang Xiaoxia's fantasies. Her scalp tingled as she recalled Bai Zhou's words—"seeing ghosts"—
Could these people truly have come from the underworld, where ghosts and monsters gathered?
Fang Xiaoxia's emotions were in turmoil.
However.
Bai Zhou was the one truly seeing ghosts at this moment.
"Bloody hell—"
The hand gripping Bai Zhou's Purple Gold Horse Saber tightened ever so slightly.
The violet gold blade no longer pointed solely at Luo Jiu and the others ahead. It turned faintly to the side instead, while the corner of Bai Zhou's eye remained locked on this group of Uninvited Guests who seemed to have drifted in with the fog from behind and to the side.
Their similar attire stirred certain suspicions in Bai Zhou's heart, but he felt none of the joy of encountering an old acquaintance in a foreign land. He knew these people could not possibly be visitors from Evening City.
Evening City had long since become ruins. It was gone. He had seen it with his own eyes.
And robes of that style were not something even Evening City's Black Robe Grand Elder wore often. He only donned them during certain large-scale rituals, as though they represented some special status.
Bai Zhou had only seen them once or twice, but they had left a deep impression on him.
Yet these people, who looked like