Meng Xiaolou pointed at Ximen Tinghua, who was frozen in place, and laughed. "He is."
Ximen Tinghua couldn't move, but his eyes darted around. He was shouting in his heart, yet couldn't make a sound. It was enough to drive anyone crazy.
The girl's expression shifted between light and dark. She gave Tang Shisan a cold snort. "You think you can ruin my plans? Or are you tired of living, too?"
Tang Shisan held her spirit sword and blew across its blade.
Whoosh! Just then, a mountain breeze swept past, turning her breath into a streak of Sword Qi that blew toward the girl standing before Ximen Tinghua.
She plucked the sword with her finger and barked, "Let him go, and I'll spare your life."
Seeing Tang Shisan appear, Meng Xiaolou simply put away the sword in his hand and pointed at the girl. "Don't let her looks fool you. She's probably an Old Devil."
The girl sneered. "You're the Old Devil. Don't forget, this is my territory!"
With that, she waved her hand. The black banners behind her surged, and shadowy figures crowded together. Who knew how many demons and ghosts were coming out of the darkness?
In the blink of an eye, they had surrounded all three of them.
Tang Shisan and Meng Xiaolou were stunned. Clearly, neither of them had expected to face such beings. Were they spirits and monsters, or yin entities and ghosts?
Ximen Tinghua, still frozen in place, was sweating with anxiety. He thought, Wang Xian, don't you dare get me killed. My wife's waiting for me to come home for dinner.
Tang Shisan drew a breath, focusing more of her attention on the girl.
She was determined to break through in one fell swoop and recover her former realm. The demons and ghosts