Ring Hall

Han Fen's teeth chattered, and the oil lamp above her head wavered. One hand covered her mouth, the other steadied the lamp. She was so terrified she couldn't get half a sentence out.

The other four were startled too, but they didn't believe in ghosts. Old Man Mu even forgot he had no inner power and charged forward, shouting, "You're asking for death!"

He expected to reach the bamboo pole in a rush, but managed only a single leap. The bamboo pole seemed to get scared and vanished into the passage in an instant. That convinced the four of them even more that it was a person, not a ghost: when they had entered through the stone door, the bamboo pole had split into two figures.

Deng Yuanlei, however, remembered something even more terrifying. He whispered, "They're experts. We can't beat them."

Lü Mian snorted without answering him. Instead, he asked, "Han Fen, did the Master of the Masses leave guards here?"

"I... I... don't know." Han Fen lowered her hand and, with great effort, squeezed out four words. Then she looked at the Dragon King in terror. "They're really people?"

Gu Shenwei nodded. "Even if they're ghosts, there's no need to be afraid. Look, they love playing around. They're not scary at all."

"Oh, right." Han Fen stopped trembling at once and took a few steps as if nothing had happened. Suddenly, she threw back her head and shouted, "Big ghosts, little ghosts, come on out! I'm not afraid!"

Her voice echoed. No people or ghosts appeared.

"Oh? Turns out they're just cowards. Ha ha!" Han Fen grew smug and laughed out loud. Then she turned to the Dragon King for help again. "What do we do now? We can't get out! If we're late getting to the Western