"Human, how did you discover me? I had concealed my aura perfectly."
That Nether Ghost stood in midair, staring at Xia Ping in utter confusion. It believed that by possessing a human and concealing its aura, its disguise had been seamless—there was no way a human should have discovered it.
Yet this human before it had seen through its disguise in an instant. It simply could not fathom why.
"Perfect?"
Hearing this, Xia Ping immediately laughed. "In my eyes, the ghostly aura on you is like the sun in the middle of the night. No matter how you hide it, you can't hide it."
Before his Hell Golden Crow Eye, a Nether Ghost's little tricks were utterly useless.
"Besides, ghostly aura is soaring into the heavens throughout this entire town. I suppose all the humans in this town were killed by you." Xia Ping narrowed his eyes and looked dangerously at the group of people—no, it should have been a group of Nether Ghosts.
"No way, Dangtu Town has three thousand people. They're all dead? Slaughtered by the Nether Ghosts?!"
"Then what exactly is going on with these people? Were they all possessed by Nether Ghosts?"
"Damn it, three thousand ordinary people! Were they all wiped out by these Nether Ghosts, with not a single survivor?!"
Meng Nan and the others were horrified. Hatred, grief, and other emotions surfaced deep within their eyes, while boundless fury brewed in their hearts. Though they had never met the people of this town, they were all human.
And now they had all been killed by these Nether Ghosts. The old, the young, and the women had not been spared—every last one had been slaughtered.
They could not help but feel the sorrow of a rabbit dead and a fox grieving. A heartfelt rage