We cautiously revealed just our eyes and looked outside.
With that glance, we could see the side of the altar and the area beneath it. At that moment, it was densely packed with ghosts lying every which way, piled atop one another.
There were male and female ghosts, old ghosts, white people, Black people—at least four hundred of them.
They were pressed tightly together, seemingly unable to break free or leave the designated area.
They could only struggle and cry out endlessly...
"Mom! I want my mom!"
"It hurts! It hurts!"
"God, help me!"
"God, save me!"
"I want to eat a bite of kimchi!"
"..."
The cries came one after another, in different languages.
There were quite a few I could not understand, but I could see their pain and struggle...
I glanced at Aoi Yui. She was still observing.
At that moment, Zhang Yuchen spoke in a low voice:
"Brother Jiang, Brother Mao, at least half of these ghosts are our fellow countrymen. These Japanese onmyoji specifically target our people!"
"Brother Jiang, Senior Brother, what do we do next?"
Pan Ling spoke as well.
Just as Pan Ling finished speaking, the priest on the altar opened his mouth:
"Osōna yeo, ageru!"
"They've begun making offerings."
Mao Jing spoke from beside us.
The next second, the two statues on the altar suddenly emitted waves of black deathly light.
A strange energy began to ripple, making the Evil-Slaying Flowing Cloud Sword on my back tremble.
That was the Tong Ghost Hand. It had sensed a terrifying aura of death and shuddered instinctively.
Then, the eyes of the two statues instantly burst with sinister ghostly light, as though the statues were about to come alive.
Pan Ling sucked in a breath and immediately said:
"Th-there are... two ghosts inside those statues!"