A Reincarnator's Nightmare

One shadow after another crawled out of the pill furnace, advancing on the Reincarnators throughout Imperial Capital City.

An indescribable aura of evil and murderous intent clung to them. Like layer upon layer of dark clouds, they pressed down on everyone's hearts.

"What the hell are those things?"

The Reincarnators who first came into contact with the black shadows jumped in fright. They had disguised themselves as gods, driven away Evil Spirits, and basked in the joy of saving others. Never had they imagined that such a bone-chilling presence would suddenly rise in their own hearts.

They jerked their heads up and saw ghastly white features and wooden expressions. They also saw people they had never expected, people they had never imagined would appear.

Miss White Wine was the first to go pale. The moment she saw several figures appear at the end of the long street, her face turned as white as paper.

They were Nu'er Hong, Die Da Jiu, Dao Hua Xiang...

These Reincarnators had clearly been sealed by Sweet Potato Shochu with paper money and shut away in the Iron Coffin. The plan was to finish handling matters here, then interrogate them properly.

Yet who could have guessed that all four of them would now be standing right in front of her, safe and sound?

She had laid a spell inside the Iron Coffin. If anyone broke out, she would have sensed it beforehand. But she hadn't. The four who had been sealed away had simply appeared, safe and sound.

The other Reincarnators were in the same boat.

One person was dancing the yangge when he suddenly realized that, at some point, the gongs and drums around him had fallen silent. Everything had become utterly still. Then the clear, raspy sound of a wooden window creaking open