Zhu Bajie and Sandy immediately took defensive positions in front of Tang Sanzang, watching the well in the courtyard.
Bzz! Bzz!
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Suddenly, an eerie sound came from their surroundings. A cold wind swept through the hall, sending a chill through both Zhu Bajie and Sandy.
"I... I died such a horrible death!"
Then a desolate, agonized cry rang out from the well.
"What the hell? Stop playing ghostly tricks! Get out here!"
Zhu Bajie had long since lost patience. He struck the well with a streak of golden light, but his attack had no effect whatsoever.
A deathly pale hand emerged over the rim of the well.
Creak, creak, creak...
A strange, teeth-grating sound came from the well, like the sound of Sadako emerging. Then the King of Wuji crawled out, his hair disheveled and his face deathly pale.
"Holy monk, I... my death was such a grievous injustice..."
"You must seek justice for me..."
As soon as the King of Wuji appeared in his Sadako act, endless ghostly energy surged wildly outward like a vast fog blanketing the sky and earth! Even Zhu Bajie and Sandy felt a trace of fear!
"What monster are you? Die!"
Zhu Bajie could no longer hold back. He charged forward with his rake and, with a bang, sent the King of Wuji flying!
Cough, cough!
Creak, creak...
Yet the next moment, that strange sound rang out from the well again, and another King of Wuji crawled out like Sadako.
"Holy monk, I... my death was such an injustice. You must seek justice for me!"
Once again, he stared at Tang Sanzang with vacant eyes devoid of the slightest emotion.
"Ah, what the hell? Stop playing ghostly tricks! Get lost!"
Zhu Bajie glanced at his rake and sent the King of Wuji