The Red-Clothed Female Ghost danced at the center of the stage.
Her bridal robes blazed like fire on the deathly silent stage.
Exquisitely beautiful, yet utterly eerie.
Qi Wu stood with his hands behind his back, watching with interest.
It was not that he lusted after the ghost's body.
He admired her dancing while Six Eyes rapidly analyzed every detail.
Most importantly, her spiritual power level.
She was fairly powerful, even among the eighth rank.
The dance stopped abruptly at its most intense moment.
She froze in a difficult backbend.
The violent movement lifted one corner of her red bridal veil slightly, revealing only the exquisite curve of her pale chin and a glimpse of lips as red as blood.
Against her deathly pale skin, that splash of red was hauntingly, unnervingly beautiful.
After remaining still for a moment, she slowly, ever so slowly, straightened up.
Then she sank into a deep, formal curtsy toward Qi Wu, the only living creature below the stage.
The curtain fell silently, concealing her alluring yet despairing figure once more.
The performance seemed to be over.
Below the stage, the hundreds of rigidly seated "guests" still wore stiff smiles. The cold food and wine on their tables remained untouched.
Dead silence settled over everything again, even heavier than before.
Then-
Crack, crack, crack.
The teeth-grating sound of bones scraping together rang out.
Every guest, whether dressed in traditional robes and jackets or modern clothes.
Their heads began to turn at angles that utterly defied anatomy, extremely slowly, yet in perfect unison!
Their empty eyes no longer faced the vacant stage.
Hundreds of deathly pale faces, all wearing the same eerie smile, focused as one on the only figure standing among them-
Qi Wu!
Stared down by hundreds of inhuman creatures at once, he faced