Jiang Chen charged forward, a wolf among sheep amid the Shroud Ghosts. Wherever he went, he stripped the ghosts of all their clothes, exposing their deathly pale bodies.
One female ghost could not bear the humiliation and fought back.
He responded with a fierce glare. "I only wanted to steal some clothes, and you actually dared to hit someone? What an unforgivable crime! Your family will die with you in a moment!"
With that, he seized the female ghost by the throat and lifted her up, looking around as he demanded coldly, "Who here is her family?"
"Step forward now. You wouldn't want your wife, daughter, or mother to be publicly..."
Before he could finish.
Several figures emerged from the crowd of ghosts with grim faces, slowly surrounding Jiang Chen.
"It's my daughter he's caught now, but yours could be next! Stand up, all of you, and fight this devil!" an old man shouted.
"Fellow villagers!" A young man clenched his fists and shouted through gritted teeth, "You've all seen what kind of person Xiu'er is! Can you stand by and watch her being treated like this?"
"Uncles, please save my mom!"
A little boy with blood streaming from both eyes pleaded desperately as well.
Yet the strength Jiang Chen had displayed while stealing their clothes had left the other Shroud Ghosts deeply wary.
No one answered the family's pleas. Instead, they took the opportunity to retreat, hoping to keep themselves out of harm's way.
At the sight of this.
The novice Netherworld Messengers were all stunned.
An exceedingly strange feeling rose within them.
Never in their wildest dreams could they have imagined that the savage Vengeful Ghosts that had hounded them into a corner just a short while ago would now resemble a group of oppressed villagers, furious but