The few of us had already suffered injuries in many places.
But we maintained our formation and kept advancing...
And the farther forward we went, the denser, more numerous, and more powerful the vicious ghosts became...
We were also getting injured more and more often.
Suddenly, an evil ghost seized Zhang Yuchen by the throat, and Mao Jing cut it down with a single sword strike.
As the ghost burst apart, chain-like marks appeared around Zhang Yuchen's neck.
Those were definitely not marks that could have been left by a ghost choking him.
They looked more like wounds left behind by some kind of chain or vine wrapping around him.
Seeing this, I could almost confirm my suspicion.
What was attacking us wasn't some ghost—it was some kind of plant.
There was only one Ghost Bridegroom Flower in this residence.
It had to be that thing creating this killing trap...
Suddenly, Pan Ling pointed fiercely straight ahead while making an enormous gesture.
Honestly, I couldn't understand exactly what Pan Ling meant.
But she was probably trying to say that there was something huge ahead of us—the thing we were looking for.
The three of us exchanged a glance and charged forward, fighting fiercely.
We tore open a path through the ghost horde.
But the instant that path opened, we saw something that filled us with terror.
Not far ahead, a small old man stood silently, covered from head to toe in blood.
Looking closely, I realized it was my master...
"Master!"
I shouted instinctively, but there was still no sound.
Mao Jing, Zhang Yuchen, and the others also stared wide-eyed in shock, unable to believe what they were seeing.
Then the ghost horde surged toward us again.
My blood-soaked master raised his head.
His face was smeared with blood, a