Granny raised both arms, her movements light and graceful, like a dance, her ten fingers tracing smooth arcs through the air.
Two silver-white flexible swords flew from her wide sleeves.
As she danced, the white silk ribbons wrapped around her slender arms rose up, like clouds from a rainbow robe—lively and spirited.
Though all the female ghosts called her Granny, when she took human form, she did not look old. Her cloudlike hair was piled high, and she wore a palace gown that hugged her figure, its robes outlining her graceful curves. Her skin was white as snow, flawless and fair, giving her something of an immortal's bearing and jade-boned elegance.
"You still dare to play at ghosts and gods."
White Dragon curled her five fingers slightly, and a longsword appeared out of thin air. She grasped it in hand, its tip blazing with crimson light.
The intent of the Rising Sun spread outward, illuminating the entire red mansion. The female ghosts fled at the mere sight of it; those too slow were directly forced back into their true forms by the light of dawn.
Screams and foul stench rose one after another. The red mansion's shifting lights and shadows wavered, revealing its ruined, sinister true appearance. Every female ghost looked grotesque, while the feast spread across the tables turned into spiders, frogs, and maggots.
The few livestock who had held out until now and had yet to be drained dry turned pale. Thinking of something, they did not flee at once, but lowered their heads and retched, vomiting chunks of multicolored rotten flesh.
When they saw the maggots writhing in that rotten meat, they vomited even harder.
"How disgusting. I'm about to throw up too..."
Xiang Yuan's face looked awful, and he dry-heaved twice as well. Seeing White Dragon