Ghostly Wails

A strange hall stretched wide and flat. A dim halo flowed around them, and every time the oil lamp above Han Fen's head swayed, the halo rose and fell with it. It was as if they were deep beneath the water.

"I told you there were ghosts here," Han Fen whispered.

Old Man Mu struggled twice before jumping to the ground. The effects of the paralyzing drug had worn off. Although his internal force had yet to recover, he could move freely again. "What the hell is this? It's made me dizzy and disoriented."

"Crystal—this entire place is crystal." Deng Yuanlei's voice trembled with excitement. Lü Mian had already woken up. The two men happened to have injured legs on opposite sides, and they supported each other to keep their balance.

"Shh, there really are ghosts here. The last time I came in, ghostly shadows darted everywhere, and there were frightening sounds, like this." Han Fen made a noise like a crying baby.

She was clearly terrified of ghosts, but nobody took her words seriously. Old Man Mu comforted her, "Don't be afraid. This old man is overflowing with yang energy—one of me is worth ten ordinary men. Ghosts wouldn't dare come near."

"Really? Then I'll stick with you."

Gu Shenwei also jumped to the ground. He had exhausted his internal force delivering a palm strike to Lü Mian, so his recovery was the slowest.

The paralyzing drug in the four men's bodies had already worn off ahead of time, but they possessed only ordinary strength. Han Fen did not care. Her mind was filled entirely with how to avoid the ghosts and the hall master.

Lü Mian stiffly warned her, "Han Fen, be careful. The Dragon King still has his internal force. Indra Incense has no effect on him."