Master raised his hand and began counting, not giving the other side any chance to speak.
Moreover, he gave them only one choice: death.
The only difference was how they died!
Forget vicious evil ghosts—anyone who heard Master's demands would probably fight him to the death.
And perhaps that was exactly what Master wanted.
He had said he would slaughter every evil ghost and vicious spirit here to avenge me.
He did not care in the slightest what those evil ghosts and vicious spirits thought.
He was simply standing here, insulting the "dignity" of those evil ghosts!
Just as Master counted to "three," the female ghost suddenly let out a low shout from within the mist-filled ravine:
"You're far too arrogant!"
The moment she spoke, the white mist that had gathered without dispersing throughout the valley surged toward us like a tide.
The howling of sinister winds instantly rose throughout the valley.
Not only that, low growls of "woo woo woo" rang out from within the valley at that moment.
Then came all sorts of strange rustling sounds.
They sounded like running, yet also like crawling.
Seeing this, all our faces darkened. We knew the ghosts in the valley might be about to rush out.
"The filthy things are coming out!"
I spoke softly.
No one else dared let down their guard.
At the same time, those of us standing behind Master drew our weapons in an instant.
I held the Evil-Slaying Flowing Cloud Sword, Mao Jing gripped the Seven-Star Peachwood Sword, Zhang Yuchen carried the Coin Sword strung with one hundred and eight coins, and Uncle Yu also brandished the Dragon-Head Cleaver, ready for battle at any moment.
Only Master remained as calm as ever.
He tilted his head, grinned, and took a deep drag on his cigarette.
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