"Heh heh... Father... Father... Why is my fate so miserable...?!"
The cold wind carried a gloomy, icy voice through the entire house. It seemed to come from the distant horizon, yet also from very nearby, as though it were whispering softly beside their ears.
"Blockhead, blockhead... What do we do now?! A ghost... a ghost has come to our door."
The ghostly cries gave Cang Xiaoxuan a fright. She clutched Fu Hua's arm tightly, not daring to make another move.
Despite being this old, she had never seen a real ghost before. Besides, she knew quite a few ghost stories, and the ghosts in them were always terrifying.
Even Cang Xiaoxuan was like this, so Master Lu was in an even worse state. His face had gone deathly pale, and his entire body began trembling uncontrollably.
"My father... Why is my fate so miserable... You... and her... Why did you treat me like this?! Why?! I refuse... I refuse to accept this..."
The icy voice continued to ring out. Each cry... seemed not to enter through their ears, but to strike directly at their souls. A chilling cold spread from head to toe.
Then... a horrifying figure appeared directly in the doorway.
It was a man dressed in white, the kind of clothing ancient people specifically wore for the dead. He was not standing on the ground; his feet hovered in the air. His long hair hung loose, and terrifying bloodstains covered his head, streaming down over his face.
The terrifying vengeful ghost floated in the doorway, staring sinisterly at everyone in the room. However, his gaze was primarily fixed on Master Lu.
What was interesting was that, disregarding his terrifying appearance and the bloody traces on him, the vengeful ghost bore an uncanny resemblance to Master Lu.
By now,