Pei Ling's expression changed. He immediately saw that, apart from himself, the fine threads also connected Yan Minghua beside him, the ground and earthen walls in sight, and all the Ghostly Beings the other party had summoned.
At that moment, the Crimson Powder Bride gently raised her slender, delicate fingers, dancing rapidly as if plucking the strings of a zither...
In an instant, Pei Ling felt his body gradually slipping from his control, like a puppet on strings. His expression turned cold, and he spoke in a sinister, eerie voice: "Zhou!"
The moment his words fell, the Crimson Powder Bride's entire body began to rot. The taut threads slackened slightly, and their control rapidly weakened.
Seizing the opportunity, Pei Ling wasted no time in activating the Flag of Punishing Evil in his hand.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
A fierce wind sprang from nowhere, sweeping toward all the threads.
Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang...
Amid a rapid clatter like iron striking against iron in a sudden downpour, a mass of threads snapped. Pei Ling immediately activated the Sun Erosion Secret Record, transforming into a pale, fluttering Ghostly Being made of human skin.
Then he opened his mouth and spoke in an elusive voice: "This place has no master. It must choose one."
"The new master of this place must be someone who can hang from a rope."
"The new master of this place must have a lovely, delicate skin that's as fair as a flower and tender enough to break at a touch!"
"The new master of this place must be someone who can be made into beautiful clothes."
As the Ghostly Being of human skin that Pei Ling had become spoke, the Crimson Powder Bride's entire body stiffened. The pale skin on her fingertips, dangling from her sleeves, wriggled as if